-THE GAMES OF THE GODS-
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Pardonnez mon être étrange. Caminé en una pared ayer por la mañana.
Glorfindel: ... *looks at Rachel*
Rachel: Don't ask me! My internal translator only does Middle-Earth languages! That was...French and Spanish? Neither of which I know, let alone did I know CS knew, until now.
CS: Non li conosco.
Rachel: ...
Kari: I think that was Italian...
CS: Ich besitze nicht nichts.
Rachel: Er...German, I think?
Kari: Yep. I think that was the disclaimer, actually...
Rachel: You speak German?
Kari: L'il bit.
CS: Nenhum você não , você coelho roxo estranho! Ma suppongo se lo arresta dalla citazione, voi posso...
Glorfindel: Um, shall I just say, in case she didn't, that she doesn't own anything?
Rachel: Not even her mind anymore, as far as we can tell!
CS: Ich, sie fliegenaffe! ¡Haré que usted es enfermo para ese insulto! Vous êtes un caractère si irrespectueux!
Rachel: ...Did I just get reamed out?
Kari: Yep, sounds like it.
Rachel: Great...Now if only I knew what she said...
-51: Vacation-
The next day I woke to see a book floating above my head. I blinked, and it took me a few moments to realize that the book was actually being held by Glorfindel, who was sitting up reading, and my head was in his lap. I smiled, then yawned and stretched, wrapping one arm up around Glorfindel's waist and using the other to take the book from his hands.
"What time is it?" I asked after a nice good-morning kiss.
"Morning." Glorfindel replied with a smile.
"Funny." I said with a withering look. "Closer to breakfast or lunch?"
"Breakfast." Glorfindel answered. "Which there is some of on the bedside table, along with a change of clothes." I noticed now that my clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and that Glorfindel had changed into a very comfortable-looking pair of loose breeches, and an equally loose tunic.
"How long have you been up?" I asked, making a face.
"Since dawn." Glorfindel replied, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"Ugh, right, you like the mornings." I said, then unwrapped my arm from around Glorfindel's waist, rolled onto my side, and pushed myself into an upright position. Glancing at the bedside table, I found that there was indeed a change of clothes there, along with a tray containing some very yummy looking food. I grabbed the clothes and disappeared into Glorfindel's bathing room, where I changed quickly.
Glorfindel, it appeared, had comfort in mind today, as he had snagged one of my most comfortable dresses. As I left the bathing room, I wondered how he had known it was a comfortable dress, and was reminded of a movie I had seen once, back home, called 'The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Dessert'. Suffice it to say that Hugo Weaving played a drag queen in it, and you'll get why I was chuckling to myself with a mental image of Glorfindel trying on some of my dresses.
I dumped my dirty clothes on the floor by the door, then went back to the bed - where Glorfindel was once again reading, so absorbed he'd not even heard me chuckling - and ate breakfast. After wards, I peered over Glorfindel's shoulder to see what he was reading. Upon discovering it was the history Elrond had written for him, and he was near the spot where I had stopped reading yesterday, I pulled the book out of his hands long enough to sit in his lap, and so we sat there reading together. I'm sure if anyone had seen us they would have either given us a strange look or burst out laughing, but hey. Since Glorfindel was a fair sight taller than me, it was easier than me reading over his shoulder.
And, as it turned out, I was only a slightly faster reader than Glorfindel, so there were no little squabbles over turning the page too fast or too slow. Well, there was that page that Glorfindel had apparently read before and turned too quickly for me. I meeped and turned it back, and Glorfindel chuckled. Then he spent the entire time I was reading the page kissing, nuzzling, licking, and otherwise molesting my neck and lower jaw, making it impossible for me to concentrate.
"You're evil." I complained when I finally finished the page and realized I couldn't remember a thing of what I'd just read.
"Not my fault." Glorfindel mumbled against my neck.
"So I suppose my neck just stuck itself in the way of your mouth and asked you to molest it?" I asked Glorfindel with amusement.
