-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: I own none of it! None of it, I tell you! I don't even own the reference to strawberry bubble-bath...
Frodo: I am getting very tired of that joke.
CS: Yes, well, until you either grow or figure out how to wield that ring you're carting around effectively, you can't do much about it, hmm?
Frodo: I could bite your legs off.
CS: Great, now the hobbits making Monty Python references...WHO SHOWED FRODO MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL?!
Rachel: Meep! *runs*
CS: Get back here you lily-livered...fictional character! *runs after*
Glorfindel: *snickers* *sings*
Brave lady Rachel ran away,
Bravely ran away, away.
When danger reared its ugly head, she bravely turned her tail and fled.
Yes, brave lady Rachel turned about
And gallantly, she chickened out. Bravely taking to her feet,
She beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, lady Rachel.
Rachel: *still running* Shut up, Glorfindel!
CS: *also still running* Oh wonderful...you got him to watch it, too. Nothing like corrupting innocent minds!
Glorfindel: My mind was anything but innocent, I assure you...
CS: I could debate that. But this disclaimer is getting out of hand, so I won't.
Rachel: Does that mean I can stop running?
CS: Only if you want to get caught.
Rachel: Bah!
-26: Hat-
The next day, after having a quick breakfast, I decided to pop in and see Frodo. It was more of a way to find the rest of the hobbits and discover if they really were as cute as they were in the movies, actually, since Frodo would be out of it for another 3 days. Much to my own amusement, the first thing I did when I entered Frodo's room was take a deep sniff of the air to see if I could smell strawberry bubble-bath - a result of one of the few LotR-related FanFictions Kari had gotten me to read.
There was no scent of strawberry, however. Just four hobbits and a wizard, all apparently asleep in various places around the room. Amused, I went over to Gandalf and peered at him for a moment, trying to determine if he really was asleep or just faking it. A poke in the shoulder revealed that he really was asleep. Delighted at the opportunity, I grabbed his hat off his head, stuck it on my own head, and then went over to the three non-sick looking hobbits zonked out on the vast expanse of the bed. Taking a guess - I used to have trouble telling Merry and Pippin apart in the movies, and they didn't look a whole lot like the actors in real life - I prodded the one healthy, dark-haired hobbit. He stirred, mumbled something about ale, and then went still again. I gave him a shake.
"Huh, whut?" the hobbit asked blearily, sitting up.
"Good morning little master." I said with a smile. The hobbit looked up at me blankly, and then strangely. I remembered I was wearing Gandalf's hat, and nodded over towards the wizard. The hobbit looked over where I had nodded, and snickered when he saw Gandalf asleep. One of the other hobbits stirred at that point, and the hobbit I'd woken up gave the other a solid whack.
"Wake up, Merry!" he said. Merry bolted upright and looked around wildly. The first hobbit snickered again, and I decided right then and there that while, yes, hobbits were as cute in real life as in the movies.
"Fine way to wake someone up, Pip." Merry grumbled when he realized where he was.
"Amusing, though." I said, and Merry started as he noticed me. His eyes glanced on Gandalf's hat, still on my head, and he looked over to Gandalf, then back to me in obvious confusion. When he looked back at me, though, he seemed to realize I was an elf, and female, besides, and somehow he managed to make a half-decent bow from where he was still sitting on the bed.
"Good morning, m'lady." he said.
"Good morning Master Meriadoc." I replied with a smile.
"How did you know my name?" Merry asked with curiosity.
"Gandalf told me." I replied.
"But he's asleep." Pippin said with a light frown.
"Before he went to sleep." I said.
"But he's been here since we arrived." Pippin insisted. "And I don't recall you coming in."
"Ah, but you fell asleep, did you not Master Peregrin?" I replied, arching an eyebrow. "And anyways, I also heard your names from Glorfindel and Elrond. I just had to figure out which one of you was which."
"Very well, you know our names." Merry said with a small smile. "May we know yours?"
"Which one do you want?" I asked dryly.
"Whichever one you wish us to call you by." Merry replied practically.
"Mmm...Rachel will do, then." I said.
"Do you have many other names, Lady Rachel?" Pippin asked curiously.
