The inside of the cave was paved with jewellery. It was absolutely fabulous. Walls of emerald and pearl shone on our two travellers, and the floor was made entirely out of the blackest onyx, giving them the feeling like they were floating above an abyss. They felt weightless. The high sealing seemed to consist entirely out of moonstone. It was amazing. When Denethor got a closer look at the walls, he saw all these openings. Some of them were the size of mouse holes, others were so gigantic, a troll could walk through them without bumping his head on the sealing.
'Hello, strangers. What brings you here?'
A lady had walked up behind them. She had long hair that seemed to be all the colours of the rainbow. Her gown had that same effect. Her eyes were large, and looked strangely like the onyx that shaped the floor. The strangest thing of all was… that she had wings?
She had wings that reminded one very strongly of those of a butterfly. They were dark blue, and made a very strong contrast to her pale skin. There was a small smile on her face. Denethor and his companion were baffled by so much beauty. They just stood there like marionettes that nobody played with.
'We… we…we…we…' And the steward had completely lost it.
'We come to you, most beauteous amongst the most beautiful, in search of an adventure.' The palantír answered quickly. Lord knows, he wouldn't let that stupid man ruin his outing. The steward slowly came to his senses, and found he was drooling. The lady smiled at the both of them.
'Then you have come to the right place. This is the cave of plotholes, and I am its guardian. If you are in search of an adventure, then I suggest you choose an opening and make your way through it.'
Denethor looked around. There were more openings than he had noticed before. It was almost, like they were being created on the spot.
'Most plotholes are temporary. They stay in one place for round and about eight hours. Some take a bit more time, others are only here for about five minutes. Time means little to me, though.' The lady continued, as if reading the steward's mind. 'Most importantly is that I have no control over when or where they appear. All I know, is how long they will last. Now choose.'
This last thing came as a bit of a surprise. The two adventurers looked around. There were plotholes in many shapes and sizes. The steward pointed towards one of the really small ones.
'What about those? Those are too small for us. What if that one turns out to lead to treasure?'
'Some work differently then others do. If you really want to go where that plothole leads you, then just stick your hand in…'
The steward doubted a while, then stuck his hand into it. He felt a pull, and was sucked through the hole.
'And remember…eight hours, then you have to come back. Remember where to find it!' he heard the voice of the fairy say. Then all turned black.
