-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: I own nothing. Not even Glorfindel at the moment...I think Rachel's laid claim to him.
Rachel: Hey, he's tied to a tree naked. Why WOULDN'T I lay claim to him?
CS: Hmm, point. But do remember he's not supposed to be enjoying it.
Rachel: *evil grin* Oh don't worry, he's not.
CS: ...my characters are so evil. *shakes head*
Rachel: We take after our creator.
CS: No, I'm just crazy, not evil.
Rachel: *shrugs* Close enough.
Morgoth: No it's not.
CS, Rachel, and the rest of the cast of TGotG: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Manwë: Bad Morgoth, back to the void! *bops Morgoth*
Morgoth: Ow! *goes back to the void that he was banished to*
CS: DAMMIT, Valar are hereby banned from my disclaimers!
Manwë: You can't do that!
CS: Watch me.
Manwë: --- ----- -- -------- -- --...
All Valar: ...!!!!!!!!!
CS: *smirk*
-38: Trapped-
-LANGUAGE WARNING: Rachel has a dirty mouth.-
In the morning, I woke when a tongue of cold air sneaked down into my blankets. My eyes snapped into focus, and I propped myself up onto one elbow and glanced around. I quickly found the source of the draft.
"GLORFINDEL! Close the fucking door!" I yelled across the hall, pissed off from being woken up when I wasn't ready, and by cold, no less. The horses, which had been sleeping, started awake at my voice. Glorfindel's head appeared in the doorway just long enough for him to roll his eyes, and then he disappeared again. Growling, I stood up, wrapped my blankets around me, and stomped over to the door, intending to close it. When I reached the outer room, however, I stopped in shock. There was a HUGE snowdrift coming in from the outside door - which had apparently come open during the night - as well as from the window. They were both completely blocked. Some disturbances in the snow showed that Glorfindel had tried to dig his way to some free air or light, but apparently he'd had no luck.
"Tell me we aren't snowed in." I groaned, absently noting that Glorfindel had made a torch somehow and stuck it in the snowbank that was spilling in from the window.
"We are snowed in." Glorfindel said, the smirk clear in his voice.
"I said don't, fudgehead." I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Also, I believe the blizzard is still going on." Glorfindel said impassively.
"You are fucking kidding me." I groaned. "This much snow and it's STILL going on?!"
"This is most likely just a drift against this side of the building, and I could just be hearing wind." Glorfindel said with a shrug of his shoulders. I paused, and in the silence, the whistling and howling of the wind - which I had pushed out of my mind last night - became audible.
"Oh just fucking great. I finally decide to go to Lothlorien and sort out all my little problems and I get hit with a FUCKING BLIZZARD!" I ranted. That was just the beginning; I went on for a good five or ten more minutes, cursing the Valar, the world, and anything else I could think of that could be responsible for this. "Probably Elrond and Galadriel messing with their bloody rings." I ended in a growl as I plunked down on the floor. Glorfindel didn't even look surprised at the fact that I knew Elrond and Galadriel had rings, and instead, just looked at me in amusement.
"I doubt it." he said. "I doubt this blizzard was intentionally started to stop you, as well. Middle-Earth does not revolve around you." I shot him an acid look.
"I know that, dickhead." I replied icily. "I don't complain about weather because I think it was sent specifically to torture me. I complain about weather because it makes me feel better when the weather gets in my way, and because it is something to vent my frustration on that cannot get offended and cause problems for me later. Though knowing my fucking luck, whichever one of those stupid Valar is in charge of the weather heard my rant and is getting ready to smite me." I ended in a grumble. There was a pause as I glared at the snowdrift in front of me, and then suddenly Glorfindel appeared in my vision and crouched down in front of me.
"Are you done?" he asked calmly.
"Maybe." I replied sulkily.
"Then shall we go have some breakfast?" Glorfindel asked. He waited until I nodded, then stood up, grabbed the torch, and went back into the main room. After he left, I stood slowly and stared at the door he had just disappeared through. I wondered, as I watched that door, how he'd known exactly what to do. My outburst, I knew, was nothing more than a byproduct of stress, worry and frustration, and really didn't mean anything. But how had Glorfindel known that, and knowing that, know that he could safely ignore the outburst? Yes, I had said it was a way to vent my frustration - but honestly? Nobody had ever picked up on that before. With a shrug, I decided that it was Elvish perception picked up after several thousand years of living, and went into the other room.
