Hey everybody, sorry it's been so long, I've been busy! But, I'm back.
First thing's first, I'd like to respond to some of the reviews, primarily
one.
Isilwen: before I start, I want to say, at least, thank you for reviewing. And while I like constructive criticism, and will in fact take some of yours to heart, I would also like to say that if you want to make comments and criticize my work, I would damn well like it if you had some of the information correct. Pardon me, but your response flustered me, so if this seems a bit.abrupt, its because I am responding right after I read the.comments you made. And I'm an A type personality, so everything you say will be answered; a)redheads, haven't you ever heard of tanning salons? Think maybe my character could have gone there? Or maybe to the beach. Just because most redheads are generally pale, some are not, like my Aunt, who lives in Texas. B) "living day to day" a car is a necessity, and something they had to have, so they bought it. However, I can see your point. I would revise it, but it's all ready out there. C) I thought that this was just for fan fiction, emphasis on fan. Someplace where even the most illiterate of human beings can post literary ideas. I doubt half of the people who publish on this site give a rat's ass that their spelling is horrendously bad. You should be happy with me for having at least decent spelling. And I did thoroughly EDIT, but I'm not a rocket scientist, nor am I a perfect speller. Everyone has errors. I read one of your stories and counted three. May not seem like a lot, but did you thoroughly EDIT your story? And not everything was misspelled! I know a lot of stories that are hard to get through, and mine isn't one of them, unless you're obsessive about having every little word perfect! Now on to your second review a)author's note, just because you think that having author's notes are bad, doesn't mean everybody else does. On other stories that I have written, I've had reviews saying that they LIKED having author's notes, that not only did it keep it more interesting, but it also helped them to understand better. And do you tell every last author that they shouldn't have author's notes? It's our stories, and if we think we should add notes and tidbits, then by God, we will. Unprofessional is more a term I would use on a person who finds fault in things where there is obviously no need to be perfect, and therefore no need to mention, or someone who sees something that is useless to them, but maybe helpful to others, being unprofessional. For the good of the people, my dear, not the good of the one. This story is not to dazzle everyone with how perfect my writing can be, but to entertain them, which is part of the true meaning of fan fiction, other than exposing everyone to your style of writing and letting them see your creativity. Which is what it should be, not a friggin' spelling bee. B) OH, and here comes the most nagging part of what you wrote. If you had actually read my story, you would have realized that the girls were orphaned when they were ten, and hence did not always live in an orphanage, hence AJ's ability to access martial arts. And, I know at least here where I live in Washington, and where I used to live in Texas, martial arts is offered through school. Then, obviously, they were out on their own and AJ was able to get more training. This seriously bothered me when you wrote that, so, if you pay no attention to anything else, pay attention to this. C) Have you ever heard of author's license? Apparently not. Have you read any other stories where Gandalf comes to the room (I would give you names, but I'm just to pissed to look them up at the moment)? Apparently not. I have read several stories in which this was the case. But beside that, it is my job, or however you wish to term it, to decide what will happen and what will not happen in my story. Therefore, if I want the Virgin Mary to show up on the Easter Bunny's door step, then, BANG! There she is. My story, my ideas, no room for discussion. D) And no frigging duh the elves are good healers! What do you think I am, a novice writer basing my story off the movies? Uh- uh, I've read nearly all of Tolkien's brilliant work, including one by another author, "The Guide to Middle-Earth". I know that elves are good healers. She didn't pass out primarily from her wound, though it was a factor, but also from the shock of it all. They just put her in the healing room because she was unconscious. Again, author's license. And finally, e) and yet again, AUTHOR'S FREAKING LICENSE! If I want Gandalf to be interested in her, then he will be. And wouldn't you find it odd if a strange looking person mysteriously appeared? Be the least bit curious? And maybe there is some magic involved with their appearance. I ended it with a cliffie, though an obvious one, for a reason. Things are going to be explained later on. And I don't think it's a wise idea to tell someone that their story doesn't add up when the only thing I can think of that lays outside of author's license is spelling errors, which, by the way, weren't numerous. Nit-picking. Hope your not offended.
