This will be the last chapter in a while, so...yup. That's about it. Thanks to all the people who reviewed this fic, and to my fellow oboist who unintentionally demonstrated another possible way for death-by-reed during band prac. (

The Reed: Chapter 8

"Well?"

"I suppose we should go in."

"Yeah."

The Fellowship and Corinne entered the hole and emerged in what seemed to be a kind of underground tunnel. Ian switched on his torchlight and the eight of them walked on into the darkness. Soon, the floor started to slope down a little.

"Wow! We must be under Mt. Melo by now!"

"Uh huh. And by the way, where did Mt. Melo get its name from?"

"Apparently, a long time ago, Mt. Melo was an active volcano and during one of its eruptions a young boy mistook the whitish cloud thing for a marshmallow and started yelling, "MUSHMELO! MUSHMELO! MELO! MELO!" And so they called it Mt. Melo."

"Wait a minute... you mean we're inside a volcano?"

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"Me too."

"That's because... I am your father!"

"NO! I am!"

"Huh?"

David and Martyn started an imaginary lightsabre fight, accompanied by music from Ariel's piccolo. Some of the saner members of the group rolled their eyes. About five minutes later, the tunnel came to a dead end.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know... there has to be a way in..."

"Shall I play a high C on my piccolo?"

"NO!"

"Nah. I don't think we need to go to such drastic measures yet..." Joel kicked the wall. Then the Fellowship stared, speechless, as it fell, revealing the cavern behind.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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