Asfaloth and Aratelpe were asleep again, and Glorfindel was, once again, setting about preparing breakfast. I plopped down onto the spot where my bedroll had been before I dragged it with me, and watched as he made breakfast.
"There really should be two exits to this building." I commented finally.
"Circumstances dictated against it." Glorfindel said shortly, and I blinked at him.
"Stop with the big words. I can't understand them before noon." I replied. Glorfindel arched an eyebrow, but made no comment, and I scowled at him. I stood, grabbed the now un-lit torch from where it rested beside the fireplace, lit it, and went back into the outer room, curtly telling Glorfindel to call me when the food was ready. In the front room, out of boredom, I walked around on top of the snow for a bit - 800 years had not dimmed my glee at being able to do that, even if I hadn't been able to do it often without the risk of giving away that I was an elf. Then I started digging upwards from the door.
I was covered in snow, with my clothes damp and frozen in different parts, before I finally found no more snow beyond my hands. I peered up the small, hand-shaped hole I'd made...and caught just a glimpse of blowing snow and darkness beyond before a mini-avalanche buried my head in snow. Cursing, I pulled back. I glared at the pile of snow that had so recently covered my head, and then stalked back into the main room.
"Blizzard's still going on." I announced as I returned and sat down by the fireplace, snuffing the torch and putting it back where I had found it.
"And it has moved inside?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Dickhead." I grumbled at him, and Glorfindel went back to dealing with breakfast. It turned out I had returned at just the right time, as breakfast was ready a few moments later, and we ate in silence. When we were done, Glorfindel disappeared into the outer room, and I snickered as he returned about half an hour later with a healthy dusting of snow. He ignored me and sat down as close to the fire as he could so his clothes would dry.
This was, I realized as I sat there staring into the fire, going to be a very boring day if Glorfindel continued to refuse to talk to me and we couldn't get out without burying ourselves in snow. I could probably find various things to amuse me - I mean, there was a huge pile of snow literally on the doorstep. I could make a whole ton of snowballs, or build a snowfort...or build a snow-Glorfindel and take extreme pleasure in whacking it to pieces. Or I could solve this little problem like I had intended to at the beginning of the trip and then have a Glorfindel to talk to and NOT have to go freeze my butt off in the snow.
There was just one problem with that, I knew, as I glanced over at Glorfindel where he sat, apparently deep in thought, drying in front of the fire. My previous attempts at getting Glorfindel to talk about anything, let alone about what was the problem, had failed miserably. I had to find a way to get him to talk about it - and as I thought about it, and remembered my thoughts from the night before, I came up with an idea. Why entice him to talk about it before talking about it? Why not just start right in on the conversation? And the topic of that conversation could be the one that would find the last piece of the puzzle...
"Glory?" I asked, still staring into the fire.
"What?"
"Was it just the wine on your part?" Silence reigned for such a long time that I wondered if he was even going to respond. I was just about to look over at him to see if he was going to answer when the answer came, so low that I barely caught it.
"No." Yep, there was the final piece of the puzzle. I felt like whacking myself over the head for not having figured it out before - but I hadn't looked closely at that night until last night, and that had only given me suspicions. Now, the question was, what to do about it? Or even better, what did I want to happen? Because before I decided what to do about it, I needed to figure out what I wanted in the end.
I glanced over at Glorfindel, deep in thought, and wondered if maybe this was just a passing fancy on his part. Just about everyone had romantic relationships of some type before they got married, even in the medieval-like society of Middle-Earth. So were his feelings serious, or passing? And did I care one way or another? I was startled to realize I did - I wanted them to be serious.
I felt like scratching my head in confusion at that revelation. Sometimes I really surprised myself, and this was one of those times. When, in the less than a month (total, since I'd arrived in Middle-Earth) that I'd known Glorfindel, had I developed this strong liking for him? Not before I'd left Rivendell the first time. I had barely thought of Glorfindel over the 800 intervening years, and then only in the same way that I'd thought of everyone else in Rivendell - slightly sadly, and curiously as I wondered what they were doing. So it was a recent thing then...
Somehow, that made it worse. I didn't believe in love at first sight, even before I came to Middle-Earth. This wasn't love, though - not yet, though in another startling flash of insight, I realized it could become that rather easily. I glanced over at Glorfindel again and frowned. This was just...confusing.
And then there was the Mary-Sue Factor.