And thank you to everybody else who reviewed. Sorry if I seemed a little bit testy, but that's life. Anyway, hopefully this chapter should be longer. Love Sparky!
Chapter 3 Sweet Dreams
AJ shot up in bed, her eyes wide, at the vision of Gandalf the Gray, or she assumed he was Gandalf, if what the blond god had said was true, in front of her. If waking up in a field wasn't odd, then waking up to find a character you thought fictional speaking to you was completely bizarre and mind-blowing. AJ wasn't sure yet that she wasn't dreaming.
But, there he was, a supposedly fictional character sitting right by her calmly, a small smile on his bearded face. AJ's eyes blinked rapidly, trying to take it all in. The only thing that came to her mind was: "But it's December."
The man laughed, a gentle laugh, one not meant to ridicule, "Not here, my dear."
"I'm afraid to ask this, but who are you?" AJ asked hesitantly, looking at him cautiously.
"I should think you all read know that."
She scowled, not pleased with his answer. "I have an idea. But it can not be possible."
"Oh, can't it?" He asked.
"You are being purposely perverse, and I've all read got a splitting headache. Please just tell me what's going on. Where I am. Who you are."
He took pity upon hearing her weary voice, and gave a compassionate smile, "Of course, my dear. As I assume you have guessed, I am Gandalf the Gray. You are in the House of Lord Elrond in Rivendell. I assume you and your sister have been sent here from your world because you are needed to help in the War of the Ring."
"My world? Then you know- wait, did you just say my sister? She's here!" AJ exclaimed, trying to get out of the rather large bed. Gandalf set a gentle hand upon her shoulder, preventing her from getting out.
"Yes, the Lady Britania was brought here two days ago. She is in good condition. And she is worried for you."
"Two days ago? How long have I been out?"
Gandalf looked at her for a moment, "By out, I assume you mean unconscious?"
AJ glowered at him, "Whatever."
"You have been asleep for nearly five days now. I believe the trauma from your, shall we say, trip, had an affect upon your body. Inasmuch-"
"Wait, wait, wait," AJ interrupted, rubbing her aching temples, "back up for a second there. Trip? How did we get here in the first place, if this is indeed really Middle-Earth, and why?"
The old, wise man sighed softly, "I wish I could tell you. But there are many things that even I do not know about your arrival or why you are here, however, I am sure those will come out in good time. And you are indeed in Middle-Earth."
She looked at him incredulously, "But how! The Lord of the Rings is a book, for God's sake! It's not real!"
Again, he gave her a vague smile, one she remembered getting anxious with in the movies, "Is it? Is Middle-Earth merely a work of fiction? Or perhaps your world. Is it a work of fiction?"
This surprised AJ, and she stuttered for a bit, "Well, well no! Of course not! Our world is real!"
An eyebrow shot up, "Really? How can you be so sure? Here, Middle-Earth is very much real, its people very much alive, and not the work of one man. Your world, for the Lady Britania has told me much about it, seems more like a work of fiction to Lord Elrond and myself."
Licking her dry lips, AJ looked at him silently, trying to process everything. Finally, she said, "At the moment, my head hurts too much to ask too many questions. However, expect that tomorrow you will most likely be bombarded with questions. And you will receive one now. Where is Britania?"
"She is currently dining with the Prince Legolas of Mirkwood and Aragorn."
Nodding, she pushed her legs off the side of the bed, then yelped in surprise as she finally noticed what she was wearing. Swearing, she jumped onto the cold marble floor, cursing again as her bare feet protested the cruel treatment. Her blue eyes flared indignantly.
"Who the bloody hell put me in this frilly contraption!" She yelled, pulling on it with her fingers and holding the hem out as if to show how bad it truly was. She felt like she was in some stupid flannel nightgown that people in the West would wear to the Age of Exploration: frilly, white, and incredibly too female.
