-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: *singing* Tolkien got run over by a reindeer, on the night of Christmas Eve! But that doesn't mean that I own all of his stuffffff! Because that would be illegal in the extreme...
Rachel: If you've heard the base song, you'll get the joke. If not - go search for 'Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer', and when you find it, you shall get the joke.
CS: Having your alarm clock wake you up with that is the absolute best way to wake up for school, by the way.
Rachel: I'm sure.
CS: It is! Wake up with a laugh, and all that...even if you just went to sleep 3 hours before.
Rachel: How about if you just don't wake up at all?
CS: Then you'd be dead. Or brain dead. Or in a coma. None are good.
Rachel: The first one is if you're turning into a Mary-Sue!
Glorfindel: No, it's not. Remember the story?
Rachel: ...Oh, hm. Guess you're right.
CS: 'Course I am. I'm the awthor. I'm always right.
Glorfindel: Then why did you put a 'w' in 'author'?
CS: ...shut up.
-30: Inebriation-
Along the way to my room, Glorfindel and I stopped to have a few more drinks of the wine, and thus, by the time we got to my rooms, Glorfindel's previous ability to walk in a straight line had morphed into an ability to walk a curvy line going in the same general direction, and his support was the only thing keeping me on my feet.
"Damn, that is strong *hic* stuff. Agh, I hate *hic* hiccups." I muttered as we finally stumbled to a stop in front of my door. After several attempts, I managed to open the door, and then Glorfindel and I staggered in. In celebration for reaching my room, Glorfindel pulled out the flask of wine, and we finished it off.
"Right, now I'm *hic* going t'bed." I said. When, after a few moments, I didn't move, Glorfindel arched an eyebrow at me in a way only a drunk Elf-lord can.
"Then why aren't you moving?" he asked.
"Duh, I can't *hic* go anywhere without trippin over m'own *hic* two feet unless you *hic* help me." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"So y'want me to help you get to your bed?" Glorfindel asked, and I nodded. Inside of me, some small voice started screaming that this was a really bad idea. It quickly drowned in Dorwinnian wine, and Glorfindel and I staggered over to my bedroom door. I was, once again, the one to open the door, and then Glorfindel and I stumbled in.
"Ooo, bed." Glorfindel said, his eyes lighting up as they settled on the big four-poster bed in the room.
"Mine." I said possessively. "You go get yer *hic* own." Glorfindel pouted slightly. I gave him as warning a look as I could in my state, then pushed off from him and made a dive for my bed. To my credit, I almost made it.
"Shame to waste a nice bed on just your arms." Glorfindel commented as he staggered over. I gave him a glare, then started hauling myself up. Before I could get far, however, I was abruptly picked up and dumped on the bed.
"Quicker and easier." Glorfindel said with a shrug as I glared at him again. "But tiring..." he added as he weaved back and forth a bit.
"Don't you *hic* dare fall on m'bed." I said warningly. "Go find your *hic* own."
"Too late." Glorfindel said, and promptly fell over onto the foot of my bed. There was a moment of silence. "How about I just stay here?" Glorfindel suggested. "It's comfy."
"No." I said, and shot out a foot and gave Glorfindel a solid kick in the arm.
"Ow." Glorfindel whined, rubbing his arm.
"Still comfy?" I asked.
"Yep." was Glorfindel's reply. I made to kick him again, but found I didn't have enough energy to do more than move my foot a few inches.
"Don't make me beat you." I grumbled instead.
"You can't beat me when you're sober, let alone drunk." Glorfindel said with a snort.
"Agh, just go, willya?!" I exclaimed in exasperation.
"Why? I like it here. It's comfy. Company could be improved, though." This time I summoned enough energy to kick Glorfindel. "Ow..."
"Get out." I said.
"Give me a reason and I will." Glorfindel replied.
"I'm tired an' want t'sleep." I said.
"So go to sleep. I'm not stopping you." Glorfindel said. I sighed in exasperation.