The instant that popped into my head, I wanted to whack my head against a wall at my stupidity. For bringing it up, or for not recognizing this as a perfect Mary-Sue setting, I wasn't sure which. All I knew was that I suddenly wished that Glorfindel was just some normal guy at home, I had never come to Middle-Earth, and I didn't have to worry about such things.
There, of course, was my answer, though I didn't realize it until after I spent a few minutes fuming. In my head, and my heart, I knew that, without a doubt, if this had been earth, and Glorfindel some normal guy who I'd met there, I wouldn't have even hesitated. But this wasn't earth, and this was Glorfindel, and the only thing that truly made the two different was this Mary-Sue Factor that I insisted on believing in.
I suddenly wished I'd taken Gandalf up on his offer to take me to Valinor and have Manwë reassure me that there was no such thing as the Mary-Sue Factor.
"Rachel?" Glorfindel's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked over at him to find him looking at me thoughtfully.
"What?" I asked.
"On your part - was it just the fear of becoming a 'Mary-Sue'?" he asked. I paused. Partially to think, and partially not to burst out laughing. Somehow, the term 'Mary-Sue' just did not belong in a serious conversation...for the second time that day, I felt like banging my head against a wall again due to my thoughts.
"Yes, and that is a fucking stupid fear." I stated. Glorfindel looked at me in surprise and confusion. "Mary-Sue's are, usually, the creations of teenagers far too obsessed with celebrities that they will most likely never meet. So I have been mortally afraid, for the past 800 YEARS, of an obsessed teenager's bad-grammared creation." There was a pause, and then, lo and behold, Glorfindel chuckled.
"When you put it that way..." he mused after a few moments.
"Sounds very silly, I know." I said with a snort. "I must say, I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this is the worst. Next to dancing in the rain." I paused. "Well, that was actually kind of advantageous. At least the last time."
"So you've finally decided that coming here was a good thing?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Hell yeah. I've always wanted to come to Middle-Earth." I exclaimed, and frowned thoughtfully, "Mostly to find out if various people are ticklish." Glorfindel blinked.
"Really now." he said, and I nodded.
"Tell me, do you know if Elrond's ticklish?" I asked.
"Not that I know of." Glorfindel said, giving me a strange look.
"Drat. I've wanted to know ever since I first saw the scene in the...play about the Council." I said with disappointment, still hesitating slightly over saying 'play' instead of 'movie'.
"I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to ask him later." Glorfindel said, rolling his eyes.
"Ack, why the heck would I ASK him? That's just too odd." I said, making a face. "I'll ask Elladan or Elrohir next time I see them. Or Arwen. Or Celebrían, if it comes down to that. One of them has GOT to know." Glorfindel shook his head at me.
"You are strange." he said.
"You wouldn't have me any other way." I replied with a grin, and Glorfindel chuckled, but declined to comment otherwise.
----To be continued...with snowforts!----
(And other fun stuff!)
-Authors Note:-
Wasn't that fun? But not half as fun as what's coming up, I assure you. Warning to reviewers: watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and then listening to the soundtrack nonstop, and then drinking pepsi while browsing around the Theban Band slashart site makes for very weird moods. And dreams. Like the one I had last night, where a giant muffin ate Elrond, took over Rivendell, and improved relations with Mirkwood after making Galadriel think she was a bunny...Then there was that one (almost qualifies as a nightmare) where I friend who has moved away suddenly popped up for a visit and started correcting my grammar. *ahem* Yes. I'm going to see RotK in...an hour and a half! GO ME!
And do I even need to say thank-you to all my reviewers here? Because y'all know how much I appreciate you - a whole flipping lot. You seriously keep me going on this story during some of the hard parts. Look at the one PotC FanFic I started to write - it died a natural death after two days and 14 hand-written pages. Mind you, it was written in a strange cipher I made up, and really had no plot other than getting Jack Sparrow called 'Theodore' at some point...YES I AM INSANE.
Which reminds me. I put this FanFiction - in its entirety - into Word the other day (I write FanFiction in Notepad) and guess how long it was? *248 pages* - over 125,000 words. You know how many original stories I've written that have reached that length? NONE. O.o I'm seriously scaring myself here...
Right, I'm off now. Lunch needs to be eaten, pepsi needs to be drunk, and RotK needs to be watched...(heh, almost typed 'washed'....silly pepsi. *giggle*)
~Crimson Starlight
YES PEPSI HAS STRANGE EFFECTS ON ME.