"Where are my clothes!" She hissed again, now tugging furiously on the evil thing that bound her.
Gandalf looked at him in amusement, "We thought you would be more comfortable in a nightgown. And I really must insist that you sit down, I would not wish you to become exited and pass out again."
"I did not pass out! I merely had a black spell! And you were so wrong about this get-up. Did Brit put you up to this? Ooh, when I get my hands on her.. " she trailed off, a maniacal gleam in her eyes.
The amusement still showed in Gandalf's eyes as he stood up slowly, "I will send for a maid to help you get into your own clothing, then I shall wait outside the door. I am assuming you wish me to take you to your sister?"
"You assume correctly. And I can dress myself. I am not a toddler."
"Apparently," Gandalf said dryly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later, AJ, now happy that she was back in her darker clothing, walked to the heavy looking oak door. Cautiously, she opened it, not sure as to what she would find on the other side. Gandalf was there, as well as another man. This new person was stately and regal, tall, with brown hair and pointy ears.
, AJ thought, looking almost exactly as the actor who portrayed him, whose name she could not remember, however, she did think of from the Matrix when she saw him. That actor played a pretty mean dude in that movie. Fortunately, she wasn't in that particular movie, thank the Lord.
Both men seemed to realize that she was there, and turned to her. Gandalf smiled sweetly, and Elrond looked her over critically. Testy, her head hurting unbelievably badly, and still confused as to why she was there, if she wasn't dreaming, AJ snapped, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Gandalf snorted, and Elrond looked at her blankly. AJ blanched, but then flushed with embarrassment. She had forgotten Middle-Earth didn't have camera's.
"Did you just try to insult me, Lady?" Elrond asked in a rich, cultured voice.
AJ rolled her eyes, her embarrassment forgotten, the smart ass back in full gear, "Give the man a prize."
Elrond stiffened, and Gandalf placed a hand on his shoulder, "I am sorry, Lord Elrond, but do remember she is in emotional turmoil at the moment. Forgive her of the blunders she will make."
"If I weren't so dang tired, I would probably smack you. I know perfectly well what I am saying and who I am saying it to. No need to apologize to him."
"You know who I am, child?" Elrond asked, looking at her in wry amusement.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Duh. What gave you the first clue? And I am no mere child, my LORD. Maybe to you, being an elf and all, but in my culture, I am not very young." Something was bothering her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't place it, nor did she try real hard to locate the source. Shrugging in a very Gaelic manner, AJ said, "Stormcrow, will you please take me to my sister."
Gandalf looked at her in surprise, not used to hearing the use of that particular name of his, but neither he nor Elrond said anything of it, "Of course, my dear, of course. Good day, Lord Elrond. We shall see you tomorrow." And after a bow, AJ and Gandalf began to walk away.
"Oh, that's right! Tomorrow is the council, isn't it?" AJ asked as she and Gandalf walked along the corridors, her eyes wide and bright as they took in the scenery.
Gandalf nodded, "Yes, it is. You and your sister shall attend."
AJ stopped mid-stride, and Gandalf paused as well.
"No, no, no, no, no! Brit and I will not go! We know to much! We could affect the outcome! No, it is not a good idea, and I won't do it!" She stuttered, looking utterly horrified.
"You have no choice, my dear. Lord Elrond wishes you to attend." He said simply.
Shaking her head vehemently, AJ continued to walk, and Gandalf fell in behind her, "No, I'm American, born free. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
"You are no longer in your America, my dear. You are in Middle-Earth, in Elrond's kingdom. You and your sister shall attend."
Opening her mouth to argue, then snapping it shut, AJ glared at him, "I won't go."
Gandalf smiled at her, "As you wish."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~**~
It took them another ten minutes to reach where her sister was, and AJ was getting antsy. She was worried about Brit, although she knew she shouldn't be. After all, they could both take care of themselves.