"Stupid sexy Elf-lords." I growled, and then blinked as I realized what I'd just said. Glorfindel looked up at me from the base of the bed in amusement.
"What was that?" he asked. I then proceeded to give Glorfindel a very graphic description of what he should go do to Elrond. To my annoyance, he didn't move a muscle during my entire tirade.
"Well, that was creative." Glorfindel said with a yawn when I was done. I gaped at him for a moment, and then kicked him hard. "OW!" he whined. "That wasn't very nice!"
"Wuzn' meant t'be." I replied promptly. "Wuz supposed t'get you t'leave."
"Apparently it didn't work." Glorfindel observed. I kicked him again. "Ow!" he whined again. "Stop doing that!"
"Not 'til y'leave." I replied, and aimed another kick at Glorfindel. He was ready, however, and managed to grab my foot. "Hey! Let m'foot go!" I whined.
"Not unless you stop kicking me." Glorfindel replied cheerfully. I paused for a moment, thinking. After a few moments, I came up with a solution to my problem - kick him with my OTHER foot. Which I did, causing him to let go of my other foot.
"What do I have to do t'get you to stop kicking me?" Glorfindel asked with a slight pout.
"Leave!" I answered as cheerfully as Glorfindel had a moment before, making to kick Glorfindel again. He caught my foot again, however, this time in one hand, and when I tried to kick him with the other foot, he caught it in his other hand, as well.
"But I like it here! Nice'n soft!" Glorfindel protested. I growled, then, remarkably, managed to hoist myself into a sitting position. Bending myself practically double, I started prying at Glorfindel's hands, trying to get them off my feet, without much luck.
"Let go an' get out!" I growled after a moment, stopping my attempts. Glorfindel pretended to consider this for a few moments.
"Nope, too comfy." he replied finally. I crossed my arms and sat there glaring at Glorfindel for a moment, then recalled how I'd tried to wake Aragorn up. Before Glorfindel knew what was happening, my hand darted out and tickled his side. To my immense satisfaction, he yelped in surprise, jerking away from my fingers. He did not, however, let go of my feet.
"Let go an' get out." I repeated.
"No." came Glorfindel's reply.
I tickled him again, and he jerked away once more.
"Let go an' get out."
"Too comfy!"
Another tickle, another jerk.
"Let go an' get out!"
"Nope..."
As I tickled Glorfindel again and he predictably jerked away, something in the back of my mind told me that this had moved beyond Glorfindel finding my bed comfy to something else entirely, but the wine was blurring exactly what that something else was. So, I repeated my ultimatum.
"Let go an' get out." This time, Glorfindel sighed in reply.
"You always have to make things difficult." he said, and while I was preparing to righteously protest, he suddenly let go of my feet, grabbed my wrists, and had me pinned. Well, more like he had a hold of my wrists, and the weight of the rest of him lying on top of me was holding any other body part I might use to assault him down. My protests died in my throat as I stared at him in surprise.
"Get off." I said when I recovered from my surprise, but without much oomph. My ability to protest had been severely limited at this point by both the wine and the close proximity of a very VERY sexy Elf-lord, and I think Glorfindel sensed it, because he simply smiled slightly and let his head drop, half onto the pillow and half onto my shoulder, like he was going to go to sleep.
"Too comfortable." came the muffled reply. For some reason, that sparked annoyance in me - probably because while it was comfortable for him, it wasn't so much for me (more like slow torture). My annoyance then went on to fan my protests back into full strength.
"GET. OFF!" I exclaimed, trying to throw Glorfindel off me in some manner of another. Even when half drunk, however, he knew how to pin someone down - me being more drunk than him helped, of course. My wriggling and squirming accomplished nothing.
OK, to be fair to myself, it did accomplish something. Just not what I wanted. Actually, if I'd stopped and thought for a moment, I probably would have realized that my wriggling and squirming would accomplish what it did. But alcohol tends to impair thought. So I was greatly surprised when, after several minutes of me wriggling, Glorfindel's head slowly rose from it's place on my shoulder, and the look on his face was NOT amused, annoyed, or even the least bit drunk.