-Disclaimer:-
CS: I own nothing. Not even Glorfindel at the moment...I think Rachel's laid claim to him.
Rachel: Hey, he's tied to a tree naked. Why WOULDN'T I lay claim to him?
CS: Hmm, point. But do remember he's not supposed to be enjoying it.
Rachel: *evil grin* Oh don't worry, he's not.
CS: ...my characters are so evil. *shakes head*
Rachel: We take after our creator.
CS: No, I'm just crazy, not evil.
Rachel: *shrugs* Close enough.
Morgoth: No it's not.
CS, Rachel, and the rest of the cast of TGotG: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Manwë: Bad Morgoth, back to the void! *bops Morgoth*
Morgoth: Ow! *goes back to the void that he was banished to*
CS: DAMMIT, Valar are hereby banned from my disclaimers!
Manwë: You can't do that!
CS: Watch me.
Manwë: --- ----- -- -------- -- --...
All Valar: ...!!!!!!!!!
CS: *smirk*
-38: Trapped-
-LANGUAGE WARNING: Rachel has a dirty mouth.-
In the morning, I woke when a tongue of cold air sneaked down into my blankets. My eyes snapped into focus, and I propped myself up onto one elbow and glanced around. I quickly found the source of the draft.
"GLORFINDEL! Close the fucking door!" I yelled across the hall, pissed off from being woken up when I wasn't ready, and by cold, no less. The horses, which had been sleeping, started awake at my voice. Glorfindel's head appeared in the doorway just long enough for him to roll his eyes, and then he disappeared again. Growling, I stood up, wrapped my blankets around me, and stomped over to the door, intending to close it. When I reached the outer room, however, I stopped in shock. There was a HUGE snowdrift coming in from the outside door - which had apparently come open during the night - as well as from the window. They were both completely blocked. Some disturbances in the snow showed that Glorfindel had tried to dig his way to some free air or light, but apparently he'd had no luck.
"Tell me we aren't snowed in." I groaned, absently noting that Glorfindel had made a torch somehow and stuck it in the snowbank that was spilling in from the window.
"We are snowed in." Glorfindel said, the smirk clear in his voice.
"I said don't, fudgehead." I retorted, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Also, I believe the blizzard is still going on." Glorfindel said impassively.
"You are fucking kidding me." I groaned. "This much snow and it's STILL going on?!"
"This is most likely just a drift against this side of the building, and I could just be hearing wind." Glorfindel said with a shrug of his shoulders. I paused, and in the silence, the whistling and howling of the wind - which I had pushed out of my mind last night - became audible.
"Oh just fucking great. I finally decide to go to Lothlorien and sort out all my little problems and I get hit with a FUCKING BLIZZARD!" I ranted. That was just the beginning; I went on for a good five or ten more minutes, cursing the Valar, the world, and anything else I could think of that could be responsible for this. "Probably Elrond and Galadriel messing with their bloody rings." I ended in a growl as I plunked down on the floor. Glorfindel didn't even look surprised at the fact that I knew Elrond and Galadriel had rings, and instead, just looked at me in amusement.
"I doubt it." he said. "I doubt this blizzard was intentionally started to stop you, as well. Middle-Earth does not revolve around you." I shot him an acid look.
"I know that, dickhead." I replied icily. "I don't complain about weather because I think it was sent specifically to torture me. I complain about weather because it makes me feel better when the weather gets in my way, and because it is something to vent my frustration on that cannot get offended and cause problems for me later. Though knowing my fucking luck, whichever one of those stupid Valar is in charge of the weather heard my rant and is getting ready to smite me." I ended in a grumble. There was a pause as I glared at the snowdrift in front of me, and then suddenly Glorfindel appeared in my vision and crouched down in front of me.
"Are you done?" he asked calmly.
"Maybe." I replied sulkily.
"Then shall we go have some breakfast?" Glorfindel asked. He waited until I nodded, then stood up, grabbed the torch, and went back into the main room. After he left, I stood slowly and stared at the door he had just disappeared through. I wondered, as I watched that door, how he'd known exactly what to do. My outburst, I knew, was nothing more than a byproduct of stress, worry and frustration, and really didn't mean anything. But how had Glorfindel known that, and knowing that, know that he could safely ignore the outburst? Yes, I had said it was a way to vent my frustration - but honestly? Nobody had ever picked up on that before. With a shrug, I decided that it was Elvish perception picked up after several thousand years of living, and went into the other room.