AJ placed a hand upon her forehead, moaning. God, they had been through so much! It wasn't even funny. And now they were in some book, and AJ didn't know how they got there, and she wasn't thoroughly satisfied that she wasn't just dreaming this up. Nope, she couldn't be. In all of her dreams, which, much to her dissatisfaction, were often quite violent, had she felt any pain. And the hideous pounding in her head was enough to give her pause.
Some minutes later, the pair reached two large oak doors. In front of the doors were to valet-looking elves, who promptly opened the heavy pieces of wood when she and Gandalf got near. AJ's brows rose, but she made no comment, for fear her headache would deepen. As they entered, the first thing that caught her attention was just how friggin' big the room was! It could have fit at least twenty of the girls' apartment easily. The next was her sister. The sight of her would have brought a smile to her face, but instead brought a scowl.
There, before her eyes, was her beloved sister, in one of the prissy gowns that the elven maidens were wearing of a deep burgundy that suited her wonderfully. AJ wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outfits.
The next sight that caught her attention was the company the her sister was currently with. And by God, if it wasn't Aragorn and Legolas! Two of the yummiest men she had ever seen. And beside Aragorn was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Obviously Arwen.
When they entered, Britania and the other's looked up. A look of pure joy crossed Brit's face, and she jumped up from her chair and practically flew to her sister. Despite her annoyance with what her sister was wearing, AJ couldn't help but open her arms in welcome as the blur of burgundy rammed into her, shaking her poor bones violently. AJ laughed lightly, and her arms wrapped comfortingly around the smaller woman.
"Oh, AJ! We thought you would never wake up! I was so worried!" Brit exclaimed when she had released her.
Smiling wryly, she jerked her head over to Aragorn and Legolas, "Seems you found some comfort in the yummy, yummy men populating this area."
Brit flushed becomingly, but quickly shook it off. "Hello Gandalf!" She said merrily, waving at him sweetly.
Looking between the two in question, AJ was slightly annoyed that her sister had taken this all so easily. However, she wasn't prepared for what Brit said next.
"I can't wait to go to the Council tomorrow!"
That was kind of short, but my fingers are super tired, and I have to go to bed soon. So, see ya for tonight! Review! Love ^_^V Sparky
Isilwen: before I start, I want to say, at least, thank you for reviewing. And while I like constructive criticism, and will in fact take some of yours to heart, I would also like to say that if you want to make comments and criticize my work, I would damn well like it if you had some of the information correct. Pardon me, but your response flustered me, so if this seems a bit.abrupt, its because I am responding right after I read the.comments you made. And I'm an A type personality, so everything you say will be answered; a)redheads, haven't you ever heard of tanning salons? Think maybe my character could have gone there? Or maybe to the beach. Just because most redheads are generally pale, some are not, like my Aunt, who lives in Texas. B) "living day to day" a car is a necessity, and something they had to have, so they bought it. However, I can see your point. I would revise it, but it's all ready out there. C) I thought that this was just for fan fiction, emphasis on fan. Someplace where even the most illiterate of human beings can post literary ideas. I doubt half of the people who publish on this site give a rat's ass that their spelling is horrendously bad. You should be happy with me for having at least decent spelling. And I did thoroughly EDIT, but I'm not a rocket scientist, nor am I a perfect speller. Everyone has errors. I read one of your stories and counted three. May not seem like a lot, but did you thoroughly EDIT your story? And not everything was misspelled! I know a lot of stories that are hard to get through, and mine isn't one of them, unless you're obsessive about having every little word perfect! Now on to your second review a)author's note, just because you think that having author's notes are bad, doesn't mean everybody else does. On other stories that I have written, I've had reviews saying that they LIKED having author's notes, that not only did it keep it more interesting, but it also helped them to understand better. And do you tell every last author that they shouldn't have author's notes? It's our stories, and if we think we should add notes and tidbits, then by God, we will. Unprofessional is more a term I would use on a person who finds fault in things where