"That is NOT the way to get me out." he said, his voice low and husky, as we locked gazes. His eyes burned into mine, and I gulped as I felt all the alcohol flee my brain, leaving me completely sober and able to realize just what was going on. After a moment, I opened my mouth to reply, but found it was too dry to say anything. Practical, stupid me then proceeded to send orders to my tongue to lick my lips. Did I mention that Glorfindel's face was a scant inch or so from mine?
Before I could really understand what was happening, Glorfindel's lips were on mine, and even once I did understand what was happening, my first response was to open my mouth to his teasing tongue and let it inside. The kiss deepened even further, and I heard myself groan slightly, something that felt quite like fire, only far more pleasant, shooting through my body. Thoroughly distracted by this new sensation, and Glorfindel's lips on mine, I barely noticed when my wrists were freed, and noticed even less that all I did with my arms newfound mobility was snake them around Glorfindel's neck.
In fact, I didn't notice much of anything besides Glorfindel and me until the rational part of my mind piped up and reminded me of this little thing called a Mary-Sue, and my self-sworn oath to stay away from book-recognizable males. Then my eyes, which I hadn't even noticed had closed, snapped open, and I instantly froze. Before I think it really registered with Glorfindel that I had stopped reacting, I pulled my arms away from his neck, brought my hands to his chest, and gave a solid shove. And just as it started registering with Glorfindel what was happening, I jumped up with a curse, and then stormed out of the room. I heard Glorfindel make to follow, calling after me in confusion, but I shut the bedroom door and shoved a chair under the door knob like they did in movies, effectively slowing Glorfindel down long enough for me to get out of sight.
There really was not, in my mind, any question of what I was going to do next. I did have enough presence of mind, however, to not want to repeat the same mistake I'd made with Kari, and I went straight to Boromir's room, reaching the door before I remembered he was unconscious from drink. With an annoyed growl, I decided to forgo telling him - it wasn't as if I was leaving the same way as before - and turned on my heal and dashed straight to the stables, completely forgoing the kitchen for provisions. I'm pretty sure I ran by a number of Elves in the hallways as I went, but I ignored them as long as they weren't a certain golden-haired Elf-lord and didn't get in my way.
I screeched to a halt in front of the stables, sending up a cloud of dust, and then dashed inside before the stable hand on duty had time to react. I had barely entered, however, when I realized that Glorfindel would probably try and follow me, and there was no way I could outrun him on Black Thunder. So I turned on my heel and headed back out of the stable, passing a still very confused stable hand on my way to the pasture.
Glancing among the horses that were, for a miracle, clustered near the fence for the night, I realized there was only one that I had a hope of getting to let me ride him.
"Asfaloth!" I called sweetly, and Glorfindel's horse trotted over. I looked around, and found a gate not to far away. I quickly went to it and opened it, Asfaloth following me with curiosity. He looked at me slightly strangely when I motioned for him to come out, but complied.
"Hey boy, I need you to do me a favour." I crooned to the horse as I shut the gate and came over to his head, stroking his nose softly. "I need you to let me ride you. Just as far as Bree, then you can come home. How about it?" Asfaloth snorted in what I assumed was assent, and, using the nearby fence to give me an extra boost in height, I got up on Asfaloth's back. I smiled, then, and I'm sure if anybody had seen it they would have referred to it as a very unpleasant smile. There was nobody around to see, however, and I didn't wait around for someone to arrive, kicking Asfaloth into a brisk trot, then a gallop, blasting by the guards of Rivendell proper and the border guards without even noticing them.
As I left, I absently noticed the irony of what I was doing. For the second time, I was leaving the Last Homely House in the dead of night on an Elvish horse with the sole intent of getting away from any and all that the peaceful Elven realm contained - the exact opposite of what just about anybody else would be doing in my place.
----To be continued...with Elrond!----
(And Shadowfax!)