"Just Rachel, and yes, I do." I replied. "Now, shall we wake up your friend and then see if we can find something to eat? Since I had to wake you up, I'll wager you haven't had breakfast yet." A hobbity stomach growled in agreement. I chuckled. Pippin blushed, then turned to the one remaining un-sick hobbit - Sam - and shook him until he woke up. Sam, unlike Merry and Pippin, woke up slowly, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. After introducing myself, I asked if he wanted to come for breakfast, but he politely declined, asking if he couldn't just get a meal brought up. I agreed that he could, and then Merry, Pippin and I set off for the kitchens - me still wearing Gandalf's hat.
We reached the kitchens quickly, especially once the hobbits caught the smell of food, and I convinced someone to take two meals up to the room Frodo was staying in - one hobbit-sized, and one normal.
"What's hobbit-sized?" the cook asked when I requested that.
"Half again the size of a normal meal." I replied with a grin, and the cook chuckled before going to put the meals together. I snagged another cook and asked her for two hobbit-sized meals, which resulted in another definition of hobbit-sized before Merry, Pippin and I went out into the main hall to wait for the food.
"Shouldn't it be three meals?" Pippin asked once we were seated.
"I already had breakfast." I said dismissively.
"No, to be taken up to Frodo's room." Pippin clarified. "I mean, Frodo's going to want something to eat."
"When he wakes up, which won't be for another few days." I replied.
"A few days?" Merry asked worriedly. "Isn't that a bit long?"
"Yes, but he needs it to get over his wound." I replied, adding a mental 'mostly' as two kitchen servers brought out the hobbits breakfasts. Merry and Pippin's eyes lit up as they saw the food, then they dug in.
"So why are you wearing Gandalf's hat?" Pippin asked in-between bites of food.
"Who wouldn't want a wizard's hat?" I said with a smirk.
"Not me." Merry said, and Pippin nodded in agreement.
"They might try and get it back." he said. I chuckled.
"He can try all he likes. I'm keeping it. At least for awhile. It was his own fault for falling asleep, anyways." I said. Merry and Pippin looked at each other for a moment, and then mutually shrugged, as if saying there was no understanding Elves.
After Merry and Pippin had finished eating, I asked them if they'd like to go see Bilbo, or return to Frodo's room, and the answer was most definitely for the first suggestion. So I led the two hobbits - who were now scarily energetic - off to the library, where we found Bilbo. He was sitting in the same chair I'd first seen him in, engrossed in a book, his own book not far away, open to some half-drawn drawing. Apparently he was doing a little research.
I watched and listened to the hobbits for awhile, but it soon became apparent that they'd forgotten all about me, so I meandered off, heading back to Frodo's room. Gandalf had left sometime since I had last been there and had been replaced by Elrond, who arched an eyebrow at me when I entered.
"He is looking for that, you know." Elrond commented without preamble.
"Tough. It's now mine." I said, making a face, knowing he was talking about the hat. "At least until he finds me." Elrond shook his head in amusement.
"Where are the other two now?" Elrond asked.
"With Bilbo in the library. I figured he could keep them out of trouble." I replied. Elrond looked slightly worried at that, especially when Sam mumbled something about 'troublemakers' that I couldn't quite catch, though Elrond obviously did.
"So, how is Mister Frodo Baggins, anyways?" I asked, coming over to the bed and peering down at Frodo.
"Fairly well, considering what he has been through." Elrond answered. "I am concerned that he shows no sign of waking up, however." I smiled slightly.
"He'll wake in a day or three, I'm sure." I said, and Elrond shot me a slightly amused, slightly warning, look.
"I did not say I did not think he would wake. Just that it concerned me that he had not." Elrond said. I grinned back.
"Close enough." I said. "So, is Aragorn around somewhere? I have yet to meet him..."
"Last I knew, he was still in bed." Elrond said dryly. "Feel free to wake him up."
"How about anyone else that might be in there with him?" I asked cheerily, earning myself an Elrond Glare.
"As I said, feel free to wake him up." Elrond practically growled. I grinned again, and then dashed out of the room before the fire I'd played with got around to burning me. Of course, once I had left the room, I realized that I had no clue where Aragorn's room was. So I grabbed a random Elf and asked them where Estel's rooms were. 'By Lord Elladan and Lord Elrohir's' was the response, so I set off for those two rooms. Upon reaching the twins rooms, I was relieved to discover that there was only one door that was close enough to Elladan and Elrohir's to be considered 'by' their rooms, so I knocked lightly on it.