there is obviously no need to be perfect, and therefore no need to mention, or someone who sees something that is useless to them, but maybe helpful to others, being unprofessional. For the good of the people, my dear, not the good of the one. This story is not to dazzle everyone with how perfect my writing can be, but to entertain them, which is part of the true meaning of fan fiction, other than exposing everyone to your style of writing and letting them see your creativity. Which is what it should be, not a friggin' spelling bee. B) OH, and here comes the most nagging part of what you wrote. If you had actually read my story, you would have realized that the girls were orphaned when they were ten, and hence did not always live in an orphanage, hence AJ's ability to access martial arts. And, I know at least here where I live in Washington, and where I used to live in Texas, martial arts is offered through school. Then, obviously, they were out on their own and AJ was able to get more training. This seriously bothered me when you wrote that, so, if you pay no attention to anything else, pay attention to this. C) Have you ever heard of author's license? Apparently not. Have you read any other stories where Gandalf comes to the room (I would give you names, but I'm just to pissed to look them up at the moment)? Apparently not. I have read several stories in which this was the case. But beside that, it is my job, or however you wish to term it, to decide what will happen and what will not happen in my story. Therefore, if I want the Virgin Mary to show up on the Easter Bunny's door step, then, BANG! There she is. My story, my ideas, no room for discussion. D) And no frigging duh the elves are good healers! What do you think I am, a novice writer basing my story off the movies? Uh- uh, I've read nearly all of Tolkien's brilliant work, including one by another author, "The Guide to Middle-Earth". I know that elves are good healers. She didn't pass out primarily from her wound, though it was a factor, but also from the shock of it all. They just put her in the healing room because she was unconscious. Again, author's license. And finally, e) and yet again, AUTHOR'S FREAKING LICENSE! If I want Gandalf to be interested in her, then he will be. And wouldn't you find it odd if a strange looking person mysteriously appeared? Be the least bit curious? And maybe there is some magic involved with their appearance. I ended it with a cliffie, though an obvious one, for a reason. Things are going to be explained later on. And I don't think it's a wise idea to tell someone that their story doesn't add up when the only thing I can think of that lays outside of author's license is spelling errors, which, by the way, weren't numerous. Nit-picking. Hope your not offended.
And thank you to everybody else who reviewed. Sorry if I seemed a little bit testy, but that's life. Anyway, hopefully this chapter should be longer. Love Sparky!
Chapter 3 Sweet Dreams
AJ shot up in bed, her eyes wide, at the vision of Gandalf the Gray, or she assumed he was Gandalf, if what the blond god had said was true, in front of her. If waking up in a field wasn't odd, then waking up to find a character you thought fictional speaking to you was completely bizarre and mind-blowing. AJ wasn't sure yet that she wasn't dreaming.
But, there he was, a supposedly fictional character sitting right by her calmly, a small smile on his bearded face. AJ's eyes blinked rapidly, trying to take it all in. The only thing that came to her mind was: "But it's December."
The man laughed, a gentle laugh, one not meant to ridicule, "Not here, my dear."
"I'm afraid to ask this, but who are you?" AJ asked hesitantly, looking at him cautiously.
"I should think you all read know that."
She scowled, not pleased with his answer. "I have an idea. But it can not be possible."
"Oh, can't it?" He asked.
"You are being purposely perverse, and I've all read got a splitting headache. Please just tell me what's going on. Where I am. Who you are."
He took pity upon hearing her weary voice, and gave a compassionate smile, "Of course, my dear. As I assume you have guessed, I am Gandalf the Gray. You are in the House of Lord Elrond in Rivendell. I assume you and your sister have been sent here from your world because you are needed to help in the War of the Ring."
"My world? Then you know- wait, did you just say my sister? She's here!" AJ exclaimed, trying to get out of the rather large bed. Gandalf set a gentle hand upon her shoulder, preventing her from getting out.
"Yes, the Lady Britania was brought here two days ago. She is in good condition. And she is worried for you."
"Two days ago? How long have I been out?"
Gandalf looked at her for a moment, "By out, I assume you mean unconscious?"
AJ glowered at him, "Whatever."
