Well, here we go, consider this the pre christmas chapter, the christmas one should be up in a few days as I shouldn't atually be on this computer...*hums*
Clarenova - more car rides will come, although for some reason I can just see Glorfindel with his head stuck out of the window, kinda lke, a, er, in the non-offensive way, a dog. Just my funny mental image of the day.
Alaina - You've only seen the beginning of this chapter, hehe, my granparents own a computer! I just now have to teach them how to use it. TWINS! GLORFINDEL! ARWEN'S HAREM! LEGOLAS IN THE BLUE SHIRT! ILL!
Kat - hehe, I like the christmas one much much more, you probably will as well, hm, it smells like elves...
Ainu Laire - Glad you liked it, trying to make it better, should probably take the time to go over the older chapters, hmm
littlesaiyangirl - well, this one might have more spelling errors than usual because I didn't know i'd have this time alone on a compuer to post it! I'll recheck it later and thanks for the review!
Meethrill - anything? lol. Here you go, another update should be soon, but then I've got to figure out where it's going. Watch out for an abrupt ending coming up soon...
?????????? - See Monty Python and the Holy Grail, scene with French men in castle. Go on, go!
UnDeadGoat - hehe, unfortunately I wrote this mostly when I WAS ill. Eugh.
Related to this chapter is ILL, http:// www. geocities. com/theablackthorn/ILL without the spaces. (Yahoo!Groups groups.yahoo.com/group/ill-elves) I was telling Alaina about the chapters coming up and I was refering to most of them in acronyms, ROTK, XMAS, ILL. so alaina goes, "ooo, what's ILL?!" and I go, a chapter with me being ill in it. So she goes, oh, and then we start, making up acronyms and Illegal Legolas Lusters comes up, (illegal Lindir lusters as well) and then we decided we should make a club and call it ILL for short, (the full anme being something like ILGHADESMEELEEL Club) So come, join, lust after elves!
SKIP TO HERE IF YOU JUST WANT THE STORY AND NOT MY LOVELY INTERESTING REPLIES AND ILL.
ILL
"Sara, up!" Was the first thing I heard that morning. I jumped out of bed at the irritated sound in her voice, however I immediately jumped back in. Cold, so very, very cold. Blurry eyes, throat hurts, head aches, hot but extremely cold. Oh no, anything but this... "Ill!" I cried to my mother. My mum ran straight in, dressed for work, felt my temperature, poked me a bit, nodded and said, "Stay in bed, I'll call later."
Glorfindel and Erestor both asked, "What is it?"
"Ill." I answered mentally, not wanting to use my voice if I didn't have to.
"Ill?" Erestor asked. I nodded.
"Oh, this is one of those things humans get, I have seen it in them on a few occasions." Glorfindel said.
"What does it mean? What's happening?" Erestor asked.
"It is their bodies, they are weak and sickness comes upon them."
"She is dying?!"
"Nay, I do not think so, she should be well in a few days. Mortals tend to stay in bed during these times. They are not very well generally. I believe it is as if they have been poisoned. Feverish and what not."
"Oh, that does not sound pleasant."
"It's not." I croaked. Great load of good the coat did me, or the shoes! Although, I suspect the trousers may have been to blame. Traipsing around in the jeans, soaking wet couldn't have helped me, but that was that and I was ill. I snuggled under the blankets and made to go back to sleep. Of course Erestor and Glorfindel complaining made this quite a hard thing to do.
"How are we supposed to sleep! It is uncomfortable! We cannot breathe through the nose so we must breathe through the mouth which make the throat hurt! Ah!" Erestor seemed to be having some kind of fit. At least I had the wonderful knowledge that if I managed to get to sleep I probably wouldn't remember any of the dreams I had. Quite good that when you realise Erestor was most likely to complain for the next few hours.
Eventually I managed to fall to sleep, things were hazy for a while after that, waking up, glancing about, snuggling down and going back to sleep. Waking up drenched in sweat is not something I like, but what I dislike even more is waking up drenched in sweat, shivering and dying for the toilet. Ughh.
Glorfindel and Erestor seemed to be having the same mental arguments with themselves as I was. Go to the toilet, not go to the toilet, how full was my bladder? The only difference present with our internal arguments was that I /knew/ how bad it was going to be, they could only imagine. I jumped up as best I could, ran for the toilet, relieved myself and dived back into bed. Cold so cold, too hot, cold, argh!