"Of course." Glorfindel said, and planted a big kiss on my cheek before turning his attention back to the book. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading. We ended out stopping reading around noon, and after a very pleasant little makeout session, we went in search of lunch. I was amused, and flattered, when, while we were on our way to the kitchens, we ran into some Lothlórien elf who mentioned a meeting Glorfindel might want to attend, and Glorfindel promptly announced that he was busy for the entire day. The elf looked quite surprised, and in the stunned silence, Glorfindel bid the elf a barely polite good-day before neatly stepping around him and continuing on down to the kitchens, me close behind.
"Busy for the entire day, hm?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at Glorfindel as we entered the kitchens.
"I believe you were in the middle of sword lessons when we left Rivendell?" Glorfindel shot back blandly, and then went in search of food. We took the lunch back up to Glorfindel's flet, where we had a very leisurely lunch, and then I scampered off to my flet and got changed into trousers and a tunic so Glorfindel could show me exactly how horrible I was at fighting with a sword.
Which was, predictably, really REALLY bad. There was never a point where I even came CLOSE to 'wounding' him. And I didn't need to hear the whispered, amused comments of the others around the ring to know that Glorfindel was holding back. Haldir showed up at one point, and somehow managed to finagle me into sparring him. I pulled another stunt like that day I fought Elladan to a draw and invented (or rather, used without knowing that they already existed) a ton of moves while I was fighting Haldir, but Haldir, apparently, is better than Elladan - or I wasn't as good as I had been then - and I eventually found myself staring at the tip of Haldir's sword.
"Hmm..." I said thoughtfully while I looked at the sword in my face, trying to think of a name. "Oh, I know! I dub thee Fernando!" Haldir gave me a weird look. "Oh, and I yield." Haldir removed Fernando from my face, and I jumped up before going to fetch my sword.
"Fernando?" Haldir asked in clear confusion.
"The tip of your sword." Glorfindel explained dryly. "She names them all." Haldir gave me another weird look as I sheathed my sword and came back over to where he and Glorfindel were standing.
"Yes, I'm insane." I told Haldir before he could ask. "And no, I don't mind a bit."
"I figured that out last night." Haldir said dryly, and we all looked at each other in amusement. "Why did you throw Celeborn in the river, anyways?" Haldir asked Glorfindel after a moment, and I turned my own curious glance in Glorfindel's direction, as I had been wondering the same thing myself.
"Kari commented that Celeborn was technically part of Elrond's family, and that I wouldn't dare throw HIM in the river." Glorfindel said with a shrug.
"And so it turned out to truly be an attempt to prove Kari wrong." I said with a small smile.
"Well, she called me boring." Glorfindel said as if that excused it all, and Haldir and I looked at each other, knowing without even saying anything that we were thinking the same thing.
"Ladies first." Haldir said after a moment.
"Oh no, your rank gives you precedence." I replied.
"Ah, but your friendship with the Lady Alkarisil, wife of the grandson of my liege lord and lady, and your...relationship with the gentleman in question, gives you a much stronger claim." Haldir protested. Glorfindel was now looking between Haldir and me in utter confusion.
"I believe, however, that we are currently in your liege lord and ladies realm, and therefore within the sphere of your command in your position as Marchwarden. You clearly have the superior claim." I insisted.
"Oh no, I would not dream of stepping on your toes. For I do know you so wish to be first." Haldir replied seriously. That proved to be my undoing, and I burst into laughter, both at the absurdity of Haldir and my's argument, and Glorfindel's remark. Haldir was quick to follow me into laughter, and soon we both hand a hand on the others shoulders, endeavoring to keep upright, as we laughed. Glorfindel, when I managed to catch a look of him through my quickly watering eyes, was looking at us in a mix of amusement and creeped-outedness.