There was no response. Cautiously, I opened the door and peeked inside. My Elvish hearing picked up some quiet breathing in the next room, and a dirty cloak draped across the chair, the type no Elf would ever wear, alerted me that this was the right room. I tiptoed across to the bedroom door, opened it slightly, and peeked in. Aragorn was there, sprawled across his bed, tangled in the blankets, the lower half of one arms dangling off the edge of the mattress. I tried not to drool too much, and resisted the urge to giggle.
I resisted even harder when I realized that I was basically going into a strange guy's room to wake him up for no real reason. Aragorn would probably flip out. Arwen would probably try and kill me. Especially since the clothes on the floor, and the bit of bare back that the blankets revealed, indicated that Aragorn slept in very little, if anything. I smirked. Oh what the fangirls at home wouldn't give to know that. Oh what my mind was thinking already knowing that.
Aragorn shifted in his bed, mumbling something about 'pretty', and I pulled myself out of my thoughts and decided it was time to interrupt his lovely dreams. Probably of Arwen. I walked over to the bed, and glanced around to make sure that all of Aragorn's OBVIOUS weapons were out of his reach - startled humans did some stupid things (I should know) - then gave him a good shake. He mumbled, rolled over, and went still again. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, let's see if the future King Elessar is ticklish, then." I said. After only a minimal amount of hunting, I found where his sides were, and tickled. Aragorn jerked away from my tickling fingers, then curled into the fetal position and remained that way.
"All right, enough is enough. Elrond says it's time for you to get up, m'boy, and I am more than happy to oblige." I said half to myself after I recovered from my giggles at the sight of Aragorn in the fetal position, then leaned over and gave Aragorn a push. As intended, he fell out of the bed with a loud THUD. I nodded in satisfaction as his head, with eyes open, appeared on the other side of the bed a few moments later, looking around wildly.
"I bring a message from the Lord of Rivendell - time to get out of bed!" I said cheerfully when Aragorn noticed me. Aragorn looked at me blankly for a few moments, then shook his head and pulled himself back onto the bed - carefully keeping the blankets wrapped around his waist, effectively covering everything from his waist down.
"Since when does Elrond send messengers to tell me to get out of bed?" Aragorn asked as he flopped back down on the bed, letting his eyes close halfway.
"Since you started sleeping in." I replied, just as cheerfully as before. Aragorn looked at me blankly for a moment, and then started REALLY looking at me.
"Who ARE you?" he asked finally.
"That depends on who you ask, but you can call me Rachel." I replied with a grin.
"Rachel? I have heard that name before..." Aragorn said slowly, frowning lightly.
"I'm sure you have." I said with a snort. "But it's not important at this moment. It's time for you to get out of bed and have breakfast. There are all sorts of cool people wandering around that you should meet, not to mention Arwen's probably wondering how the heck you can sleep so late."
"I doubt it." Aragorn said with a smirk that I decided not to guess at the cause of.
"No comment." I said dryly. "I shall be waiting outside." Then I bounced out of the room. I sat down in one of the chairs in the sitting room to wait.
One thing I have learned: Aragorn may look really cool in the movies, but it takes a really RALLY long time for him to look that way. I was waiting for about half an hour, and had succumbed to checking out Aragorn's small book collection by the time Aragorn finally emerged from his bedroom.
"Let's go find you some breakfa - er, lunch, shall we?" I said, already heading for the door. Aragorn nodded, though he seemed slightly freaked out by me now that he was more awake. I ignored his freaked-outedness, however, and headed for the kitchen for the third time that morning, this time followed by Aragorn.
----To be continued...with Evil!Glorfindel!----
(And the setup for the beginning of the fun!)
-Authors Note:-
Muhahahahaha, this was a fun chapter. I don't care if people say it's highly improbable for Rachel to go into Aragorn's room and wake him up when she doesn't even know him - it's funny, and would be fun! *nodnod* Almost as fun as stealing Gandalf's hat...ever notice that once he becomes Gandalf the White he loses his hat? And he goes through Lothlorien on his journey to find the Fellowship again once he's becoem Gandalf the White...hmm...
Anywho, the real plot is about to come along and start biting peoples butts. In other words, things are going to start happening rather quickly. Oh, the fun, the fun! And soon I'll be able to write more on this story - I'm only 8,000 words from finishing NaNoWriMo! (and yet I haven't even reached the main plot point...in fact, I JUST got my two main characters to meet...) So, thanks to all my reviewers yet again for being so utterly patient with me! Postings will be picking up shortly! I hope. Bah, they'd better...
Now, I'm off to start a fire (in the fireplace!) and find something warm to drink and/or eat...
