dis: not mine, but me, no harm intended no money being made.
a/n: technically this was supposed to come in in september, after the summer, that explains the cold, but...I couldn't help it, I liked the chapter too damn much. So, this is tech. a treat...ok, that depends on how you like the chapter, oh n/m.
responses:
UnDeadGoat: ah, there is a reason, well, at the moment there's three, depending on what type of story I want this to be, humour, serious, etc. Also, if I want to leave it open for a sequel or not. And thank you for your reviews, they made me smile :) ERKENBRAND.
???????: If it gets worse as it goes on, why are you still reading? Why not give me a name or some pointers as to where you feel that the story lets itself down? Why not give me advice and be constructive instead of insulting.
mrs.shigwa.cobain: there will be more with the issue of having voice in my head as we go on, hopefully, it all depends on the reason they're there. Glad you like it :)
Alaina: ah, Alaina, what can I say but...TWINS, TWINS TWINS TWINS!!!!!!!!!! *ahem* sorry 'bout that.
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Glorfindel was distressed, Erestor was distressed, and I was having the time of my life. Bodies moved all around us, pushing and shoving, our ears were assailed and our feet hurt, yet we still moved up and down. I was being shoved under again, eek, sometimes I wish wasn't as small as I am. Ack, grab hold of friend, grab hold of friend! Down me and my friend went. Oh god, here comes a crowd surfer, and oh no, there goes the guy that was trying to help us up. Oops, another person tripped, argh my chin!
I laughed as I was pulled my feet as the pile was sorted. Oh good, now, back to the band. Wait, where's my friend? Oops, hehe. I bent down and grabbed the flailing arm and pulled her up. There we go, all better now. Music blaring, pushed against the speaker.
"What do you call this again?" Glorfindel asked quite distastefully.
"A gig, see, people play, we stand here and do this, fun." I answered, oh the joys.
"But people are getting shoved and crushed and you are too small to be in here."
"No, I'm old enough, and I can breath fine, see?" I took a few choked breaths and nearly swallowed my chewing gum. Oops, hehe.
"These are musicians?" Erestor asked distastefully, indicating the stage.
"Yes, and they're very good."
"It doesn't sound very good."
"Well it is, now shoo, I'm determined to enjoy this and I can barely hear you as it is. Let me be, give me some peace and quiet for a while." And that was the last I heard of Glorfindel and Erestor for...a while.
I was laughing so hard, the lead singer had lost his glasses in the 'pit and refused to start again unless they were given back. I hadn't had this much fun since...since Glorfindel and Erestor arrived. Maybe I needed quiet time away from them, except that wasn't really possible, especially not since they could now hear my thoughts.
It was when I went to the toilets that I heard them, "This is more like a fight than a concert." I promptly ignored it and went back out into the noise.
So there we were, right at the front, being pressed against a bar, probably leave a bruise, but never mind, I was more concerned with the man behind me. The lead singer was addressing the crowd, and I heard Erestor again. "There is a drunk behind you scratching the top of your head and touching your hair!"
"I know, but he pulled me up earlier, don't worry, ignore him."
"But, but-" They were cut up by said drunk attempting to throw me onto the stage. I looked back at him and went, "What?"
The drunk slowly answered something about them wanting females on the stage and he was giving me a hand. Unfortunately he was trying to lift me by my trousers which were slowly leaving me. "Ok, ok!" I was pushed up onto the stage and lost my chewing gum...somewhere. Oh dear, attached to the lead singers shoe, oh well.
I looked to my left and there was a guy with long hair on the stage, I raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's not like they can tell the difference anyway..."
Lets just say it was funny and leave it there. Lets also say Glorfindel and Erestor weren't too happy with it.
I was walking home, well, heading in the general direction of the tube station and I was freezing. I was soaking wet and I hadn't been near water all evening, sufficed to say I stank, a nice warm bath called to me.
"We are never going to go through something like that again!" Glorfindel raged.
"What? What was wrong with it?" I asked.