-Authors Note:-
I saw the Extended Edition DVD of 'The Two Towers'. They put the Huorns in! Whee! Yes. My visiting uncle that I mentioned last chapter is now my most favouritestest uncle ever, since it was his laptop (and its DVD drive) that let me watch the extended edition. *hopskip* Boromir! Faramir looks like a girl. No, seriously - not in the way he dresses or acts or anything, but his facial shape, especially his eyes, combined with that long hair, make him look so female Legolas looks masculine in comparison. Not making me drop my nickname for Legolas of 'Nancy', though...(ask me some day if you want to know the reasoning for that one)
Only bad thing about the DVD is, though, that I got so caught up in watching it, that in the last 36 hours, I've had exactly 3 1/2 hours of sleep. *twitch* Thank god for Pepsi.
Anywho, thank-you to all my lovely reviewers. Just to let y'all know, the vote on Boromir is currently...9 to 9. I think I may just have to decide this myself...and considering how drooly I am at the moment over the Faramir-flashback-Boromir from Osgiliath (does anyone beside me find his accent irresistable? It's basically the same one he has as Sharpe, and makes me turn teeny for some reason) Boromir is likely to live. Though, for the sake of the plot, and to help the ending, I might just kill him...ah well, we'll see.
Yeah, um, all my reviewers get cookie dough. Why not cookies like I promised? Because, with my uncle and the DVD watch-age, I only had time to make the dough. The cookies come when I have a break from gift wrapping, school, and being a Santa's Elf. (I should wear my Elf ears that I got for Hallowe'en one year! Hee hee...)
Right, well, this author's note is getting long. Thank you reviewers, please review again. Thank you readers for reading even if you haven't reviewed - your reviews would most deffinately be appreciated. They help me feel special and give me something to point to when my mother asks me why I'm writing this 'crap'. *rolls eyes* Parents. Ah well, it's better than her ragging on me about other things...
I'm off to get lost on the bus system, enjoy the chapter!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
CS: *singing* Tolkien got run over by a reindeer, on the night of Christmas Eve! But that doesn't mean that I own all of his stuffffff! Because that would be illegal in the extreme...
Rachel: If you've heard the base song, you'll get the joke. If not - go search for 'Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer', and when you find it, you shall get the joke.
CS: Having your alarm clock wake you up with that is the absolute best way to wake up for school, by the way.
Rachel: I'm sure.
CS: It is! Wake up with a laugh, and all that...even if you just went to sleep 3 hours before.
Rachel: How about if you just don't wake up at all?
CS: Then you'd be dead. Or brain dead. Or in a coma. None are good.
Rachel: The first one is if you're turning into a Mary-Sue!
Glorfindel: No, it's not. Remember the story?
Rachel: ...Oh, hm. Guess you're right.
CS: 'Course I am. I'm the awthor. I'm always right.
Glorfindel: Then why did you put a 'w' in 'author'?
CS: ...shut up.
-30: Inebriation-
Along the way to my room, Glorfindel and I stopped to have a few more drinks of the wine, and thus, by the time we got to my rooms, Glorfindel's previous ability to walk in a straight line had morphed into an ability to walk a curvy line going in the same general direction, and his support was the only thing keeping me on my feet.
"Damn, that is strong *hic* stuff. Agh, I hate *hic* hiccups." I muttered as we finally stumbled to a stop in front of my door. After several attempts, I managed to open the door, and then Glorfindel and I staggered in. In celebration for reaching my room, Glorfindel pulled out the flask of wine, and we finished it off.
"Right, now I'm *hic* going t'bed." I said. When, after a few moments, I didn't move, Glorfindel arched an eyebrow at me in a way only a drunk Elf-lord can.
"Then why aren't you moving?" he asked.
"Duh, I can't *hic* go anywhere without trippin over m'own *hic* two feet unless you *hic* help me." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"So y'want me to help you get to your bed?" Glorfindel asked, and I nodded. Inside of me, some small voice started screaming that this was a really bad idea. It quickly drowned in Dorwinnian wine, and Glorfindel and I staggered over to my bedroom door. I was, once again, the one to open the door, and then Glorfindel and I stumbled in.