"All better?" Glorfindel asked with an arched eyebrow when Haldir and I finally finished laughing. I glanced at Haldir, gave a little giggle, then looked back at Glorfindel and nodded. "Good. Now would you care to enlighten me as to what you were laughing about?" Glorfindel asked, crossing his arms and looking down at us with his best Elf-lord lord.
"Hm, well..." I paused thoughtfully, and Haldir decided to take the lead.
"Shall we just say that we found - then and now - the thought of someone with your -" Haldir paused, and I took over.
"Accomplishments and age dumping someone in a river for merely calling him boring -" Haldir and I looked at each other.
"Utterly hilarious." we finished in unison. Glorfindel blinked, and looked between us in surprise.
"Y'know, you do that unison thing quite nicely. Shame you don't have a twin." I commented to Haldir. He made as if to give a joking bow, but stopped at my next words. "Even an identical one would probably have better manners, at any rate, if not better looks."
"It would be hard to get much worse than you." Haldir retorted, and Glorfindel sighed. Momentary truce to laugh at Glorfindel's expense: officially over.
"Well I got it all from you." I said smoothly.
"I had nothing to do with your lineage, no matter what you may protest, so stop involving me in your poor genetics." Haldir scolded, waggling a finger at me.
"While this is less worrying than having you two as allies, would you PLEASE stop with this nonsense?" Glorfindel asked with a sigh.
"I would gladly, but you more than anyone should know of the Naugrim blood in her veins that makes her so stubborn." Haldir said, looking down his nose at me haughtily. I vaguely noticed that sudden silence emanated from all around us, and a quick glance showed that all who had been near had apparently stopped in their tracks and were listening very intently while trying not to show it. I decided to pursue the old jibe in the hopes of, if not making them realize it was a jest, then at least doing the same damage to Haldir's reputation as he was doing to mine.
"Yes, and I believe we've already covered that it's your fault it's there in the first place." I returned.
"Did we not just go over leaving me out of your poor lineage?" Haldir asked.
"Perhaps, but I seem to have inherited a poor memory, as well. Maybe I got it from you?" I paused for a moment as if in thought, but not long enough for Haldir to reply. "Actually, that would make sense, combined with your protestations that you were not involved with my poor genetics. With a faulty memory, you might honestly not remember what unspeakable acts you got up to the last time you were within range of a Naugrim female."
"Do you REALLY want to make me make you stop this?" Glorfindel asked blandly.
"Whatever you may do, Lord Glorfindel, I doubt very much it will hold back the Lady Asira. She seems to have very little respect for authority." Haldir replied promptly.
"Must you always have the first word after Glory speaks?" I asked Haldir, my annoyance somewhat genuine, since Haldir's speaking first prevented me from defending myself against Glorfindel. "Perhaps you are trying to earn his favour? Tell me, my dear Marchwarden," I said, my voice suddenly sweet and sugary as a thought occurred to me, "Could you possibly have romantic designs on our dear Balrog-slayer?" Haldir looked at me, his eyes widening, as that sunk in.
"Enough of this." Glorfindel said, and this time his annoyance was real. Haldir and I turned innocent faces to him. "Continue this trade of insults if you will, but leave me out of it, and refrain from doing it on the one day I have managed to finagle free of my duties for the past several years." Haldir and I looked at each other, and we grinned. Then we turned back to Glorfindel, smoothing our grins as we did so.
"Very well, Lord Glorfindel." we said with a shrug, all in perfect unison. Glorfindel glanced between us in a mixture of annoyance and amazement.
"It's because we think too much alike." I 'whispered' conspiratorially to Glorfindel, leaning towards him. He just shook his head.
"I am not saying anything further on this matter." he said.
"Which goes to show that you do earn wisdom with age." I said with amusement, then glanced back at Haldir and smiled sweetly. "At least in some cases."
"I WILL shut you up, Rachel." Glorfindel growled in my ear, low enough that I doubt even Haldir could discern what had been said.
"Well, in that case..." I said, arching an eyebrow at Glorfindel. I turned to Haldir, opened my mouth to say something, and abruptly found myself slung over Glorfindel's shoulder.