"It was inappropriate! That drunk! He must have been at least 30 mortal years old!" (Ok, this I had to admit) "And look, it's now dark and you're walking the cold streets wet and shivering, like you've just walked out of a traumatic experience. Or a battle, if you were my child I would have, well, If you were my child you would not have gone out at all!"
Teeth quite literally chattering I shot back, "This is the traumatic experience!"
"Your friend had her top off on stage!" Glorfindel wailed, "She's your age! You are young!"
"This is my world, not yours. These are my friends, not yours. You'd do well to remember that."
We didn't really speak much as I made my way back home. Pah, always trying to spoil my fun, sometimes it was like having my mother in my head. I think we were all sulking, rather acceptable really. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep on the way home, all I know is I woke up in my bed, warm and safe. Huh, that was strange.
I crawled out of bed, I hadn't dreamt anything I could remember either last night. Infact, I was almost positive this was the longest time since they had arrived that I hadn't heard Glorfindel or Erestor. Quite nice really.
The second I crawled out of bed I regretted it, owie, Sara hurt. Darn 'pit. I slowly made my way into the living room, everything was oddly quiet. This was wrong, this wasn't right. I wanted Erestor and Glorfindel to say something. It was like all that had just happened was just some horrific dream that I had just woken up from. I didn't like it one bit, maybe I was a bit too attached to them.
I suppose I could have just called out and asked if they were there, but that was a little too much like swallowing my pride. I ate breakfast in silence, my mother having already left for work. After about forty minutes I was beginning to panic, what if they had been allowed to return to their bodies in Valinor?! What if it was deemed that they were not wanted here and moved to another person. Could they even do that, /would/ they even do that.
I whimpered and fearfulness having dismissed the idea of pride asked, cautiously if they were there.
There was a long moment of silence where I thought it'd happened, they'd gone, before Erestor's calm voice answered, "We are here, do you have anything to say."
Oh, now they were here, there was no way I was swallowing my pride which had just made itself known again as my fear vanished. They were just being quiet to scare be, bastards.
"Do not call us that and you will not hear from us until you apologise." Erestor answered my unspoken thoughts.
"Fine!" I said and went back to eating my Cookie Crisp. See if I care.
a/n: technically this was supposed to come in in september, after the summer, that explains the cold, but...I couldn't help it, I liked the chapter too damn much. So, this is tech. a treat...ok, that depends on how you like the chapter, oh n/m.
responses:
UnDeadGoat: ah, there is a reason, well, at the moment there's three, depending on what type of story I want this to be, humour, serious, etc. Also, if I want to leave it open for a sequel or not. And thank you for your reviews, they made me smile :) ERKENBRAND.
???????: If it gets worse as it goes on, why are you still reading? Why not give me a name or some pointers as to where you feel that the story lets itself down? Why not give me advice and be constructive instead of insulting.
mrs.shigwa.cobain: there will be more with the issue of having voice in my head as we go on, hopefully, it all depends on the reason they're there. Glad you like it :)
Alaina: ah, Alaina, what can I say but...TWINS, TWINS TWINS TWINS!!!!!!!!!! *ahem* sorry 'bout that.
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Glorfindel was distressed, Erestor was distressed, and I was having the time of my life. Bodies moved all around us, pushing and shoving, our ears were assailed and our feet hurt, yet we still moved up and down. I was being shoved under again, eek, sometimes I wish wasn't as small as I am. Ack, grab hold of friend, grab hold of friend! Down me and my friend went. Oh god, here comes a crowd surfer, and oh no, there goes the guy that was trying to help us up. Oops, another person tripped, argh my chin!
I laughed as I was pulled my feet as the pile was sorted. Oh good, now, back to the band. Wait, where's my friend? Oops, hehe. I bent down and grabbed the flailing arm and pulled her up. There we go, all better now. Music blaring, pushed against the speaker.
"What do you call this again?" Glorfindel asked quite distastefully.
"A gig, see, people play, we stand here and do this, fun." I answered, oh the joys.
"But people are getting shoved and crushed and you are too small to be in here."
"No, I'm old enough, and I can breath fine, see?" I took a few choked breaths and nearly swallowed my chewing gum. Oops, hehe.