Asfaloth and Aratelpe were asleep again, and Glorfindel was, once again, setting about preparing breakfast. I plopped down onto the spot where my bedroll had been before I dragged it with me, and watched as he made breakfast.
"There really should be two exits to this building." I commented finally.
"Circumstances dictated against it." Glorfindel said shortly, and I blinked at him.
"Stop with the big words. I can't understand them before noon." I replied. Glorfindel arched an eyebrow, but made no comment, and I scowled at him. I stood, grabbed the now un-lit torch from where it rested beside the fireplace, lit it, and went back into the outer room, curtly telling Glorfindel to call me when the food was ready. In the front room, out of boredom, I walked around on top of the snow for a bit - 800 years had not dimmed my glee at being able to do that, even if I hadn't been able to do it often without the risk of giving away that I was an elf. Then I started digging upwards from the door.
I was covered in snow, with my clothes damp and frozen in different parts, before I finally found no more snow beyond my hands. I peered up the small, hand-shaped hole I'd made...and caught just a glimpse of blowing snow and darkness beyond before a mini-avalanche buried my head in snow. Cursing, I pulled back. I glared at the pile of snow that had so recently covered my head, and then stalked back into the main room.
"Blizzard's still going on." I announced as I returned and sat down by the fireplace, snuffing the torch and putting it back where I had found it.
"And it has moved inside?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Dickhead." I grumbled at him, and Glorfindel went back to dealing with breakfast. It turned out I had returned at just the right time, as breakfast was ready a few moments later, and we ate in silence. When we were done, Glorfindel disappeared into the outer room, and I snickered as he returned about half an hour later with a healthy dusting of snow. He ignored me and sat down as close to the fire as he could so his clothes would dry.
This was, I realized as I sat there staring into the fire, going to be a very boring day if Glorfindel continued to refuse to talk to me and we couldn't get out without burying ourselves in snow. I could probably find various things to amuse me - I mean, there was a huge pile of snow literally on the doorstep. I could make a whole ton of snowballs, or build a snowfort...or build a snow-Glorfindel and take extreme pleasure in whacking it to pieces. Or I could solve this little problem like I had intended to at the beginning of the trip and then have a Glorfindel to talk to and NOT have to go freeze my butt off in the snow.
There was just one problem with that, I knew, as I glanced over at Glorfindel where he sat, apparently deep in thought, drying in front of the fire. My previous attempts at getting Glorfindel to talk about anything, let alone about what was the problem, had failed miserably. I had to find a way to get him to talk about it - and as I thought about it, and remembered my thoughts from the night before, I came up with an idea. Why entice him to talk about it before talking about it? Why not just start right in on the conversation? And the topic of that conversation could be the one that would find the last piece of the puzzle...
"Glory?" I asked, still staring into the fire.
"What?"
"Was it just the wine on your part?" Silence reigned for such a long time that I wondered if he was even going to respond. I was just about to look over at him to see if he was going to answer when the answer came, so low that I barely caught it.
"No." Yep, there was the final piece of the puzzle. I felt like whacking myself over the head for not having figured it out before - but I hadn't looked closely at that night until last night, and that had only given me suspicions. Now, the question was, what to do about it? Or even better, what did I want to happen? Because before I decided what to do about it, I needed to figure out what I wanted in the end.
I glanced over at Glorfindel, deep in thought, and wondered if maybe this was just a passing fancy on his part. Just about everyone had romantic relationships of some type before they got married, even in the medieval-like society of Middle-Earth. So were his feelings serious, or passing? And did I care one way or another? I was startled to realize I did - I wanted them to be serious.
I felt like scratching my head in confusion at that revelation. Sometimes I really surprised myself, and this was one of those times. When, in the less than a month (total, since I'd arrived in Middle-Earth) that I'd known Glorfindel, had I developed this strong liking for him? Not before I'd left Rivendell the first time. I had barely thought of Glorfindel over the 800 intervening years, and then only in the same way that I'd thought of everyone else in Rivendell - slightly sadly, and curiously as I wondered what they were doing. So it was a recent thing then...
Somehow, that made it worse. I didn't believe in love at first sight, even before I came to Middle-Earth. This wasn't love, though - not yet, though in another startling flash of insight, I realized it could become that rather easily. I glanced over at Glorfindel again and frowned. This was just...confusing.
And then there was the Mary-Sue Factor.
The instant that popped into my head, I wanted to whack my head against a wall at my stupidity. For bringing it up, or for not recognizing this as a perfect Mary-Sue setting, I wasn't sure which. All I knew was that I suddenly wished that Glorfindel was just some normal guy at home, I had never come to Middle-Earth, and I didn't have to worry about such things.
There, of course, was my answer, though I didn't realize it until after I spent a few minutes fuming. In my head, and my heart, I knew that, without a doubt, if this had been earth, and Glorfindel some normal guy who I'd met there, I wouldn't have even hesitated. But this wasn't earth, and this was Glorfindel, and the only thing that truly made the two different was this Mary-Sue Factor that I insisted on believing in.
I suddenly wished I'd taken Gandalf up on his offer to take me to Valinor and have Manwë reassure me that there was no such thing as the Mary-Sue Factor.
"Rachel?" Glorfindel's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked over at him to find him looking at me thoughtfully.
"What?" I asked.
"On your part - was it just the fear of becoming a 'Mary-Sue'?" he asked. I paused. Partially to think, and partially not to burst out laughing. Somehow, the term 'Mary-Sue' just did not belong in a serious conversation...for the second time that day, I felt like banging my head against a wall again due to my thoughts.
"Yes, and that is a fucking stupid fear." I stated. Glorfindel looked at me in surprise and confusion. "Mary-Sue's are, usually, the creations of teenagers far too obsessed with celebrities that they will most likely never meet. So I have been mortally afraid, for the past 800 YEARS, of an obsessed teenager's bad-grammared creation." There was a pause, and then, lo and behold, Glorfindel chuckled.
"When you put it that way..." he mused after a few moments.
"Sounds very silly, I know." I said with a snort. "I must say, I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this is the worst. Next to dancing in the rain." I paused. "Well, that was actually kind of advantageous. At least the last time."
"So you've finally decided that coming here was a good thing?" Glorfindel asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Hell yeah. I've always wanted to come to Middle-Earth." I exclaimed, and frowned thoughtfully, "Mostly to find out if various people are ticklish." Glorfindel blinked.
"Really now." he said, and I nodded.
"Tell me, do you know if Elrond's ticklish?" I asked.
"Not that I know of." Glorfindel said, giving me a strange look.
"Drat. I've wanted to know ever since I first saw the scene in the...play about the Council." I said with disappointment, still hesitating slightly over saying 'play' instead of 'movie'.
"I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to ask him later." Glorfindel said, rolling his eyes.
"Ack, why the heck would I ASK him? That's just too odd." I said, making a face. "I'll ask Elladan or Elrohir next time I see them. Or Arwen. Or Celebrían, if it comes down to that. One of them has GOT to know." Glorfindel shook his head at me.
"You are strange." he said.
"You wouldn't have me any other way." I replied with a grin, and Glorfindel chuckled, but declined to comment otherwise.
----To be continued...with snowforts!----
(And other fun stuff!)
-Authors Note:-
Wasn't that fun? But not half as fun as what's coming up, I assure you. Warning to reviewers: watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and then listening to the soundtrack nonstop, and then drinking pepsi while browsing around the Theban Band slashart site makes for very weird moods. And dreams. Like the one I had last night, where a giant muffin ate Elrond, took over Rivendell, and improved relations with Mirkwood after making Galadriel think she was a bunny...Then there was that one (almost qualifies as a nightmare) where I friend who has moved away suddenly popped up for a visit and started correcting my grammar. *ahem* Yes. I'm going to see RotK in...an hour and a half! GO ME!
And do I even need to say thank-you to all my reviewers here? Because y'all know how much I appreciate you - a whole flipping lot. You seriously keep me going on this story during some of the hard parts. Look at the one PotC FanFic I started to write - it died a natural death after two days and 14 hand-written pages. Mind you, it was written in a strange cipher I made up, and really had no plot other than getting Jack Sparrow called 'Theodore' at some point...YES I AM INSANE.
Which reminds me. I put this FanFiction - in its entirety - into Word the other day (I write FanFiction in Notepad) and guess how long it was? *248 pages* - over 125,000 words. You know how many original stories I've written that have reached that length? NONE. O.o I'm seriously scaring myself here...
Right, I'm off now. Lunch needs to be eaten, pepsi needs to be drunk, and RotK needs to be watched...(heh, almost typed 'washed'....silly pepsi. *giggle*)
~Crimson Starlight
YES PEPSI HAS STRANGE EFFECTS ON ME.