"Ooo, bed." Glorfindel said, his eyes lighting up as they settled on the big four-poster bed in the room.
"Mine." I said possessively. "You go get yer *hic* own." Glorfindel pouted slightly. I gave him as warning a look as I could in my state, then pushed off from him and made a dive for my bed. To my credit, I almost made it.
"Shame to waste a nice bed on just your arms." Glorfindel commented as he staggered over. I gave him a glare, then started hauling myself up. Before I could get far, however, I was abruptly picked up and dumped on the bed.
"Quicker and easier." Glorfindel said with a shrug as I glared at him again. "But tiring..." he added as he weaved back and forth a bit.
"Don't you *hic* dare fall on m'bed." I said warningly. "Go find your *hic* own."
"Too late." Glorfindel said, and promptly fell over onto the foot of my bed. There was a moment of silence. "How about I just stay here?" Glorfindel suggested. "It's comfy."
"No." I said, and shot out a foot and gave Glorfindel a solid kick in the arm.
"Ow." Glorfindel whined, rubbing his arm.
"Still comfy?" I asked.
"Yep." was Glorfindel's reply. I made to kick him again, but found I didn't have enough energy to do more than move my foot a few inches.
"Don't make me beat you." I grumbled instead.
"You can't beat me when you're sober, let alone drunk." Glorfindel said with a snort.
"Agh, just go, willya?!" I exclaimed in exasperation.
"Why? I like it here. It's comfy. Company could be improved, though." This time I summoned enough energy to kick Glorfindel. "Ow..."
"Get out." I said.
"Give me a reason and I will." Glorfindel replied.
"I'm tired an' want t'sleep." I said.
"So go to sleep. I'm not stopping you." Glorfindel said. I sighed in exasperation.
"Stupid sexy Elf-lords." I growled, and then blinked as I realized what I'd just said. Glorfindel looked up at me from the base of the bed in amusement.
"What was that?" he asked. I then proceeded to give Glorfindel a very graphic description of what he should go do to Elrond. To my annoyance, he didn't move a muscle during my entire tirade.
"Well, that was creative." Glorfindel said with a yawn when I was done. I gaped at him for a moment, and then kicked him hard. "OW!" he whined. "That wasn't very nice!"
"Wuzn' meant t'be." I replied promptly. "Wuz supposed t'get you t'leave."
"Apparently it didn't work." Glorfindel observed. I kicked him again. "Ow!" he whined again. "Stop doing that!"
"Not 'til y'leave." I replied, and aimed another kick at Glorfindel. He was ready, however, and managed to grab my foot. "Hey! Let m'foot go!" I whined.
"Not unless you stop kicking me." Glorfindel replied cheerfully. I paused for a moment, thinking. After a few moments, I came up with a solution to my problem - kick him with my OTHER foot. Which I did, causing him to let go of my other foot.
"What do I have to do t'get you to stop kicking me?" Glorfindel asked with a slight pout.
"Leave!" I answered as cheerfully as Glorfindel had a moment before, making to kick Glorfindel again. He caught my foot again, however, this time in one hand, and when I tried to kick him with the other foot, he caught it in his other hand, as well.
"But I like it here! Nice'n soft!" Glorfindel protested. I growled, then, remarkably, managed to hoist myself into a sitting position. Bending myself practically double, I started prying at Glorfindel's hands, trying to get them off my feet, without much luck.
"Let go an' get out!" I growled after a moment, stopping my attempts. Glorfindel pretended to consider this for a few moments.
"Nope, too comfy." he replied finally. I crossed my arms and sat there glaring at Glorfindel for a moment, then recalled how I'd tried to wake Aragorn up. Before Glorfindel knew what was happening, my hand darted out and tickled his side. To my immense satisfaction, he yelped in surprise, jerking away from my fingers. He did not, however, let go of my feet.