Through all this Erestor and Glorfindel seemed to have been having a disagreement, one of those not-so-rare-anymore times when they remember they can retreat to a corner of my mind and barely feel anything. Lucky buggers. The only thing was they seemed to be disagreeing if it was fair to leave me in control when I was so ill.
"...that would not be very fair, he probably sent us here to learn something, you know him. This might be it."
"This? What could we possibly learn from this?"
"Oh I don't know, you know him, always coming up with these strange ideas."
"But this? Besides, I thought we were here because you couldn't stop that ridiculous innuendo, or keep your breeches up."
"Look, it's all a matter of opinion, I personally think he was just in a bad mood-"
"Nothing you did to Nienna then, oh no, going to visit his sister and finding /you/ in her /bed/."
"She wasn't in there, I was just going to...surprise her, she would have liked it."
"Oh, of course...Noldo Sex Toy in her bed..." The sarcasm shone through at Erestor's comment.
"You're just bitter because you didn't think of it first..."
I figured I wasn't too keen on the direction that the conversation was taking so I cleared my throat, which hurt quite considerably. Glorfindel and Erestor seemed to have forgotten my presence.
"Oh! Sara! There you are!"
"Erestor, I can't GO anywhere, and I'm ill and you're talking rather loudly."
"I apologise, you weren't by any chance...listening to what was being said, were you?"
"It was rather hard not to, who was it Lórien or Mandos?" I asked.
Mentally I could just see Glorfindel cursing Erestor for teaching me about the Valar. Glorfindel groaned and said, "It was Mandos who walked in but it was the two of them that did this, it reeks of both of them. Although, it does seem more Mandos' style..."
"Oh, why would Erestor be bitter because he didn't think of it first, and what exactly /was/ the plan?!"
Before Glorfindel could answer, a very panicky Erestor answered, "You're too young the know why, and ignore anything I may have said about Glorfindel in the, uh, heat of the moment."
"Why?" Suddenly Erestor was doing his, 'I'm trying not to think about something and therefore pull up the memory and you all get sucked into it' thing. Quite funny, but also quite disturbing, Erestor had done some strange things and this was one of them. Naked and tied to the bed was someone with golden hair and riding them was Erestor, oh god, no, please don't let the golden haired elf be...yes, it was Glorfindel.
I was pulled back into reality and raised an eyebrow, "The straight elf?" I queried.
"Well, been around a long time, er, done many things? Thought I was going to die? Er, Erestor help?" Erestor was as flustered as ever but quickly heard Glorfindel's state through the nervous lilt to his voice and laughed.
"If you must know he bet himself...and lost, not that he wasn't oh-so willing." Erestor told me and I promptly burst out laughing.
When the laughter had died down, I asked, "Wait a sec, you can tell me, nay, show me! That but you won't tell me what happened to get you stuck in /my/ body!?"
"Yes, I mean, no, you weren't supposed to see that."
"Will you please tell me why you're in my head?"
"Well, Glorfindel became infatuated with Nienna-"
"She wanted me, you just know it, if only she stop crying for a minute. Besides, she needs cheering up."
"So he broke into her house, dressed it up and waited for her naked surrounded by rose petals in her bed-"
"It was a good plan."
"Yes, well, that's debatable, but Nienna wasn't the first person home, her brother, Namo was, he wasn't so happy. In fact, he chased Glorfindel, wrapped in a sheet, out of the house."
"Remember it was a cold day."
"And where does this golden fool run? Yes, of course, straight to my abode. Cowers in the corner and while I'm trying to get him to tell me what's happened Irmo's before us and can't seem to remember which one of us his brother had said was in the bed."
"Well, 'that Noldor rat' sort of fits us both."
"Shh! So he said we were both obviously friends and probably in it together and that this should 'teach us'. Next thing we know we're in your dreams. Didn't even give me a chance to blame Glorfindel."
"Hey!"
"Well it was your fault!"
"You would have stolen the idea and gone after Lórien eventually. At least Nienna wasn't married!"
"No, she just had two protective brothers!"
"But-" Glorfindel cut himself off and addressed me, "are you quite done laughing yet?"
"Almost!" I managed to choke out.
"It's not funny!" Protested Erestor.
"Well, it is rather," Said Glorfindel feebly.
"Valar only knows how long we'll be stuck here, and I mean that literally!"
"You don't like my company?" I asked, quite upset, I wasn't /happy/ about them being in my head, but I was quite fond of them now.