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
CS: I own none of it! None of it, I tell you! I don't even own the reference to strawberry bubble-bath...
Frodo: I am getting very tired of that joke.
CS: Yes, well, until you either grow or figure out how to wield that ring you're carting around effectively, you can't do much about it, hmm?
Frodo: I could bite your legs off.
CS: Great, now the hobbits making Monty Python references...WHO SHOWED FRODO MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL?!
Rachel: Meep! *runs*
CS: Get back here you lily-livered...fictional character! *runs after*
Glorfindel: *snickers* *sings*
Brave lady Rachel ran away,
Bravely ran away, away.
When danger reared its ugly head, she bravely turned her tail and fled.
Yes, brave lady Rachel turned about
And gallantly, she chickened out. Bravely taking to her feet,
She beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, lady Rachel.
Rachel: *still running* Shut up, Glorfindel!
CS: *also still running* Oh wonderful...you got him to watch it, too. Nothing like corrupting innocent minds!
Glorfindel: My mind was anything but innocent, I assure you...
CS: I could debate that. But this disclaimer is getting out of hand, so I won't.
Rachel: Does that mean I can stop running?
CS: Only if you want to get caught.
Rachel: Bah!
-26: Hat-
The next day, after having a quick breakfast, I decided to pop in and see Frodo. It was more of a way to find the rest of the hobbits and discover if they really were as cute as they were in the movies, actually, since Frodo would be out of it for another 3 days. Much to my own amusement, the first thing I did when I entered Frodo's room was take a deep sniff of the air to see if I could smell strawberry bubble-bath - a result of one of the few LotR-related FanFictions Kari had gotten me to read.
There was no scent of strawberry, however. Just four hobbits and a wizard, all apparently asleep in various places around the room. Amused, I went over to Gandalf and peered at him for a moment, trying to determine if he really was asleep or just faking it. A poke in the shoulder revealed that he really was asleep. Delighted at the opportunity, I grabbed his hat off his head, stuck it on my own head, and then went over to the three non-sick looking hobbits zonked out on the vast expanse of the bed. Taking a guess - I used to have trouble telling Merry and Pippin apart in the movies, and they didn't look a whole lot like the actors in real life - I prodded the one healthy, dark-haired hobbit. He stirred, mumbled something about ale, and then went still again. I gave him a shake.
"Huh, whut?" the hobbit asked blearily, sitting up.
"Good morning little master." I said with a smile. The hobbit looked up at me blankly, and then strangely. I remembered I was wearing Gandalf's hat, and nodded over towards the wizard. The hobbit looked over where I had nodded, and snickered when he saw Gandalf asleep. One of the other hobbits stirred at that point, and the hobbit I'd woken up gave the other a solid whack.
"Wake up, Merry!" he said. Merry bolted upright and looked around wildly. The first hobbit snickered again, and I decided right then and there that while, yes, hobbits were as cute in real life as in the movies.
"Fine way to wake someone up, Pip." Merry grumbled when he realized where he was.
"Amusing, though." I said, and Merry started as he noticed me. His eyes glanced on Gandalf's hat, still on my head, and he looked over to Gandalf, then back to me in obvious confusion. When he looked back at me, though, he seemed to realize I was an elf, and female, besides, and somehow he managed to make a half-decent bow from where he was still sitting on the bed.
"Good morning, m'lady." he said.
"Good morning Master Meriadoc." I replied with a smile.
"How did you know my name?" Merry asked with curiosity.
"Gandalf told me." I replied.
"But he's asleep." Pippin said with a light frown.
"Before he went to sleep." I said.
"But he's been here since we arrived." Pippin insisted. "And I don't recall you coming in."
"Ah, but you fell asleep, did you not Master Peregrin?" I replied, arching an eyebrow. "And anyways, I also heard your names from Glorfindel and Elrond. I just had to figure out which one of you was which."
"Very well, you know our names." Merry said with a small smile. "May we know yours?"
"Which one do you want?" I asked dryly.
"Whichever one you wish us to call you by." Merry replied practically.
"Mmm...Rachel will do, then." I said.
"Do you have many other names, Lady Rachel?" Pippin asked curiously.
