AN: I'm glad to have so many wonderful reviewers along for the preverbal
ride. Hold on tight, because things are about to get a bit bumpy.
ldy imladris: Thanks! Who she goes with to Middle Earth is coming up very soon.
Elleiadrieal: The third images, as well as the armor, come into play very soon. I thank you for the review!
PixiePea000: What Shannon is will be revealed eventually. I'd be in a whole heap of trouble if the real Spiro ever read this. By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
With no class during Easter break, Shannon and Mitchell decided to take Emma on a small vacation. The small family had not been on a proper vacation in several years. The weather was nice enough and they figured Emma shouldn't spend the vacation cooped up either in the house or in the small neighborhood they lived in.
They were planning on taking a small trip to Port St. Lucie, Florida. Mitchell's job was requiring him to pay a visit to Thomas J. White Stadium, the spring training home of the New York Mets. He was to interview the Mets star pitcher Nicholas Giacatore, a young left hander who was rising to fame with his blazing fastball and perfect curve.
Just as they were about to leave, there was a sharp knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" called Emma, from the living room.
She was the only person on the first floor and, as such, the closet to the door.
"Make sure you ask who it is before opening it," Mitchell called from the top of the stairs.
He and Shannon were trying to get all the suit cases out into the hallway before attempting to take them down the stairs.
"I know dad!" Emma called in reply.
Emma walked over to the door and, standing on tip toe, peered out the peep hole. A man dressed in mud brown holding a brown box feeling the small viewfinder.
"Who is it?" Emma called, before opening the door.
"U.P.S. Delivery," came the reply.
"Hold on, please," Emma, politely, said.
She called for her mom and dad to come down since she could not sign for the package herself and she was not planning on forging one of her parent's signatures.
Both Shannon and Mitchell came down the stairs looking slightly annoyed. One of the larger suitcases was stuck in the doorway of their room and was not budging.
"Who's at the door, Em?" Mitchell asked.
"U.P.S. They delivery man said that he has a package for us," Emma explained.
Mitchell opened the door and talked briefly with the brown clad delivery man. He signed for the packaged and kicked the door closed behind him.
"Now I know I didn't order anything that would come U.P.S.," Mitchell commented, taking the box and placing it on the kitchen table.
"Don't look at me, I haven't ordered anything from the Internet or a catalogue," Shannon said in defense of herself.
Mitchell gave Emma a curious look and casually placed a hand on the box.
"I haven't done anything. I don't even have a credit card," the child exclaimed.
"Maybe we shouldn't open it," Shannon commented worry evident in her voice.
She placed her hand on the books, peering close to the mailing label she didn't recognize.
"Can I see?" Emma requested, climbing up on a chair and placing her hand next to her mother's.
Her touch did something to the box. It began to glow, softly at first but brighter and brighter in a short span of moments. The light began to radiate outwards, spilling onto the table and covering the hands of Emma and her parents.
Try as they might they could not remove their hands from the now glowing box.
The light moved upward, engulfing the three figures. Someone screamed and, with in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
(AN: Port St. Lucie is the Spring Training home of the New York Mets, my favorite baseball team. They play their Spring Training games at Thomas J. White Stadium. Usually, though, that stadium is used by the NY Mets minor league, Class A team the Port St. Lucie Mets. The player I reference is not an actually player for the New York Mets. Rather, he is a baseball playing mutant from an X-Men fan fiction I'm working on. It was just a one shot reference, nothing more will come of it.)
ldy imladris: Thanks! Who she goes with to Middle Earth is coming up very soon.
Elleiadrieal: The third images, as well as the armor, come into play very soon. I thank you for the review!
PixiePea000: What Shannon is will be revealed eventually. I'd be in a whole heap of trouble if the real Spiro ever read this. By the way, GOLLUM!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
With no class during Easter break, Shannon and Mitchell decided to take Emma on a small vacation. The small family had not been on a proper vacation in several years. The weather was nice enough and they figured Emma shouldn't spend the vacation cooped up either in the house or in the small neighborhood they lived in.
They were planning on taking a small trip to Port St. Lucie, Florida. Mitchell's job was requiring him to pay a visit to Thomas J. White Stadium, the spring training home of the New York Mets. He was to interview the Mets star pitcher Nicholas Giacatore, a young left hander who was rising to fame with his blazing fastball and perfect curve.
Just as they were about to leave, there was a sharp knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" called Emma, from the living room.
She was the only person on the first floor and, as such, the closet to the door.
"Make sure you ask who it is before opening it," Mitchell called from the top of the stairs.
He and Shannon were trying to get all the suit cases out into the hallway before attempting to take them down the stairs.
"I know dad!" Emma called in reply.
Emma walked over to the door and, standing on tip toe, peered out the peep hole. A man dressed in mud brown holding a brown box feeling the small viewfinder.
"Who is it?" Emma called, before opening the door.
"U.P.S. Delivery," came the reply.
"Hold on, please," Emma, politely, said.
She called for her mom and dad to come down since she could not sign for the package herself and she was not planning on forging one of her parent's signatures.
Both Shannon and Mitchell came down the stairs looking slightly annoyed. One of the larger suitcases was stuck in the doorway of their room and was not budging.
"Who's at the door, Em?" Mitchell asked.
"U.P.S. They delivery man said that he has a package for us," Emma explained.
Mitchell opened the door and talked briefly with the brown clad delivery man. He signed for the packaged and kicked the door closed behind him.
"Now I know I didn't order anything that would come U.P.S.," Mitchell commented, taking the box and placing it on the kitchen table.
"Don't look at me, I haven't ordered anything from the Internet or a catalogue," Shannon said in defense of herself.
Mitchell gave Emma a curious look and casually placed a hand on the box.
"I haven't done anything. I don't even have a credit card," the child exclaimed.
"Maybe we shouldn't open it," Shannon commented worry evident in her voice.
She placed her hand on the books, peering close to the mailing label she didn't recognize.
"Can I see?" Emma requested, climbing up on a chair and placing her hand next to her mother's.
Her touch did something to the box. It began to glow, softly at first but brighter and brighter in a short span of moments. The light began to radiate outwards, spilling onto the table and covering the hands of Emma and her parents.
Try as they might they could not remove their hands from the now glowing box.
The light moved upward, engulfing the three figures. Someone screamed and, with in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
(AN: Port St. Lucie is the Spring Training home of the New York Mets, my favorite baseball team. They play their Spring Training games at Thomas J. White Stadium. Usually, though, that stadium is used by the NY Mets minor league, Class A team the Port St. Lucie Mets. The player I reference is not an actually player for the New York Mets. Rather, he is a baseball playing mutant from an X-Men fan fiction I'm working on. It was just a one shot reference, nothing more will come of it.)