"Farewell, Marchwarden!" Glorfindel said cheerily, and marched off in the opposite direction, to much laughter from the surrounding Elves - and Haldir. I growled.
"No fair." I said.
"Oh, quite fair." Glorfindel said blandly.
"That was not how I was expecting you to shut me up. You intentionally let me think the wrong thing." I retorted.
"Notice you are still talking?" Glorfindel said patiently. "Therefore I have not shut you up yet. I was merely -" At this point, I was removed from Glorfindel shoulder and set on my feet again, "Moving you to a more...appropriate spot?" Any protests I might have to that were stopped as he then proceeded to shut me up quite effectively. Whatever complaints Kari had about Glorfindel being old, I decided with my last coherent thought, were completely squashed by the advantages of what all those years gave to him in the form of wisdom and knowledge - in many, many different areas.
----To be continued...with Creepy Lady!----
(And Mr. Sun!)
-Authors Note:-
*cough* Uh, some of you are probably wondering what I said in the disclaimer...if you are, Babel Fish is your friend. It's all French, German, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese, so it shouldn't be too hard to translate. The gist of it, however is -
I walked into a wall yesterday morning.
So, as I said, pardonnez mon être étrange, please...
...
My knee hurts. Damn wall.
My reviewers, you rock. As in the sense that you are cool and I am thankful that you review, not in the sense that you are a hard object that someone could walk into and hurt their head and/or knee and proceed to write in languages they only 'know' because they have access to Babel Fish.
Bye until Sunday!
~Crimson Starlight
-Disclaimer:-
CS: Pardonnez mon être étrange. Caminé en una pared ayer por la mañana.
Glorfindel: ... *looks at Rachel*
Rachel: Don't ask me! My internal translator only does Middle-Earth languages! That was...French and Spanish? Neither of which I know, let alone did I know CS knew, until now.
CS: Non li conosco.
Rachel: ...
Kari: I think that was Italian...
CS: Ich besitze nicht nichts.
Rachel: Er...German, I think?
Kari: Yep. I think that was the disclaimer, actually...
Rachel: You speak German?
Kari: L'il bit.
CS: Nenhum você não , você coelho roxo estranho! Ma suppongo se lo arresta dalla citazione, voi posso...
Glorfindel: Um, shall I just say, in case she didn't, that she doesn't own anything?
Rachel: Not even her mind anymore, as far as we can tell!
CS: Ich, sie fliegenaffe! ¡Haré que usted es enfermo para ese insulto! Vous êtes un caractère si irrespectueux!
Rachel: ...Did I just get reamed out?
Kari: Yep, sounds like it.
Rachel: Great...Now if only I knew what she said...
-51: Vacation-
The next day I woke to see a book floating above my head. I blinked, and it took me a few moments to realize that the book was actually being held by Glorfindel, who was sitting up reading, and my head was in his lap. I smiled, then yawned and stretched, wrapping one arm up around Glorfindel's waist and using the other to take the book from his hands.
"What time is it?" I asked after a nice good-morning kiss.
"Morning." Glorfindel replied with a smile.
"Funny." I said with a withering look. "Closer to breakfast or lunch?"
"Breakfast." Glorfindel answered. "Which there is some of on the bedside table, along with a change of clothes." I noticed now that my clothes were dirty and wrinkled, and that Glorfindel had changed into a very comfortable-looking pair of loose breeches, and an equally loose tunic.
"How long have you been up?" I asked, making a face.
"Since dawn." Glorfindel replied, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"Ugh, right, you like the mornings." I said, then unwrapped my arm from around Glorfindel's waist, rolled onto my side, and pushed myself into an upright position. Glancing at the bedside table, I found that there was indeed a change of clothes there, along with a tray containing some very yummy looking food. I grabbed the clothes and disappeared into Glorfindel's bathing room, where I changed quickly.