"Let go an' get out." I repeated.
"No." came Glorfindel's reply.
I tickled him again, and he jerked away once more.
"Let go an' get out."
"Too comfy!"
Another tickle, another jerk.
"Let go an' get out!"
"Nope..."
As I tickled Glorfindel again and he predictably jerked away, something in the back of my mind told me that this had moved beyond Glorfindel finding my bed comfy to something else entirely, but the wine was blurring exactly what that something else was. So, I repeated my ultimatum.
"Let go an' get out." This time, Glorfindel sighed in reply.
"You always have to make things difficult." he said, and while I was preparing to righteously protest, he suddenly let go of my feet, grabbed my wrists, and had me pinned. Well, more like he had a hold of my wrists, and the weight of the rest of him lying on top of me was holding any other body part I might use to assault him down. My protests died in my throat as I stared at him in surprise.
"Get off." I said when I recovered from my surprise, but without much oomph. My ability to protest had been severely limited at this point by both the wine and the close proximity of a very VERY sexy Elf-lord, and I think Glorfindel sensed it, because he simply smiled slightly and let his head drop, half onto the pillow and half onto my shoulder, like he was going to go to sleep.
"Too comfortable." came the muffled reply. For some reason, that sparked annoyance in me - probably because while it was comfortable for him, it wasn't so much for me (more like slow torture). My annoyance then went on to fan my protests back into full strength.
"GET. OFF!" I exclaimed, trying to throw Glorfindel off me in some manner of another. Even when half drunk, however, he knew how to pin someone down - me being more drunk than him helped, of course. My wriggling and squirming accomplished nothing.
OK, to be fair to myself, it did accomplish something. Just not what I wanted. Actually, if I'd stopped and thought for a moment, I probably would have realized that my wriggling and squirming would accomplish what it did. But alcohol tends to impair thought. So I was greatly surprised when, after several minutes of me wriggling, Glorfindel's head slowly rose from it's place on my shoulder, and the look on his face was NOT amused, annoyed, or even the least bit drunk.
"That is NOT the way to get me out." he said, his voice low and husky, as we locked gazes. His eyes burned into mine, and I gulped as I felt all the alcohol flee my brain, leaving me completely sober and able to realize just what was going on. After a moment, I opened my mouth to reply, but found it was too dry to say anything. Practical, stupid me then proceeded to send orders to my tongue to lick my lips. Did I mention that Glorfindel's face was a scant inch or so from mine?
Before I could really understand what was happening, Glorfindel's lips were on mine, and even once I did understand what was happening, my first response was to open my mouth to his teasing tongue and let it inside. The kiss deepened even further, and I heard myself groan slightly, something that felt quite like fire, only far more pleasant, shooting through my body. Thoroughly distracted by this new sensation, and Glorfindel's lips on mine, I barely noticed when my wrists were freed, and noticed even less that all I did with my arms newfound mobility was snake them around Glorfindel's neck.
In fact, I didn't notice much of anything besides Glorfindel and me until the rational part of my mind piped up and reminded me of this little thing called a Mary-Sue, and my self-sworn oath to stay away from book-recognizable males. Then my eyes, which I hadn't even noticed had closed, snapped open, and I instantly froze. Before I think it really registered with Glorfindel that I had stopped reacting, I pulled my arms away from his neck, brought my hands to his chest, and gave a solid shove. And just as it started registering with Glorfindel what was happening, I jumped up with a curse, and then stormed out of the room. I heard Glorfindel make to follow, calling after me in confusion, but I shut the bedroom door and shoved a chair under the door knob like they did in movies, effectively slowing Glorfindel down long enough for me to get out of sight.
