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They sat down at the dinner table next to their friends as well as goaty, and two other funny looking strangers
One Caitlin thought was definitely Arrabarra, she could tell by his rugged look. One greasy pigtail had a bow around it while the other hung limp on his face. He kept his rugged look by the fact that he looked as if he hadn't showered since his mum made him, as in 10 years ago. Then it came to her, someone looking like that obviously had not left their mother yet.
The second, she guessed was BMJ (Borrowmyjacket) and like his name, he looked as though he was borrowing someone's jacket, most probably Arrabarra's.
Limolas and Haldir disliked their dress sense, although Brussel proceeded to ask them where they had got their bubble rap jackets from.
Through their nancy exterior, Kaitlin could tell they were heroes, but as the beginnings of the story show, she had rather bad judgement.
The doors opened and Lord Almond entered with a little child with russet hair by his side. "I am terribly sorry, it seems we will have to leave the departure date for another day or so. It seems Notsomerry is suffering from depression, and Applepip is in hospital after eating the funnelweb in the middle of his apple."
Caitlin looked from Lord Almond to whom she thought must be Spam. "What? We're not taking him along are we?" She said pointing to the little boy clinging to Lord Almonds long, mothball smelling cloak.
"Of Course!" He exclaimed, "Every group of heroes needeth youngeth helpless kids to fight for, thou can always useth them for bait, and well, the snorcs are expectingith short people, and they are really quite fondeth of young and supple meat. While they are ripping the little fellow to shreds and barbecuing his guts in a tomato and garlic sauce, there will be plenty of opportunity for you to runneth away. We have tried this on countless expeditions and it always works wonders. And of course if there is no foodeth, I suppose this little fellow provides lots of iron and vitamins. If you start at the arms and work your way down, he could last along time and you wouldn't need to carry him, he can walketh behind, and when you're hungry you could just suck on a finger. I think it is a rather good idea."
The table sat in silence.
"Um." Said Arrabarra, "How many of your basic food groups would he supply?" The others stared at him in disgust.
"You can't do that! It's manslaughter! Murder! And Cannibalism! Said Caitlin furiously.
"Ah, you are much mistaken, seeing as it isn't an elf, it is not cannibalism, and his parents sold him to us for a discounted price. She said she knew how hungry heroes got on their expeditions and also said that she would be proudeth for her son to be serving the greater good."
"She sold her son! That's not something to be proud of, and you took him! The poor thing! I hope you go to hell!"
"Oh, is that some kind of holiday destination off the coast of Goredore?" Almond questioned. "Oh yes, I do want to go there, I hear they have discounts for royalty." With that Lord Almond left the table and sat down on the one next to them with his daughter
Limolas whispered to Caitlin. "He is over 400,000 years old, after all those years with Namen his brain is probably decomposing." Caitlin sat silent crossing her arms.
"I can make a really nice cheese sauce." Said Kaitlin adaptable to the idea that she might get hungry. Caitlin scowled and stared angrily at Lord Almond.
The first course was dished out. Tomato soup. Kaitlin finished her bowl in an instant and was too full to continue as she had eaten the soup as well as everyone else's bread, and forgot there was still another 9 to go.
Once everyone had finished his or her meal it was time for dancing. Brussel waltzed up to Kaitlin in her lime green shoes and went down on one knee and said. "Would you care to dance?" To which Kaitlin quickly agreed.
He took her arm and led her into the middle of the hall and began dancing the Hakka New Zealand style just as the band started. Kaitlin being a 'cough' excellent dancer decided to lead. Soon they were 'cough' Waltzing around the room, Kaitlin looking ever so 'cough' elegant, Brussel nearly lifting her off the ground so she didn't tread on him with the plastic green stilettos.
Everyone watched in 'Cough' awe at the pirouetting couple, 'cough' gliding along the along the ballroom floor.
At the end of the dance she was asked by what would have been her dream elf, but to her dismay Brussel pushed him away.
"She is my Lady!" He said Glowering at the elf. "She gave me her sock!" Brussel had read to many Harry Potter books.
"So that's where my sock went!" Thought Kaitlin, her sock had gone missing. "Why did I have to leave it there!"
"I found it in my diary!" Kaitlin remembered that fluffy pink book she had been reading.
"Well." Haldir pushed through the crowd. "I would like to dansh witsh her!" He said waving a pint of what smelt like whisky. Kaitlin never knew that whisky could come in pints.
"No I AM!!!!" Brussel said possesively.
"Not by the hairsh on my chinny chin chinsh!" Said a more then slightly tipsy Haldir, staring cross eyed at his nose.
"Want a Salad, I mean Knuckle Sandwich?"
"Wantsh a thumbp?" Said Haldir.
With that Brussel grabbed onto his ear. This was not clean fighting, Haldir was twitching with pain. Haldir lifted his fingers and poked Brussel in the eye, he let go and squealed like a girl. There was a ring around them now all watching to see what would happen, Namen screamed. Haldir picked up his pint and knocked Brussel over the head with it landing him on the floor in a pool of blood and glass, then someone pointed out he'd actually landed on a ketchup bottle, close enough. Kaitlin was now the one to scream, she hated wasted food, and of course her date was on the floor with a gash in his head.
"Well Welsh, I hit both of yoush with one pint!" He the landed on the floor fast asleep next to Brussel.
The line was now open for the others. She spent the rest of the night 'cough' dancing although she was worried, until she too tried to drink whisky in a pint which was roughly around 11 'o' clock, and was left to watch at the sides with a handsome elf sat next to her. She was feeling empty and didn't know why.
"Want to dance?" Said a voice.
"Brussel?" Kaitlin's heart leaped.
"No this is Broco."
"Oh." She replied, it seems her heart had just leapt over a cliff 2000 feet high with sharp rocks and wolves at the bottom. Big Wolves.
"Sorry, not now, I've got a blinding headache and I can't see my own feet."
"Maybe next time." Said the elf as he made his way to the drinks stall.
Caitlin and Limolas stopped dancing and joined Kaitlin at the side.
"Brussel and Haldir have gone to the healing dryads. I wonder what's up with Haldir, he's never approved of whisky in pints before." Said Limolas.
"He's got very protective over you recently Kaitlin." Said Caitlin.
"Who?" Asked Kaitlin already knowing the answer.
"Brussel, you know blond hair pointy ears, collects girlfriends socks."
Kaitlin sighed. "Can I go and visit? He's probably got internal bleeding and I want to see if he's ok.
Caitlin looked at the dancing crowd that was disappearing around them, only Arrabarra and BMJ were left on the dancing floor. Now it was time for talking and singing. Someone who was singing a song about Israyith who died to save Divenrale. Arrabarra and BMJ were choreographing their own dance moves.
"Ok Let's go." Said Caitlin and the walked out of the hall.
End chapter 7, good? Bad? Please review.
They sat down at the dinner table next to their friends as well as goaty, and two other funny looking strangers
One Caitlin thought was definitely Arrabarra, she could tell by his rugged look. One greasy pigtail had a bow around it while the other hung limp on his face. He kept his rugged look by the fact that he looked as if he hadn't showered since his mum made him, as in 10 years ago. Then it came to her, someone looking like that obviously had not left their mother yet.
The second, she guessed was BMJ (Borrowmyjacket) and like his name, he looked as though he was borrowing someone's jacket, most probably Arrabarra's.
Limolas and Haldir disliked their dress sense, although Brussel proceeded to ask them where they had got their bubble rap jackets from.
Through their nancy exterior, Kaitlin could tell they were heroes, but as the beginnings of the story show, she had rather bad judgement.
The doors opened and Lord Almond entered with a little child with russet hair by his side. "I am terribly sorry, it seems we will have to leave the departure date for another day or so. It seems Notsomerry is suffering from depression, and Applepip is in hospital after eating the funnelweb in the middle of his apple."
Caitlin looked from Lord Almond to whom she thought must be Spam. "What? We're not taking him along are we?" She said pointing to the little boy clinging to Lord Almonds long, mothball smelling cloak.
"Of Course!" He exclaimed, "Every group of heroes needeth youngeth helpless kids to fight for, thou can always useth them for bait, and well, the snorcs are expectingith short people, and they are really quite fondeth of young and supple meat. While they are ripping the little fellow to shreds and barbecuing his guts in a tomato and garlic sauce, there will be plenty of opportunity for you to runneth away. We have tried this on countless expeditions and it always works wonders. And of course if there is no foodeth, I suppose this little fellow provides lots of iron and vitamins. If you start at the arms and work your way down, he could last along time and you wouldn't need to carry him, he can walketh behind, and when you're hungry you could just suck on a finger. I think it is a rather good idea."
The table sat in silence.
"Um." Said Arrabarra, "How many of your basic food groups would he supply?" The others stared at him in disgust.
"You can't do that! It's manslaughter! Murder! And Cannibalism! Said Caitlin furiously.
"Ah, you are much mistaken, seeing as it isn't an elf, it is not cannibalism, and his parents sold him to us for a discounted price. She said she knew how hungry heroes got on their expeditions and also said that she would be proudeth for her son to be serving the greater good."
"She sold her son! That's not something to be proud of, and you took him! The poor thing! I hope you go to hell!"
"Oh, is that some kind of holiday destination off the coast of Goredore?" Almond questioned. "Oh yes, I do want to go there, I hear they have discounts for royalty." With that Lord Almond left the table and sat down on the one next to them with his daughter
Limolas whispered to Caitlin. "He is over 400,000 years old, after all those years with Namen his brain is probably decomposing." Caitlin sat silent crossing her arms.
"I can make a really nice cheese sauce." Said Kaitlin adaptable to the idea that she might get hungry. Caitlin scowled and stared angrily at Lord Almond.
The first course was dished out. Tomato soup. Kaitlin finished her bowl in an instant and was too full to continue as she had eaten the soup as well as everyone else's bread, and forgot there was still another 9 to go.
Once everyone had finished his or her meal it was time for dancing. Brussel waltzed up to Kaitlin in her lime green shoes and went down on one knee and said. "Would you care to dance?" To which Kaitlin quickly agreed.
He took her arm and led her into the middle of the hall and began dancing the Hakka New Zealand style just as the band started. Kaitlin being a 'cough' excellent dancer decided to lead. Soon they were 'cough' Waltzing around the room, Kaitlin looking ever so 'cough' elegant, Brussel nearly lifting her off the ground so she didn't tread on him with the plastic green stilettos.
Everyone watched in 'Cough' awe at the pirouetting couple, 'cough' gliding along the along the ballroom floor.
At the end of the dance she was asked by what would have been her dream elf, but to her dismay Brussel pushed him away.
"She is my Lady!" He said Glowering at the elf. "She gave me her sock!" Brussel had read to many Harry Potter books.
"So that's where my sock went!" Thought Kaitlin, her sock had gone missing. "Why did I have to leave it there!"
"I found it in my diary!" Kaitlin remembered that fluffy pink book she had been reading.
"Well." Haldir pushed through the crowd. "I would like to dansh witsh her!" He said waving a pint of what smelt like whisky. Kaitlin never knew that whisky could come in pints.
"No I AM!!!!" Brussel said possesively.
"Not by the hairsh on my chinny chin chinsh!" Said a more then slightly tipsy Haldir, staring cross eyed at his nose.
"Want a Salad, I mean Knuckle Sandwich?"
"Wantsh a thumbp?" Said Haldir.
With that Brussel grabbed onto his ear. This was not clean fighting, Haldir was twitching with pain. Haldir lifted his fingers and poked Brussel in the eye, he let go and squealed like a girl. There was a ring around them now all watching to see what would happen, Namen screamed. Haldir picked up his pint and knocked Brussel over the head with it landing him on the floor in a pool of blood and glass, then someone pointed out he'd actually landed on a ketchup bottle, close enough. Kaitlin was now the one to scream, she hated wasted food, and of course her date was on the floor with a gash in his head.
"Well Welsh, I hit both of yoush with one pint!" He the landed on the floor fast asleep next to Brussel.
The line was now open for the others. She spent the rest of the night 'cough' dancing although she was worried, until she too tried to drink whisky in a pint which was roughly around 11 'o' clock, and was left to watch at the sides with a handsome elf sat next to her. She was feeling empty and didn't know why.
"Want to dance?" Said a voice.
"Brussel?" Kaitlin's heart leaped.
"No this is Broco."
"Oh." She replied, it seems her heart had just leapt over a cliff 2000 feet high with sharp rocks and wolves at the bottom. Big Wolves.
"Sorry, not now, I've got a blinding headache and I can't see my own feet."
"Maybe next time." Said the elf as he made his way to the drinks stall.
Caitlin and Limolas stopped dancing and joined Kaitlin at the side.
"Brussel and Haldir have gone to the healing dryads. I wonder what's up with Haldir, he's never approved of whisky in pints before." Said Limolas.
"He's got very protective over you recently Kaitlin." Said Caitlin.
"Who?" Asked Kaitlin already knowing the answer.
"Brussel, you know blond hair pointy ears, collects girlfriends socks."
Kaitlin sighed. "Can I go and visit? He's probably got internal bleeding and I want to see if he's ok.
Caitlin looked at the dancing crowd that was disappearing around them, only Arrabarra and BMJ were left on the dancing floor. Now it was time for talking and singing. Someone who was singing a song about Israyith who died to save Divenrale. Arrabarra and BMJ were choreographing their own dance moves.
"Ok Let's go." Said Caitlin and the walked out of the hall.
End chapter 7, good? Bad? Please review.