(A/N- Hello again! I really hope you enjoyed my first chapter. Just for
reference, this story may occasionally switch narration back and forth. You
are forewarned. And be aware: Bess/Raven is not, by any means, supposed to
be a Mary Sue. She is sarcastic, obnoxious, and generally annoying, like
me. If you notice her acting Mary Sue-ish, please, by all means, tell me so
I can correct my mistake. Also, I won't even take a whack at Elvish, so
anything meant to be said in it shall be marked like "{this}" from now on,
kay?)
Well, Legolas is pretty gullible, but at least he treats you nicely when you pretend to be a psychic. I still couldn't believe he didn't understand that I was joking when I said I was clairvoyant. Maybe he's just one of those guys who's gorgeous and dumb as a rock. There are worse types of guys.
One of the upsides to fibbing about psychic powers was that later that day I found myself being waited on by elves, which rocked. They gave me new clothes, too. I now had an elfy black dress and a pretty silvery- blue cape.
"Aw, dude, this is cool," I said into the mirror.
~~~
I yawned. I had seen the Council of Elrond so many times it wasn't even interesting anymore. At the moment all the Elves were looking pissed because Gimli had dissed 'em. Several slim, blonde, blue-eyed pretty boys against an ill tempered Dwarf with a huge ass axe. My bet was on Gimli, no questions.
Then all the guys started arguing, and a few minutes into this the little Hobbit dude said he'd be the one to destroy the ring and whatever, and all the other boys volunteered to help him. I stood by and watched until Pippin chimed in,
"You need people of intelligence on this mission. Quest. Thing."
"Yeah, and I'm coming, too," I spoke up loudly. Elrond looked even more annoyed. "What? I'm in it for tall, dark, and handsome and the sexy Elf," I said, gesturing to Aragorn and Legolas. I smirked. "Besides, they'll need a female mediator, lest they become overpowered by testosterone and start acting like a bunch of cock-swinging gorillas, losing sight of their original quest." This warranted strange looks from every male present.
"Delicately put, my girl," Gandalf said. I grinned and joined the guys, putting my arms around the Ranger and the Elf.
"Hiya, boys," I said cheerfully. They looked at each other.
"Do you know her?" Aragorn asked.
"Her name is Raven," Legolas informed. "She's a psychic and a healer. She is...technically with me." I smiled cheesily and put my head on his shoulder.
"You didn't think I'd let you go off without me, did you, Elfy?" I chirped, playing with his long blonde hair.
"Must you call me 'Elfy'?" he asked unhappily as the rest of the men chuckled.
"Why not? Does it strike a blow to your masculinity?" Now the guys were cracking up, except Elrond, who apparently has no sense of humor that he is aware of.
"That is enough," he said evenly. The guys shut up and I folded my hands in front of me, smiling innocently. Elrond shook his head, then continued,
"Ten companions. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Actually, *nine* companions and *one* annoyance," somebody in the group grumbled. Probably Boromir. That guy was a pain in the ass. And I wanted to save his life, why?
"Great!" Pippin said. "Where are we going?"
~~~
And so it was that the ten of them set off. Bess decided to entertain herself.
"I saw him dancin' there by the record machine,
I knew he must'a been about seventeen,
The beat was goin' strong,
Playin' my favorite song,
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'
I LOVE ROCK N' ROLL,
SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKEBOX, BABY-!"
"{Are you sure she's...sane?}" Aragorn asked, watching the girl sing and bang her head back and forth to the beat of the song, causing her long black hair to fly around wildly.
"{Not at all,}" Legolas replied. "{But she may prove to be helpful. Someday.}"
"{Dear God, I hope so.}"
(A/N- Well? How was it? Questions? Comments? Share your thoughts, as long as they aren't along the lines of "This sucks", 'kay?)
Well, Legolas is pretty gullible, but at least he treats you nicely when you pretend to be a psychic. I still couldn't believe he didn't understand that I was joking when I said I was clairvoyant. Maybe he's just one of those guys who's gorgeous and dumb as a rock. There are worse types of guys.
One of the upsides to fibbing about psychic powers was that later that day I found myself being waited on by elves, which rocked. They gave me new clothes, too. I now had an elfy black dress and a pretty silvery- blue cape.
"Aw, dude, this is cool," I said into the mirror.
~~~
I yawned. I had seen the Council of Elrond so many times it wasn't even interesting anymore. At the moment all the Elves were looking pissed because Gimli had dissed 'em. Several slim, blonde, blue-eyed pretty boys against an ill tempered Dwarf with a huge ass axe. My bet was on Gimli, no questions.
Then all the guys started arguing, and a few minutes into this the little Hobbit dude said he'd be the one to destroy the ring and whatever, and all the other boys volunteered to help him. I stood by and watched until Pippin chimed in,
"You need people of intelligence on this mission. Quest. Thing."
"Yeah, and I'm coming, too," I spoke up loudly. Elrond looked even more annoyed. "What? I'm in it for tall, dark, and handsome and the sexy Elf," I said, gesturing to Aragorn and Legolas. I smirked. "Besides, they'll need a female mediator, lest they become overpowered by testosterone and start acting like a bunch of cock-swinging gorillas, losing sight of their original quest." This warranted strange looks from every male present.
"Delicately put, my girl," Gandalf said. I grinned and joined the guys, putting my arms around the Ranger and the Elf.
"Hiya, boys," I said cheerfully. They looked at each other.
"Do you know her?" Aragorn asked.
"Her name is Raven," Legolas informed. "She's a psychic and a healer. She is...technically with me." I smiled cheesily and put my head on his shoulder.
"You didn't think I'd let you go off without me, did you, Elfy?" I chirped, playing with his long blonde hair.
"Must you call me 'Elfy'?" he asked unhappily as the rest of the men chuckled.
"Why not? Does it strike a blow to your masculinity?" Now the guys were cracking up, except Elrond, who apparently has no sense of humor that he is aware of.
"That is enough," he said evenly. The guys shut up and I folded my hands in front of me, smiling innocently. Elrond shook his head, then continued,
"Ten companions. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
"Actually, *nine* companions and *one* annoyance," somebody in the group grumbled. Probably Boromir. That guy was a pain in the ass. And I wanted to save his life, why?
"Great!" Pippin said. "Where are we going?"
~~~
And so it was that the ten of them set off. Bess decided to entertain herself.
"I saw him dancin' there by the record machine,
I knew he must'a been about seventeen,
The beat was goin' strong,
Playin' my favorite song,
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'
I LOVE ROCK N' ROLL,
SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKEBOX, BABY-!"
"{Are you sure she's...sane?}" Aragorn asked, watching the girl sing and bang her head back and forth to the beat of the song, causing her long black hair to fly around wildly.
"{Not at all,}" Legolas replied. "{But she may prove to be helpful. Someday.}"
"{Dear God, I hope so.}"
(A/N- Well? How was it? Questions? Comments? Share your thoughts, as long as they aren't along the lines of "This sucks", 'kay?)