Disclaimer: I just realized that I may have been lying a bit when I said in
chapter 3 that I didn't own anything. I do own things. A lot of things. One
of them being a computer. Others includes clothes (very necessary), a TV
(no so necessary but interesting all the same), and whole lot of other
stuff. Unfortunately publishing rights to Lord of the Rings are not among
my possessions, otherwise I 'd be rich, but I'm not. Now I have to go beg
Bill Gates for some money. I'm sure he can spare. I do use Microsoft so I
deserve to be rewarded.
A/N: OMG I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean *so much drooling that I need a bucket*. My friend was so distraught when Orlando Bloom kissed the girl at the end. It's so good. It's so funny. Johnny Depp acts so drunk / gay. It's really funny. Of course having Orlando Bloom in it makes it all the better. It was so obvious what was gonna happen though, cuz I mean it's Disney. But I still have plans to see it another three times within the next two weeks.
Enough with that little rant, about the movie that has the objet of my obsession in it. I know I said that I wouldn't be able to update till like the end of July but I got my computer back sooner so here's a nice little update for you. R&R!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 8
We started marching by day. It was easier. I felt more rested because I got sleep when humans are supposed to, at night. Unfortunately it was balanced off by the fact that Gandalf made us march farther and longer everyday. This was apparently to shake off the freaky goblins in case they decided to follow us (goblins hated the light). Personally I just though that it was for his amusement and for any one else who might wish to watch me suffer. I assumed that that was probably a lot of them, since none seemed to enjoy this journey, let alone with a bitchy, cowardly, useless teenager along.
On the tenth day I decided that it was time to unbraid the french braids that had been braided into my hair before we left. I would have done it before, except that I had been a bit busy being tired and lazy or running away from freako goblins and basically trying to stay alive. It was rather disgusting. Instead of coming smoothly, I had to pick them out, tearing my fingers through my dirty sweat-soaked hair.
"Hey Lara," I called. She looked at me. "You wouldn't happen to have any shampoo?" I asked in a sarcastically hopeful voice.
"Sorry," she replied, as if the question had been serious, and valid. "But I do have brush and some hair elastics if that helps."
"Better than nothing," I said.
I took the brush and attempted to comb out some of the tangles in my hair, while dunking my head in a stream of ice cold water. I was only successful in increasing the amount of tangles in my hair. It took me half an hour finally brush out the last tangle. I rinsed it out again and brushed it again and put it in a pony tail. Then I took the hair that I had brushed off my head off the brush and threw it into the stream. It would probably choke some fish downstream but that didn't really bother me at the moment.
I returned to our camp. Dusk was approaching, but I didn't feel like sleeping. I became extremely bored. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Music would have helped, but I didn't think I was going to find any of that here, or at least, none that I wanted to listen to. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I got up and decided to relieve whoever was on watch.
It happened to be Lara.
"What's up?" she asked as I approached.
I decided to ignore the fact that she had noticed my presence long before I was within earshot. "I can't sleep," I said. I sounded very whiny, like a child complaining to her mother.
She didn't respond in a very mother-like way. "Why?"
I shrugged. "I just can't," I replied. "Music would help."
"Yes, some of the company can sing," she informed me. Not that it helped, because the rest of them were asleep.
I looked back towards the rest of the company. My eyes fell immediately on Legolas. "Yes well I suppose we shouldn't wake Blondie to sing me to sleep," I drawled. I burst into silent hilarity at my own joke, tears of mirth running down my cheeks. Despite my huge crush on him, Legolas was such an easy target for my little jokes that I couldn't help making fun of him.
"Actually, Legolas is very good singer," said Lara. This only caused me more hilarity, as I fought to keep myself under control.
"Well I don't think I need sleep that bad," I said regaining a small portion of my dignity as I managed to speak properly. "Besides I don't think he knows any Britney Spears." This sent me into another fit of laughter. I collapsed to the ground, my ribs aching with laughter.
Lara rolled her eyes and waited for me to calm down. "If you want old world music you should have told me," she said. She jumped off the rock and went over to her bag and rummaged in it.
Yes, it had crossed my mind to ask you if you had a walkman, but I didn't feel like it, I thought sarcastically.
She came back with something in her palm. She opened it and showed the thing to me. It was made entirely of gold except for a strip of black glass in the middle and smaller piece of black glass thing on one side and a couple rows of holes at the top. Gold wire ran out from the thing. It fit neatly into the palm of her hand.
I looked at her like she was nuts. Those looks seemed to be common these days. "Yes Lara," I said in a fake soothing tone, like I was talking to someone who wouldn't understand. "Solid gold pagers are useful, but so are SUVs and jet planes," I said with a touch more meaning in my voice. "But what I really wanted was music."
She rolled her eyes at me. "It's a music box."
"Uh huh? I see," I said totally confused.
"My magic is somewhat based on my feelings, hence if I'm feeling light and happy, it will work better, because my brain can concentrate on the magic. If I'm dark and depressed my magic doesn't work as well, or it's harder to work because I don't concentrate on magic; I concentrate on the things that are making me depressed. That's why I made this music box. Music seems to relieve a lot of my cares so that I can concentrate on magic."
Another load of information to take in about Lara. I nodded dimly, only comprehending slightly what she meant.
My concern though wasn't how her magic worked. "So how does it work?" I asked.
"I just told you," she said.
"No the music box."
"Oh. Well it works on heat, sort of. You wrap these wires round any part of your body that gives off heat. Upper arms are usually good because they are usually covered, and therefore warm. Then a currant goes through the wires and makes the thing run. Well that's not all that makes it run, but it helps. I put magic in there too or certainly would not work. It's voice activated, so all you have to do is say the name of the artist then the title of the song and it comes on, as long as that song is stored in there."
"Uh huh." Again I was totally confused, but I got how you worked it. Wrap the wires around your upper arm and say the name of the artist and song. That was all I got. "So how do you stop it?"
"Just put your finger over that black strip there." She pointed to black strip on the front of the little golden box.
"What's the other one for?" I asked, pointing to the smaller black strip on the side of the box.
"That's the volume control," she said. "Just pulled your finger along it in the direction that you want, louder or softer."
I looked at it and noticed a little green marker that I hadn't noticed before. I put my finger on it and pulled it right then left. The little green marker followed my finger. "Cool," I said in such a ditzy way that I felt like slapping myself. I was just glad Legolas hadn't been around to hear that.
I took the music and strapped it around my arm. "How my songs have you got on here?" I asked.
"A lot," she replied. "I've lost count. If there isn't one on there, it just won't play."
"Okay. Um." I couldn't really think of a song and I looked really retarded talking to a gold box on my arm. Finally I just said the first song that popped into my head. "Britney Spears, baby on more time," I said to the little thing.
Immediately 'oh babin, babin' boomed out all around me. It was a sound that could have certainly been heard miles away.
"Stop, stop," I screeched at it. Then I remembered how to stop it and put my finger on the black strip.
Suddenly Legolas walked up. As if things couldn't get any worse. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Didn't you hear music?" I asked wide eyes. He gave me a confused look, then looked at Lara, who just shrugged. Big help she was. Now he thought I was both cowardly and crazy.
For once Lara saved me from this awkward situation. "Legolas go back to sleep. April and I were just having a rather heated debate." That still didn't explain me asking if he had heard music, but if Legolas thought I was crazy, there was no need for an explanation. Legolas did as Lara asked and returned to his bedroll.
As soon as Legolas was gone I turned to Lara. "Okay so you wanna explain that. How come it was so frickin loud and even super ears over there didn't hear it."
"To put it simply, those things are like surround sound headphones except a little more advanced. Because those wires touch nerve ending, they can receive information for the brain, not much but some. For anyone without my magic, that would be everyone but me, if they don't think of anyone that they want to hear the music, then only they will hear the music. If you think of people that you want to hear the music then you and those that you think of will hear the music. For me it's slightly different. If I don't think of anybody, everybody hears the music, so I have to think of who I want to have listen before I put it on. That's why it's easier to give it to someone else."
Ooooooooookaaay, I thought. She had just explained that really fast and I had gotten a bit of it. I her one of those looks that Ron always gives people in the Harry Potter movies (I loved those, I had seen then three times); one of those eww that's digusting, and weird, but I still don't get it all at the same time looks.
I took the thing off my arm and dropped it back in her hand. "You know what. You keep it. I thing I can get to sleep just fine without it." I returned to my bedroll. I took me a long time to get to sleep, but I finally did.
Little did I know that that stupid little music box would save my life. Quite a few times.
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A/N: Wow did that chapter suck. Two weeks and that's all that I could come up with. That's horrible. I deserve flames for that. I also deserve a lot of slaps for that. I'll do it to myself right now. *Hear screams as I slap myself*. Review if you want. Flames are not particularly welcome but they are expected. *walks off saying 'stupid chapter, bad mouse angel, you call yourself a writer, eug*
A/N: OMG I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean *so much drooling that I need a bucket*. My friend was so distraught when Orlando Bloom kissed the girl at the end. It's so good. It's so funny. Johnny Depp acts so drunk / gay. It's really funny. Of course having Orlando Bloom in it makes it all the better. It was so obvious what was gonna happen though, cuz I mean it's Disney. But I still have plans to see it another three times within the next two weeks.
Enough with that little rant, about the movie that has the objet of my obsession in it. I know I said that I wouldn't be able to update till like the end of July but I got my computer back sooner so here's a nice little update for you. R&R!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 8
We started marching by day. It was easier. I felt more rested because I got sleep when humans are supposed to, at night. Unfortunately it was balanced off by the fact that Gandalf made us march farther and longer everyday. This was apparently to shake off the freaky goblins in case they decided to follow us (goblins hated the light). Personally I just though that it was for his amusement and for any one else who might wish to watch me suffer. I assumed that that was probably a lot of them, since none seemed to enjoy this journey, let alone with a bitchy, cowardly, useless teenager along.
On the tenth day I decided that it was time to unbraid the french braids that had been braided into my hair before we left. I would have done it before, except that I had been a bit busy being tired and lazy or running away from freako goblins and basically trying to stay alive. It was rather disgusting. Instead of coming smoothly, I had to pick them out, tearing my fingers through my dirty sweat-soaked hair.
"Hey Lara," I called. She looked at me. "You wouldn't happen to have any shampoo?" I asked in a sarcastically hopeful voice.
"Sorry," she replied, as if the question had been serious, and valid. "But I do have brush and some hair elastics if that helps."
"Better than nothing," I said.
I took the brush and attempted to comb out some of the tangles in my hair, while dunking my head in a stream of ice cold water. I was only successful in increasing the amount of tangles in my hair. It took me half an hour finally brush out the last tangle. I rinsed it out again and brushed it again and put it in a pony tail. Then I took the hair that I had brushed off my head off the brush and threw it into the stream. It would probably choke some fish downstream but that didn't really bother me at the moment.
I returned to our camp. Dusk was approaching, but I didn't feel like sleeping. I became extremely bored. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Music would have helped, but I didn't think I was going to find any of that here, or at least, none that I wanted to listen to. I tossed and turned for about an hour before I got up and decided to relieve whoever was on watch.
It happened to be Lara.
"What's up?" she asked as I approached.
I decided to ignore the fact that she had noticed my presence long before I was within earshot. "I can't sleep," I said. I sounded very whiny, like a child complaining to her mother.
She didn't respond in a very mother-like way. "Why?"
I shrugged. "I just can't," I replied. "Music would help."
"Yes, some of the company can sing," she informed me. Not that it helped, because the rest of them were asleep.
I looked back towards the rest of the company. My eyes fell immediately on Legolas. "Yes well I suppose we shouldn't wake Blondie to sing me to sleep," I drawled. I burst into silent hilarity at my own joke, tears of mirth running down my cheeks. Despite my huge crush on him, Legolas was such an easy target for my little jokes that I couldn't help making fun of him.
"Actually, Legolas is very good singer," said Lara. This only caused me more hilarity, as I fought to keep myself under control.
"Well I don't think I need sleep that bad," I said regaining a small portion of my dignity as I managed to speak properly. "Besides I don't think he knows any Britney Spears." This sent me into another fit of laughter. I collapsed to the ground, my ribs aching with laughter.
Lara rolled her eyes and waited for me to calm down. "If you want old world music you should have told me," she said. She jumped off the rock and went over to her bag and rummaged in it.
Yes, it had crossed my mind to ask you if you had a walkman, but I didn't feel like it, I thought sarcastically.
She came back with something in her palm. She opened it and showed the thing to me. It was made entirely of gold except for a strip of black glass in the middle and smaller piece of black glass thing on one side and a couple rows of holes at the top. Gold wire ran out from the thing. It fit neatly into the palm of her hand.
I looked at her like she was nuts. Those looks seemed to be common these days. "Yes Lara," I said in a fake soothing tone, like I was talking to someone who wouldn't understand. "Solid gold pagers are useful, but so are SUVs and jet planes," I said with a touch more meaning in my voice. "But what I really wanted was music."
She rolled her eyes at me. "It's a music box."
"Uh huh? I see," I said totally confused.
"My magic is somewhat based on my feelings, hence if I'm feeling light and happy, it will work better, because my brain can concentrate on the magic. If I'm dark and depressed my magic doesn't work as well, or it's harder to work because I don't concentrate on magic; I concentrate on the things that are making me depressed. That's why I made this music box. Music seems to relieve a lot of my cares so that I can concentrate on magic."
Another load of information to take in about Lara. I nodded dimly, only comprehending slightly what she meant.
My concern though wasn't how her magic worked. "So how does it work?" I asked.
"I just told you," she said.
"No the music box."
"Oh. Well it works on heat, sort of. You wrap these wires round any part of your body that gives off heat. Upper arms are usually good because they are usually covered, and therefore warm. Then a currant goes through the wires and makes the thing run. Well that's not all that makes it run, but it helps. I put magic in there too or certainly would not work. It's voice activated, so all you have to do is say the name of the artist then the title of the song and it comes on, as long as that song is stored in there."
"Uh huh." Again I was totally confused, but I got how you worked it. Wrap the wires around your upper arm and say the name of the artist and song. That was all I got. "So how do you stop it?"
"Just put your finger over that black strip there." She pointed to black strip on the front of the little golden box.
"What's the other one for?" I asked, pointing to the smaller black strip on the side of the box.
"That's the volume control," she said. "Just pulled your finger along it in the direction that you want, louder or softer."
I looked at it and noticed a little green marker that I hadn't noticed before. I put my finger on it and pulled it right then left. The little green marker followed my finger. "Cool," I said in such a ditzy way that I felt like slapping myself. I was just glad Legolas hadn't been around to hear that.
I took the music and strapped it around my arm. "How my songs have you got on here?" I asked.
"A lot," she replied. "I've lost count. If there isn't one on there, it just won't play."
"Okay. Um." I couldn't really think of a song and I looked really retarded talking to a gold box on my arm. Finally I just said the first song that popped into my head. "Britney Spears, baby on more time," I said to the little thing.
Immediately 'oh babin, babin' boomed out all around me. It was a sound that could have certainly been heard miles away.
"Stop, stop," I screeched at it. Then I remembered how to stop it and put my finger on the black strip.
Suddenly Legolas walked up. As if things couldn't get any worse. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Didn't you hear music?" I asked wide eyes. He gave me a confused look, then looked at Lara, who just shrugged. Big help she was. Now he thought I was both cowardly and crazy.
For once Lara saved me from this awkward situation. "Legolas go back to sleep. April and I were just having a rather heated debate." That still didn't explain me asking if he had heard music, but if Legolas thought I was crazy, there was no need for an explanation. Legolas did as Lara asked and returned to his bedroll.
As soon as Legolas was gone I turned to Lara. "Okay so you wanna explain that. How come it was so frickin loud and even super ears over there didn't hear it."
"To put it simply, those things are like surround sound headphones except a little more advanced. Because those wires touch nerve ending, they can receive information for the brain, not much but some. For anyone without my magic, that would be everyone but me, if they don't think of anyone that they want to hear the music, then only they will hear the music. If you think of people that you want to hear the music then you and those that you think of will hear the music. For me it's slightly different. If I don't think of anybody, everybody hears the music, so I have to think of who I want to have listen before I put it on. That's why it's easier to give it to someone else."
Ooooooooookaaay, I thought. She had just explained that really fast and I had gotten a bit of it. I her one of those looks that Ron always gives people in the Harry Potter movies (I loved those, I had seen then three times); one of those eww that's digusting, and weird, but I still don't get it all at the same time looks.
I took the thing off my arm and dropped it back in her hand. "You know what. You keep it. I thing I can get to sleep just fine without it." I returned to my bedroll. I took me a long time to get to sleep, but I finally did.
Little did I know that that stupid little music box would save my life. Quite a few times.
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A/N: Wow did that chapter suck. Two weeks and that's all that I could come up with. That's horrible. I deserve flames for that. I also deserve a lot of slaps for that. I'll do it to myself right now. *Hear screams as I slap myself*. Review if you want. Flames are not particularly welcome but they are expected. *walks off saying 'stupid chapter, bad mouse angel, you call yourself a writer, eug*