Glorfindel, it appeared, had comfort in mind today, as he had snagged one of my most comfortable dresses. As I left the bathing room, I wondered how he had known it was a comfortable dress, and was reminded of a movie I had seen once, back home, called 'The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Dessert'. Suffice it to say that Hugo Weaving played a drag queen in it, and you'll get why I was chuckling to myself with a mental image of Glorfindel trying on some of my dresses.
I dumped my dirty clothes on the floor by the door, then went back to the bed - where Glorfindel was once again reading, so absorbed he'd not even heard me chuckling - and ate breakfast. After wards, I peered over Glorfindel's shoulder to see what he was reading. Upon discovering it was the history Elrond had written for him, and he was near the spot where I had stopped reading yesterday, I pulled the book out of his hands long enough to sit in his lap, and so we sat there reading together. I'm sure if anyone had seen us they would have either given us a strange look or burst out laughing, but hey. Since Glorfindel was a fair sight taller than me, it was easier than me reading over his shoulder.
And, as it turned out, I was only a slightly faster reader than Glorfindel, so there were no little squabbles over turning the page too fast or too slow. Well, there was that page that Glorfindel had apparently read before and turned too quickly for me. I meeped and turned it back, and Glorfindel chuckled. Then he spent the entire time I was reading the page kissing, nuzzling, licking, and otherwise molesting my neck and lower jaw, making it impossible for me to concentrate.
"You're evil." I complained when I finally finished the page and realized I couldn't remember a thing of what I'd just read.
"Not my fault." Glorfindel mumbled against my neck.
"So I suppose my neck just stuck itself in the way of your mouth and asked you to molest it?" I asked Glorfindel with amusement.
"Of course." Glorfindel said, and planted a big kiss on my cheek before turning his attention back to the book. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading. We ended out stopping reading around noon, and after a very pleasant little makeout session, we went in search of lunch. I was amused, and flattered, when, while we were on our way to the kitchens, we ran into some Lothlórien elf who mentioned a meeting Glorfindel might want to attend, and Glorfindel promptly announced that he was busy for the entire day. The elf looked quite surprised, and in the stunned silence, Glorfindel bid the elf a barely polite good-day before neatly stepping around him and continuing on down to the kitchens, me close behind.
"Busy for the entire day, hm?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at Glorfindel as we entered the kitchens.
"I believe you were in the middle of sword lessons when we left Rivendell?" Glorfindel shot back blandly, and then went in search of food. We took the lunch back up to Glorfindel's flet, where we had a very leisurely lunch, and then I scampered off to my flet and got changed into trousers and a tunic so Glorfindel could show me exactly how horrible I was at fighting with a sword.
Which was, predictably, really REALLY bad. There was never a point where I even came CLOSE to 'wounding' him. And I didn't need to hear the whispered, amused comments of the others around the ring to know that Glorfindel was holding back. Haldir showed up at one point, and somehow managed to finagle me into sparring him. I pulled another stunt like that day I fought Elladan to a draw and invented (or rather, used without knowing that they already existed) a ton of moves while I was fighting Haldir, but Haldir, apparently, is better than Elladan - or I wasn't as good as I had been then - and I eventually found myself staring at the tip of Haldir's sword.
"Hmm..." I said thoughtfully while I looked at the sword in my face, trying to think of a name. "Oh, I know! I dub thee Fernando!" Haldir gave me a weird look. "Oh, and I yield." Haldir removed Fernando from my face, and I jumped up before going to fetch my sword.
"Fernando?" Haldir asked in clear confusion.
"The tip of your sword." Glorfindel explained dryly. "She names them all." Haldir gave me another weird look as I sheathed my sword and came back over to where he and Glorfindel were standing.
"Yes, I'm insane." I told Haldir before he could ask. "And no, I don't mind a bit."
"I figured that out last night." Haldir said dryly, and we all looked at each other in amusement. "Why did you throw Celeborn in the river, anyways?" