Padme: Ladies and Gentlemen, Elves and Pharaohs...Welcome to another chapter of--
Mariku: Ring of Power! -evil cackle-
Anakin: Why are you always interrupting?
Mariku: Because...look at Padme-koi's face...isn't it funny?
Padme: d__b*
Anakin: Actually, Mariku-kun, I'd move out of the way....
Padme: -charges-
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Predilection: Most fans of the Yami Yuugi/Yuugi coupling see Yami as a....pansy Pharaoh. Well, I do anyway. I swear, if he wasn't a public figure in Ancient Egypt, he'd probably wear pink fluffy gowns 24/7. O_o'
LadyBloodShedRed: Ack, I've fallen off three times while cantering now, I've given up. Think Seto might get a new horse...
Anyways, on with the madness....
Chapter Seven
Yugi was still bawling over Gandalf's fall, and that voice was still faintly taunting in his head.
'Give it to us...You cannot escape...I see you...'
Yugi quivered incurably.
'We should be careful...Men say there is an great sorceress in these woods...' Gimli stuttered.
'And?' Seto was still flicking through his deck, for the dozenth time.
'Any man who looks at her falls under her spell,' he continued.
Malik stifled a laugh. 'Is she supposed to be pretty, then?'
'She'd be prettier than you!' Legolas grinned from ear to ear, and poked out his tongue.
Before Malik could insult him back, an arrow was pointed at Gimli's nose.
'The dwarf breathes so loudly, we could have shot him in the dark...' the blonde elf said.
'Haldir of Lorien...' Aragorn bowed, again. Bakura rolled his eyes.
'Oh, so pretty....' Seto's had lit up as bright and shining as the scenery around them.
'Why doesn't he just move in...' Bakura muttered.
Their jabbering was broken by a tall she-elf, and her silver-haired companion.
'May I present,' began Haldir, 'The Lord and Lady of Galadrhim.'
There was a pause, and then one of them spoke.
'Eleven there were, upon leaving Rivendell....Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.'
Yugi restrained a sniff.
The she-elf spoke, her eyes misty and almost dreamy, and her voice made a few shiver.
'He has fallen, into Shadow,' she took a step forward, only to trip over the long, snowy elvish robes, landing face down in the grass.
She spat out the vegetation irritably, shaking herself.
'The quest stands on the edge of a knife...' she was looking down at the grass, a kind of 'I'm-going-to-clip-you-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it' look in her eyes.
'One wrong turn, and all will fail.'
The company laid to rest in Lothlorien, though Boromir was constantly complaining about Galadriel speaking in his head.
'He's gone mad...I always knew he would.' Bakura muttered.
Yugi shook his head.
Ryou waltzed up to his yami quite suddenly, a rather pleased look on his face.
'Oh yami...Galadriel says she has a present for you...' Ryou giggled.
Bakura went quite pink with embarrassment, twiddling his thumbs.
'Really?' The tomb tobber's eyes lit up verily.
'Yup. You'd best go see her.' Ryou stifled a chuckle.
Bakura went off like a bullet.
'What's all that about?' Yami raised an eybrow.
'Did you notice the way he was looking at Lady Galadriel?' Ryou cackled.
Yami nodded lightly.
'Well, I went and told her...and...well, you'll see.'
The evening was pleasantly cool, and Yugi soon forgot about the cold, menacing voice in his head, and fell asleep against one of the many trees of Lorien.
Malik had managed to mind-control one of the elves into giving him a hairbrush, and was humming audibly, brushing his golden hair. Ryou giggling to himself quietly, though no one
could figure out why, and Yami, well, he was writing love poems to Yugi in the dirt. Gimli and Merry were arguing over who's belt was the better, and Yami had the sudden urge to butt in.
The peace was then broken by a piercing scream.
'You bloody bitch!' An arm-flailing, fist-clenching Bakura came speeding out of nowhere, a mass of long, flowing white locks behind him.
'Hikari, I'm going to KILL you...' Bakura's hair had been de-knotted, brushed to perfection, his face washed to sparkling point, and his eyes seemed so bright
they looked like they were about to go supernova.
'Oh god.' Ryou ducked behind Aragorn with a squeal, avoiding a fist which then hit Aragorn smack in the shoulder.
'Hehe...Yami, I never knew your hair was so...beautiful....And your complexion...' Ryou stuttered, restraining giggles.
'By the way, Master Bakura,' Galadriel cooed, 'Don't forget, rub mint and lemon on your face each morning...' she was also trying to stop a fit of laughter.
Night soon fell, and Yugi was unable to sleep...again. He finally got up, starying here and there a little, until he saw Galadriel.
She carried a water pitcher, silver elvish style, treading slowly and lightly towards a tray of stone. She looked up.
'Care to look into the mirror?' she asked.
Yugi shrugged, bewildered by the question. 'I know my own reflection.'
Galadriel chuckled. 'You will not see your reflection, little human...'
'Then...What will I see?'
'Not even the wisest can tell...' she began, 'For the mirror shows many, many things.'
Yugi came closer.
'The mirror can show thing that have been, things that are,' she looked up from the water, 'And things that are to be.'
Yugi came even closer, and peered into the mirror of shining liquid.
Padme: Bleh. Bakura, you know, your complexion is soooo much better---
Yami no Bakura: Shut up.
Anakin: ....
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Padme: Ack. Thats my line, you know...