"You have been asleep for nearly five days now. I believe the trauma from your, shall we say, trip, had an affect upon your body. Inasmuch-"
"Wait, wait, wait," AJ interrupted, rubbing her aching temples, "back up for a second there. Trip? How did we get here in the first place, if this is indeed really Middle-Earth, and why?"
The old, wise man sighed softly, "I wish I could tell you. But there are many things that even I do not know about your arrival or why you are here, however, I am sure those will come out in good time. And you are indeed in Middle-Earth."
She looked at him incredulously, "But how! The Lord of the Rings is a book, for God's sake! It's not real!"
Again, he gave her a vague smile, one she remembered getting anxious with in the movies, "Is it? Is Middle-Earth merely a work of fiction? Or perhaps your world. Is it a work of fiction?"
This surprised AJ, and she stuttered for a bit, "Well, well no! Of course not! Our world is real!"
An eyebrow shot up, "Really? How can you be so sure? Here, Middle-Earth is very much real, its people very much alive, and not the work of one man. Your world, for the Lady Britania has told me much about it, seems more like a work of fiction to Lord Elrond and myself."
Licking her dry lips, AJ looked at him silently, trying to process everything. Finally, she said, "At the moment, my head hurts too much to ask too many questions. However, expect that tomorrow you will most likely be bombarded with questions. And you will receive one now. Where is Britania?"
"She is currently dining with the Prince Legolas of Mirkwood and Aragorn."
Nodding, she pushed her legs off the side of the bed, then yelped in surprise as she finally noticed what she was wearing. Swearing, she jumped onto the cold marble floor, cursing again as her bare feet protested the cruel treatment. Her blue eyes flared indignantly.
"Who the bloody hell put me in this frilly contraption!" She yelled, pulling on it with her fingers and holding the hem out as if to show how bad it truly was. She felt like she was in some stupid flannel nightgown that people in the West would wear to the Age of Exploration: frilly, white, and incredibly too female.
"Where are my clothes!" She hissed again, now tugging furiously on the evil thing that bound her.
Gandalf looked at him in amusement, "We thought you would be more comfortable in a nightgown. And I really must insist that you sit down, I would not wish you to become exited and pass out again."
"I did not pass out! I merely had a black spell! And you were so wrong about this get-up. Did Brit put you up to this? Ooh, when I get my hands on her.. " she trailed off, a maniacal gleam in her eyes.
The amusement still showed in Gandalf's eyes as he stood up slowly, "I will send for a maid to help you get into your own clothing, then I shall wait outside the door. I am assuming you wish me to take you to your sister?"
"You assume correctly. And I can dress myself. I am not a toddler."
"Apparently," Gandalf said dryly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later, AJ, now happy that she was back in her darker clothing, walked to the heavy looking oak door. Cautiously, she opened it, not sure as to what she would find on the other side. Gandalf was there, as well as another man. This new person was stately and regal, tall, with brown hair and pointy ears.
, AJ thought, looking almost exactly as the actor who portrayed him, whose name she could not remember, however, she did think of from the Matrix when she saw him. That actor played a pretty mean dude in that movie. Fortunately, she wasn't in that particular movie, thank the Lord.
Both men seemed to realize that she was there, and turned to her. Gandalf smiled sweetly, and Elrond looked her over critically. Testy, her head hurting unbelievably badly, and still confused as to why she was there, if she wasn't dreaming, AJ snapped, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Gandalf snorted, and Elrond looked at her blankly. AJ blanched, but then flushed with embarrassment. She had forgotten Middle-Earth didn't have camera's.
"Did you just try to insult me, Lady?" Elrond asked in a rich, cultured voice.
AJ rolled her eyes, her embarrassment forgotten, the smart ass back in full gear, "Give the man a prize."
Elrond stiffened, and Gandalf placed a hand on his shoulder, "I am sorry, Lord Elrond, but do remember she is in emotional turmoil at the moment. Forgive her of the blunders she will make."
"If I weren't so dang tired, I would probably smack you. I know perfectly well what I am saying and who I am saying it to. No need to apologize to him."