"These are musicians?" Erestor asked distastefully, indicating the stage.
"Yes, and they're very good."
"It doesn't sound very good."
"Well it is, now shoo, I'm determined to enjoy this and I can barely hear you as it is. Let me be, give me some peace and quiet for a while." And that was the last I heard of Glorfindel and Erestor for...a while.
I was laughing so hard, the lead singer had lost his glasses in the 'pit and refused to start again unless they were given back. I hadn't had this much fun since...since Glorfindel and Erestor arrived. Maybe I needed quiet time away from them, except that wasn't really possible, especially not since they could now hear my thoughts.
It was when I went to the toilets that I heard them, "This is more like a fight than a concert." I promptly ignored it and went back out into the noise.
So there we were, right at the front, being pressed against a bar, probably leave a bruise, but never mind, I was more concerned with the man behind me. The lead singer was addressing the crowd, and I heard Erestor again. "There is a drunk behind you scratching the top of your head and touching your hair!"
"I know, but he pulled me up earlier, don't worry, ignore him."
"But, but-" They were cut up by said drunk attempting to throw me onto the stage. I looked back at him and went, "What?"
The drunk slowly answered something about them wanting females on the stage and he was giving me a hand. Unfortunately he was trying to lift me by my trousers which were slowly leaving me. "Ok, ok!" I was pushed up onto the stage and lost my chewing gum...somewhere. Oh dear, attached to the lead singers shoe, oh well.
I looked to my left and there was a guy with long hair on the stage, I raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's not like they can tell the difference anyway..."
Lets just say it was funny and leave it there. Lets also say Glorfindel and Erestor weren't too happy with it.
I was walking home, well, heading in the general direction of the tube station and I was freezing. I was soaking wet and I hadn't been near water all evening, sufficed to say I stank, a nice warm bath called to me.
"We are never going to go through something like that again!" Glorfindel raged.
"What? What was wrong with it?" I asked.
"It was inappropriate! That drunk! He must have been at least 30 mortal years old!" (Ok, this I had to admit) "And look, it's now dark and you're walking the cold streets wet and shivering, like you've just walked out of a traumatic experience. Or a battle, if you were my child I would have, well, If you were my child you would not have gone out at all!"
Teeth quite literally chattering I shot back, "This is the traumatic experience!"
"Your friend had her top off on stage!" Glorfindel wailed, "She's your age! You are young!"
"This is my world, not yours. These are my friends, not yours. You'd do well to remember that."
We didn't really speak much as I made my way back home. Pah, always trying to spoil my fun, sometimes it was like having my mother in my head. I think we were all sulking, rather acceptable really. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep on the way home, all I know is I woke up in my bed, warm and safe. Huh, that was strange.
I crawled out of bed, I hadn't dreamt anything I could remember either last night. Infact, I was almost positive this was the longest time since they had arrived that I hadn't heard Glorfindel or Erestor. Quite nice really.
The second I crawled out of bed I regretted it, owie, Sara hurt. Darn 'pit. I slowly made my way into the living room, everything was oddly quiet. This was wrong, this wasn't right. I wanted Erestor and Glorfindel to say something. It was like all that had just happened was just some horrific dream that I had just woken up from. I didn't like it one bit, maybe I was a bit too attached to them.
I suppose I could have just called out and asked if they were there, but that was a little too much like swallowing my pride. I ate breakfast in silence, my mother having already left for work. After about forty minutes I was beginning to panic, what if they had been allowed to return to their bodies in Valinor?! What if it was deemed that they were not wanted here and moved to another person. Could they even do that, /would/ they even do that.
I whimpered and fearfulness having dismissed the idea of pride asked, cautiously if they were there.
There was a long moment of silence where I thought it'd happened, they'd gone, before Erestor's calm voice answered, "We are here, do you have anything to say."
Oh, now they were here, there was no way I was swallowing my pride which had just made itself known again as my fear vanished. They were just being quiet to scare be, bastards.
"Do not call us that and you will not hear from us until you apologise." Erestor answered my unspoken thoughts.
"Fine!" I said and went back to eating my Cookie Crisp. See if I care.