"No! It's not that it's just, I'm rather fond of my body, our bodies, er, and this life seems to lack, er, how do I put this?" Glorfindel lost for words? Ah.
"Sex." Erestor said quite bluntly, and he almost seemed, hm, what is that state? Smug, no. Superior, no. Righteous, no, not really. Ah well, sufficed to say Erestor thought it was a fitting punishment, but still seemed to be annoyed that he had been dragged along.
I thought for a moment, "You know, if this wasn't quite so weird, I'd call it peer pressure." And I should have expected the next question, it always came when I tried to be 'insightful'.
"What's peer pressure?"
*
Well, that was it, that was why those elves were in my head, they offended a Valar and he might take them at any moment, quite a sad prospect really. I was sitting pondering what I could do to make them stay, or what I could say when Erestor spoke up.
"Sara, don't think about things like that."
"Why not? I don't want you two to go."
"Oh hush, it will be much better, think about all the things you can do normally once we're gone. Think about all the useless knowledge that will probably leave with us. And think how much room they'll be!"
"But you won't be there, what do I do when I don't want to talk, or get afraid. I'll be...alone."
"You were like that under a year ago, remember? It will be like freedom, not isolation."
"But that's the problem, I don't remember what it was like before you came, at least I don't think so."
At this point in a far too depressing conversation, Glorfindel broke in with a question, "What's Christmas?"
I know, quite short, but I really wanna post the Christmas chapter and I can't until I do this chapter and yay, see, we now know why the elves are in my head, or at least part of the reason...
Just incase people haven't read the Sil, here's the bit about Lórien, Mandos and Nienna:
"The Fëanturi, masters of spirits, are brethren, and they are called most often Mandos and Lórien. Yet these are rightly the names of the places of their dwelling, and their true names are Námo and Irmo.
Námo the elder dwells in Mandos, which is westward in Valinor. He is the keeper of the Houses of the Dead, and the summoner of the spirits of the slain. He forgets nothing; and he knows all things that shall be, save only those that lie still in the freedom of Ilúvatar. He is the Doomsman of the Valar; but he pronounces his dooms and his Judgements only at the bidding of Manwë. ...
Irmo the younger is the master of visions and dreams. In Lórien are his gardens in the land of the Valar, and they are the fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits. ...
Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world."
Clarenova - more car rides will come, although for some reason I can just see Glorfindel with his head stuck out of the window, kinda lke, a, er, in the non-offensive way, a dog. Just my funny mental image of the day.
Alaina - You've only seen the beginning of this chapter, hehe, my granparents own a computer! I just now have to teach them how to use it. TWINS! GLORFINDEL! ARWEN'S HAREM! LEGOLAS IN THE BLUE SHIRT! ILL!
Kat - hehe, I like the christmas one much much more, you probably will as well, hm, it smells like elves...
Ainu Laire - Glad you liked it, trying to make it better, should probably take the time to go over the older chapters, hmm
littlesaiyangirl - well, this one might have more spelling errors than usual because I didn't know i'd have this time alone on a compuer to post it! I'll recheck it later and thanks for the review!
Meethrill - anything? lol. Here you go, another update should be soon, but then I've got to figure out where it's going. Watch out for an abrupt ending coming up soon...
?????????? - See Monty Python and the Holy Grail, scene with French men in castle. Go on, go!
UnDeadGoat - hehe, unfortunately I wrote this mostly when I WAS ill. Eugh.
Related to this chapter is ILL, http:// www. geocities. com/theablackthorn/ILL without the spaces. (Yahoo!Groups groups.yahoo.com/group/ill-elves) I was telling Alaina about the chapters coming up and I was refering to most of them in acronyms, ROTK, XMAS, ILL. so alaina goes, "ooo, what's ILL?!" and I go, a chapter with me being ill in it. So she goes, oh, and then we start, making up acronyms and Illegal Legolas Lusters comes up, (illegal Lindir lusters as well) and then we decided we should make a club and call it ILL for short, (the full anme being something like ILGHADESMEELEEL Club) So come, join, lust after elves!
SKIP TO HERE IF YOU JUST WANT THE STORY AND NOT MY LOVELY INTERESTING REPLIES AND ILL.
ILL
"Sara, up!" Was the first thing I heard that morning. I jumped out of bed at the irritated sound in her voice, however I immediately jumped back in. Cold, so very, very cold. Blurry eyes, throat hurts, head aches, hot but extremely cold. Oh no, anything but this... "Ill!" I cried to my mother. My mum ran straight in, dressed for work, felt my temperature, poked me a bit, nodded and said, "Stay in bed, I'll call later."
Glorfindel and Erestor both asked, "What is it?"
"Ill." I answered mentally, not wanting to use my voice if I didn't have to.
"Ill?" Erestor asked. I nodded.
"Oh, this is one of those things humans get, I have seen it in them on a few occasions." Glorfindel said.
"What does it mean? What's happening?" Erestor asked.
"It is their bodies, they are weak and sickness comes upon them."
"She is dying?!"
"Nay, I do not think so, she should be well in a few days. Mortals tend to stay in bed during these times. They are not very well generally. I believe it is as if they have been poisoned. Feverish and what not."
"Oh, that does not sound pleasant."
"It's not." I croaked. Great load of good the coat did me, or the shoes! Although, I suspect the trousers may have been to blame. Traipsing around in the jeans, soaking wet couldn't have helped me, but that was that and I was ill. I snuggled under the blankets and made to go back to sleep. Of course Erestor and Glorfindel complaining made this quite a hard thing to do.
"How are we supposed to sleep! It is uncomfortable! We cannot breathe through the nose so we must breathe through the mouth which make the throat hurt! Ah!" Erestor seemed to be having some kind of fit. At least I had the wonderful knowledge that if I managed to get to sleep I probably wouldn't remember any of the dreams I had. Quite good that when you realise Erestor was most likely to complain for the next few hours.
Eventually I managed to fall to sleep, things were hazy for a while after that, waking up, glancing about, snuggling down and going back to sleep. Waking up drenched in sweat is not something I like, but what I dislike even more is waking up drenched in sweat, shivering and dying for the toilet. Ughh.
Glorfindel and Erestor seemed to be having the same mental arguments with themselves as I was. Go to the toilet, not go to the toilet, how full was my bladder? The only difference present with our internal arguments was that I /knew/ how bad it was going to be, they could only imagine. I jumped up as best I could, ran for the toilet, relieved myself and dived back into bed. Cold so cold, too hot, cold, argh!
Through all this Erestor and Glorfindel seemed to have been having a disagreement, one of those not-so-rare-anymore times when they remember they can retreat to a corner of my mind and barely feel anything. Lucky buggers. The only thing was they seemed to be disagreeing if it was fair to leave me in control when I was so ill.
"...that would not be very fair, he probably sent us here to learn something, you know him. This might be it."
"This? What could we possibly learn from this?"
"Oh I don't know, you know him, always coming up with these strange ideas."
"But this? Besides, I thought we were here because you couldn't stop that ridiculous innuendo, or keep your breeches up."
"Look, it's all a matter of opinion, I personally think he was just in a bad mood-"
"Nothing you did to Nienna then, oh no, going to visit his sister and finding /you/ in her /bed/."
"She wasn't in there, I was just going to...surprise her, she would have liked it."
"Oh, of course...Noldo Sex Toy in her bed..." The sarcasm shone through at Erestor's comment.
"You're just bitter because you didn't think of it first..."
I figured I wasn't too keen on the direction that the conversation was taking so I cleared my throat, which hurt quite considerably. Glorfindel and Erestor seemed to have forgotten my presence.
"Oh! Sara! There you are!"
"Erestor, I can't GO anywhere, and I'm ill and you're talking rather loudly."
"I apologise, you weren't by any chance...listening to what was being said, were you?"
"It was rather hard not to, who was it Lórien or Mandos?" I asked.
Mentally I could just see Glorfindel cursing Erestor for teaching me about the Valar. Glorfindel groaned and said, "It was Mandos who walked in but it was the two of them that did this, it reeks of both of them. Although, it does seem more Mandos' style..."
"Oh, why would Erestor be bitter because he didn't think of it first, and what exactly /was/ the plan?!"
Before Glorfindel could answer, a very panicky Erestor answered, "You're too young the know why, and ignore anything I may have said about Glorfindel in the, uh, heat of the moment."
"Why?" Suddenly Erestor was doing his, 'I'm trying not to think about something and therefore pull up the memory and you all get sucked into it' thing. Quite funny, but also quite disturbing, Erestor had done some strange things and this was one of them. Naked and tied to the bed was someone with golden hair and riding them was Erestor, oh god, no, please don't let the golden haired elf be...yes, it was Glorfindel.
I was pulled back into reality and raised an eyebrow, "The straight elf?" I queried.
"Well, been around a long time, er, done many things? Thought I was going to die? Er, Erestor help?" Erestor was as flustered as ever but quickly heard Glorfindel's state through the nervous lilt to his voice and laughed.
"If you must know he bet himself...and lost, not that he wasn't oh-so willing." Erestor told me and I promptly burst out laughing.
When the laughter had died down, I asked, "Wait a sec, you can tell me, nay, show me! That but you won't tell me what happened to get you stuck in /my/ body!?"
"Yes, I mean, no, you weren't supposed to see that."
"Will you please tell me why you're in my head?"
"Well, Glorfindel became infatuated with Nienna-"
"She wanted me, you just know it, if only she stop crying for a minute. Besides, she needs cheering up."
"So he broke into her house, dressed it up and waited for her naked surrounded by rose petals in her bed-"
"It was a good plan."
"Yes, well, that's debatable, but Nienna wasn't the first person home, her brother, Namo was, he wasn't so happy. In fact, he chased Glorfindel, wrapped in a sheet, out of the house."
"Remember it was a cold day."
"And where does this golden fool run? Yes, of course, straight to my abode. Cowers in the corner and while I'm trying to get him to tell me what's happened Irmo's before us and can't seem to remember which one of us his brother had said was in the bed."
"Well, 'that Noldor rat' sort of fits us both."
"Shh! So he said we were both obviously friends and probably in it together and that this should 'teach us'. Next thing we know we're in your dreams. Didn't even give me a chance to blame Glorfindel."
"Hey!"
"Well it was your fault!"
"You would have stolen the idea and gone after Lórien eventually. At least Nienna wasn't married!"
"No, she just had two protective brothers!"
"But-" Glorfindel cut himself off and addressed me, "are you quite done laughing yet?"
"Almost!" I managed to choke out.
"It's not funny!" Protested Erestor.
"Well, it is rather," Said Glorfindel feebly.
"Valar only knows how long we'll be stuck here, and I mean that literally!"
"You don't like my company?" I asked, quite upset, I wasn't /happy/ about them being in my head, but I was quite fond of them now.
"No! It's not that it's just, I'm rather fond of my body, our bodies, er, and this life seems to lack, er, how do I put this?" Glorfindel lost for words? Ah.
"Sex." Erestor said quite bluntly, and he almost seemed, hm, what is that state? Smug, no. Superior, no. Righteous, no, not really. Ah well, sufficed to say Erestor thought it was a fitting punishment, but still seemed to be annoyed that he had been dragged along.
I thought for a moment, "You know, if this wasn't quite so weird, I'd call it peer pressure." And I should have expected the next question, it always came when I tried to be 'insightful'.
"What's peer pressure?"
*
Well, that was it, that was why those elves were in my head, they offended a Valar and he might take them at any moment, quite a sad prospect really. I was sitting pondering what I could do to make them stay, or what I could say when Erestor spoke up.
"Sara, don't think about things like that."
"Why not? I don't want you two to go."
"Oh hush, it will be much better, think about all the things you can do normally once we're gone. Think about all the useless knowledge that will probably leave with us. And think how much room they'll be!"
"But you won't be there, what do I do when I don't want to talk, or get afraid. I'll be...alone."
"You were like that under a year ago, remember? It will be like freedom, not isolation."
"But that's the problem, I don't remember what it was like before you came, at least I don't think so."
At this point in a far too depressing conversation, Glorfindel broke in with a question, "What's Christmas?"
I know, quite short, but I really wanna post the Christmas chapter and I can't until I do this chapter and yay, see, we now know why the elves are in my head, or at least part of the reason...
Just incase people haven't read the Sil, here's the bit about Lórien, Mandos and Nienna:
"The Fëanturi, masters of spirits, are brethren, and they are called most often Mandos and Lórien. Yet these are rightly the names of the places of their dwelling, and their true names are Námo and Irmo.
Námo the elder dwells in Mandos, which is westward in Valinor. He is the keeper of the Houses of the Dead, and the summoner of the spirits of the slain. He forgets nothing; and he knows all things that shall be, save only those that lie still in the freedom of Ilúvatar. He is the Doomsman of the Valar; but he pronounces his dooms and his Judgements only at the bidding of Manwë. ...
Irmo the younger is the master of visions and dreams. In Lórien are his gardens in the land of the Valar, and they are the fairest of all places in the world, filled with many spirits. ...
Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world."