There really was not, in my mind, any question of what I was going to do next. I did have enough presence of mind, however, to not want to repeat the same mistake I'd made with Kari, and I went straight to Boromir's room, reaching the door before I remembered he was unconscious from drink. With an annoyed growl, I decided to forgo telling him - it wasn't as if I was leaving the same way as before - and turned on my heal and dashed straight to the stables, completely forgoing the kitchen for provisions. I'm pretty sure I ran by a number of Elves in the hallways as I went, but I ignored them as long as they weren't a certain golden-haired Elf-lord and didn't get in my way.
I screeched to a halt in front of the stables, sending up a cloud of dust, and then dashed inside before the stable hand on duty had time to react. I had barely entered, however, when I realized that Glorfindel would probably try and follow me, and there was no way I could outrun him on Black Thunder. So I turned on my heel and headed back out of the stable, passing a still very confused stable hand on my way to the pasture.
Glancing among the horses that were, for a miracle, clustered near the fence for the night, I realized there was only one that I had a hope of getting to let me ride him.
"Asfaloth!" I called sweetly, and Glorfindel's horse trotted over. I looked around, and found a gate not to far away. I quickly went to it and opened it, Asfaloth following me with curiosity. He looked at me slightly strangely when I motioned for him to come out, but complied.
"Hey boy, I need you to do me a favour." I crooned to the horse as I shut the gate and came over to his head, stroking his nose softly. "I need you to let me ride you. Just as far as Bree, then you can come home. How about it?" Asfaloth snorted in what I assumed was assent, and, using the nearby fence to give me an extra boost in height, I got up on Asfaloth's back. I smiled, then, and I'm sure if anybody had seen it they would have referred to it as a very unpleasant smile. There was nobody around to see, however, and I didn't wait around for someone to arrive, kicking Asfaloth into a brisk trot, then a gallop, blasting by the guards of Rivendell proper and the border guards without even noticing them.
As I left, I absently noticed the irony of what I was doing. For the second time, I was leaving the Last Homely House in the dead of night on an Elvish horse with the sole intent of getting away from any and all that the peaceful Elven realm contained - the exact opposite of what just about anybody else would be doing in my place.
----To be continued...with Elrond!----
(And Shadowfax!)
-Authors Note:-
I saw the Extended Edition DVD of 'The Two Towers'. They put the Huorns in! Whee! Yes. My visiting uncle that I mentioned last chapter is now my most favouritestest uncle ever, since it was his laptop (and its DVD drive) that let me watch the extended edition. *hopskip* Boromir! Faramir looks like a girl. No, seriously - not in the way he dresses or acts or anything, but his facial shape, especially his eyes, combined with that long hair, make him look so female Legolas looks masculine in comparison. Not making me drop my nickname for Legolas of 'Nancy', though...(ask me some day if you want to know the reasoning for that one)
Only bad thing about the DVD is, though, that I got so caught up in watching it, that in the last 36 hours, I've had exactly 3 1/2 hours of sleep. *twitch* Thank god for Pepsi.
Anywho, thank-you to all my lovely reviewers. Just to let y'all know, the vote on Boromir is currently...9 to 9. I think I may just have to decide this myself...and considering how drooly I am at the moment over the Faramir-flashback-Boromir from Osgiliath (does anyone beside me find his accent irresistable? It's basically the same one he has as Sharpe, and makes me turn teeny for some reason) Boromir is likely to live. Though, for the sake of the plot, and to help the ending, I might just kill him...ah well, we'll see.
Yeah, um, all my reviewers get cookie dough. Why not cookies like I promised? Because, with my uncle and the DVD watch-age, I only had time to make the dough. The cookies come when I have a break from gift wrapping, school, and being a Santa's Elf. (I should wear my Elf ears that I got for Hallowe'en one year! Hee hee...)
Right, well, this author's note is getting long. Thank you reviewers, please review again. Thank you readers for reading even if you haven't reviewed - your reviews would most deffinately be appreciated. They help me feel special and give me something to point to when my mother asks me why I'm writing this 'crap'. *rolls eyes* Parents. Ah well, it's better than her ragging on me about other things...
I'm off to get lost on the bus system, enjoy the chapter!
~Crimson Starlight