"Just Rachel, and yes, I do." I replied. "Now, shall we wake up your friend and then see if we can find something to eat? Since I had to wake you up, I'll wager you haven't had breakfast yet." A hobbity stomach growled in agreement. I chuckled. Pippin blushed, then turned to the one remaining un-sick hobbit - Sam - and shook him until he woke up. Sam, unlike Merry and Pippin, woke up slowly, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. After introducing myself, I asked if he wanted to come for breakfast, but he politely declined, asking if he couldn't just get a meal brought up. I agreed that he could, and then Merry, Pippin and I set off for the kitchens - me still wearing Gandalf's hat.
We reached the kitchens quickly, especially once the hobbits caught the smell of food, and I convinced someone to take two meals up to the room Frodo was staying in - one hobbit-sized, and one normal.
"What's hobbit-sized?" the cook asked when I requested that.
"Half again the size of a normal meal." I replied with a grin, and the cook chuckled before going to put the meals together. I snagged another cook and asked her for two hobbit-sized meals, which resulted in another definition of hobbit-sized before Merry, Pippin and I went out into the main hall to wait for the food.
"Shouldn't it be three meals?" Pippin asked once we were seated.
"I already had breakfast." I said dismissively.
"No, to be taken up to Frodo's room." Pippin clarified. "I mean, Frodo's going to want something to eat."
"When he wakes up, which won't be for another few days." I replied.
"A few days?" Merry asked worriedly. "Isn't that a bit long?"
"Yes, but he needs it to get over his wound." I replied, adding a mental 'mostly' as two kitchen servers brought out the hobbits breakfasts. Merry and Pippin's eyes lit up as they saw the food, then they dug in.
"So why are you wearing Gandalf's hat?" Pippin asked in-between bites of food.
"Who wouldn't want a wizard's hat?" I said with a smirk.
"Not me." Merry said, and Pippin nodded in agreement.
"They might try and get it back." he said. I chuckled.
"He can try all he likes. I'm keeping it. At least for awhile. It was his own fault for falling asleep, anyways." I said. Merry and Pippin looked at each other for a moment, and then mutually shrugged, as if saying there was no understanding Elves.
After Merry and Pippin had finished eating, I asked them if they'd like to go see Bilbo, or return to Frodo's room, and the answer was most definitely for the first suggestion. So I led the two hobbits - who were now scarily energetic - off to the library, where we found Bilbo. He was sitting in the same chair I'd first seen him in, engrossed in a book, his own book not far away, open to some half-drawn drawing. Apparently he was doing a little research.
I watched and listened to the hobbits for awhile, but it soon became apparent that they'd forgotten all about me, so I meandered off, heading back to Frodo's room. Gandalf had left sometime since I had last been there and had been replaced by Elrond, who arched an eyebrow at me when I entered.
"He is looking for that, you know." Elrond commented without preamble.
"Tough. It's now mine." I said, making a face, knowing he was talking about the hat. "At least until he finds me." Elrond shook his head in amusement.
"Where are the other two now?" Elrond asked.
"With Bilbo in the library. I figured he could keep them out of trouble." I replied. Elrond looked slightly worried at that, especially when Sam mumbled something about 'troublemakers' that I couldn't quite catch, though Elrond obviously did.
"So, how is Mister Frodo Baggins, anyways?" I asked, coming over to the bed and peering down at Frodo.
"Fairly well, considering what he has been through." Elrond answered. "I am concerned that he shows no sign of waking up, however." I smiled slightly.
"He'll wake in a day or three, I'm sure." I said, and Elrond shot me a slightly amused, slightly warning, look.
"I did not say I did not think he would wake. Just that it concerned me that he had not." Elrond said. I grinned back.
"Close enough." I said. "So, is Aragorn around somewhere? I have yet to meet him..."
"Last I knew, he was still in bed." Elrond said dryly. "Feel free to wake him up."
"How about anyone else that might be in there with him?" I asked cheerily, earning myself an Elrond Glare.
"As I said, feel free to wake him up." Elrond practically growled. I grinned again, and then dashed out of the room before the fire I'd played with got around to burning me. Of course, once I had left the room, I realized that I had no clue where Aragorn's room was. So I grabbed a random Elf and asked them where Estel's rooms were. 'By Lord Elladan and Lord Elrohir's' was the response, so I set off for those two rooms. Upon reaching the twins rooms, I was relieved to discover that there was only one door that was close enough to Elladan and Elrohir's to be considered 'by' their rooms, so I knocked lightly on it.