"You know who I am, child?" Elrond asked, looking at her in wry amusement.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Duh. What gave you the first clue? And I am no mere child, my LORD. Maybe to you, being an elf and all, but in my culture, I am not very young." Something was bothering her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't place it, nor did she try real hard to locate the source. Shrugging in a very Gaelic manner, AJ said, "Stormcrow, will you please take me to my sister."
Gandalf looked at her in surprise, not used to hearing the use of that particular name of his, but neither he nor Elrond said anything of it, "Of course, my dear, of course. Good day, Lord Elrond. We shall see you tomorrow." And after a bow, AJ and Gandalf began to walk away.
"Oh, that's right! Tomorrow is the council, isn't it?" AJ asked as she and Gandalf walked along the corridors, her eyes wide and bright as they took in the scenery.
Gandalf nodded, "Yes, it is. You and your sister shall attend."
AJ stopped mid-stride, and Gandalf paused as well.
"No, no, no, no, no! Brit and I will not go! We know to much! We could affect the outcome! No, it is not a good idea, and I won't do it!" She stuttered, looking utterly horrified.
"You have no choice, my dear. Lord Elrond wishes you to attend." He said simply.
Shaking her head vehemently, AJ continued to walk, and Gandalf fell in behind her, "No, I'm American, born free. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
"You are no longer in your America, my dear. You are in Middle-Earth, in Elrond's kingdom. You and your sister shall attend."
Opening her mouth to argue, then snapping it shut, AJ glared at him, "I won't go."
Gandalf smiled at her, "As you wish."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~**~
It took them another ten minutes to reach where her sister was, and AJ was getting antsy. She was worried about Brit, although she knew she shouldn't be. After all, they could both take care of themselves.
AJ placed a hand upon her forehead, moaning. God, they had been through so much! It wasn't even funny. And now they were in some book, and AJ didn't know how they got there, and she wasn't thoroughly satisfied that she wasn't just dreaming this up. Nope, she couldn't be. In all of her dreams, which, much to her dissatisfaction, were often quite violent, had she felt any pain. And the hideous pounding in her head was enough to give her pause.
Some minutes later, the pair reached two large oak doors. In front of the doors were to valet-looking elves, who promptly opened the heavy pieces of wood when she and Gandalf got near. AJ's brows rose, but she made no comment, for fear her headache would deepen. As they entered, the first thing that caught her attention was just how friggin' big the room was! It could have fit at least twenty of the girls' apartment easily. The next was her sister. The sight of her would have brought a smile to her face, but instead brought a scowl.
There, before her eyes, was her beloved sister, in one of the prissy gowns that the elven maidens were wearing of a deep burgundy that suited her wonderfully. AJ wouldn't be caught dead in one of those outfits.
The next sight that caught her attention was the company the her sister was currently with. And by God, if it wasn't Aragorn and Legolas! Two of the yummiest men she had ever seen. And beside Aragorn was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Obviously Arwen.
When they entered, Britania and the other's looked up. A look of pure joy crossed Brit's face, and she jumped up from her chair and practically flew to her sister. Despite her annoyance with what her sister was wearing, AJ couldn't help but open her arms in welcome as the blur of burgundy rammed into her, shaking her poor bones violently. AJ laughed lightly, and her arms wrapped comfortingly around the smaller woman.
"Oh, AJ! We thought you would never wake up! I was so worried!" Brit exclaimed when she had released her.
Smiling wryly, she jerked her head over to Aragorn and Legolas, "Seems you found some comfort in the yummy, yummy men populating this area."
Brit flushed becomingly, but quickly shook it off. "Hello Gandalf!" She said merrily, waving at him sweetly.
Looking between the two in question, AJ was slightly annoyed that her sister had taken this all so easily. However, she wasn't prepared for what Brit said next.
"I can't wait to go to the Council tomorrow!"
That was kind of short, but my fingers are super tired, and I have to go to bed soon. So, see ya for tonight! Review! Love ^_^V Sparky