There was no response. Cautiously, I opened the door and peeked inside. My Elvish hearing picked up some quiet breathing in the next room, and a dirty cloak draped across the chair, the type no Elf would ever wear, alerted me that this was the right room. I tiptoed across to the bedroom door, opened it slightly, and peeked in. Aragorn was there, sprawled across his bed, tangled in the blankets, the lower half of one arms dangling off the edge of the mattress. I tried not to drool too much, and resisted the urge to giggle.
I resisted even harder when I realized that I was basically going into a strange guy's room to wake him up for no real reason. Aragorn would probably flip out. Arwen would probably try and kill me. Especially since the clothes on the floor, and the bit of bare back that the blankets revealed, indicated that Aragorn slept in very little, if anything. I smirked. Oh what the fangirls at home wouldn't give to know that. Oh what my mind was thinking already knowing that.
Aragorn shifted in his bed, mumbling something about 'pretty', and I pulled myself out of my thoughts and decided it was time to interrupt his lovely dreams. Probably of Arwen. I walked over to the bed, and glanced around to make sure that all of Aragorn's OBVIOUS weapons were out of his reach - startled humans did some stupid things (I should know) - then gave him a good shake. He mumbled, rolled over, and went still again. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, let's see if the future King Elessar is ticklish, then." I said. After only a minimal amount of hunting, I found where his sides were, and tickled. Aragorn jerked away from my tickling fingers, then curled into the fetal position and remained that way.
"All right, enough is enough. Elrond says it's time for you to get up, m'boy, and I am more than happy to oblige." I said half to myself after I recovered from my giggles at the sight of Aragorn in the fetal position, then leaned over and gave Aragorn a push. As intended, he fell out of the bed with a loud THUD. I nodded in satisfaction as his head, with eyes open, appeared on the other side of the bed a few moments later, looking around wildly.
"I bring a message from the Lord of Rivendell - time to get out of bed!" I said cheerfully when Aragorn noticed me. Aragorn looked at me blankly for a few moments, then shook his head and pulled himself back onto the bed - carefully keeping the blankets wrapped around his waist, effectively covering everything from his waist down.
"Since when does Elrond send messengers to tell me to get out of bed?" Aragorn asked as he flopped back down on the bed, letting his eyes close halfway.
"Since you started sleeping in." I replied, just as cheerfully as before. Aragorn looked at me blankly for a moment, and then started REALLY looking at me.
"Who ARE you?" he asked finally.
"That depends on who you ask, but you can call me Rachel." I replied with a grin.
"Rachel? I have heard that name before..." Aragorn said slowly, frowning lightly.
"I'm sure you have." I said with a snort. "But it's not important at this moment. It's time for you to get out of bed and have breakfast. There are all sorts of cool people wandering around that you should meet, not to mention Arwen's probably wondering how the heck you can sleep so late."
"I doubt it." Aragorn said with a smirk that I decided not to guess at the cause of.
"No comment." I said dryly. "I shall be waiting outside." Then I bounced out of the room. I sat down in one of the chairs in the sitting room to wait.
One thing I have learned: Aragorn may look really cool in the movies, but it takes a really RALLY long time for him to look that way. I was waiting for about half an hour, and had succumbed to checking out Aragorn's small book collection by the time Aragorn finally emerged from his bedroom.
"Let's go find you some breakfa - er, lunch, shall we?" I said, already heading for the door. Aragorn nodded, though he seemed slightly freaked out by me now that he was more awake. I ignored his freaked-outedness, however, and headed for the kitchen for the third time that morning, this time followed by Aragorn.
----To be continued...with Evil!Glorfindel!----
(And the setup for the beginning of the fun!)
-Authors Note:-
Muhahahahaha, this was a fun chapter. I don't care if people say it's highly improbable for Rachel to go into Aragorn's room and wake him up when she doesn't even know him - it's funny, and would be fun! *nodnod* Almost as fun as stealing Gandalf's hat...ever notice that once he becomes Gandalf the White he loses his hat? And he goes through Lothlorien on his journey to find the Fellowship again once he's becoem Gandalf the White...hmm...
Anywho, the real plot is about to come along and start biting peoples butts. In other words, things are going to start happening rather quickly. Oh, the fun, the fun! And soon I'll be able to write more on this story - I'm only 8,000 words from finishing NaNoWriMo! (and yet I haven't even reached the main plot point...in fact, I JUST got my two main characters to meet...) So, thanks to all my reviewers yet again for being so utterly patient with me! Postings will be picking up shortly! I hope. Bah, they'd better...
Now, I'm off to start a fire (in the fireplace!) and find something warm to drink and/or eat...
~Crimson Starlight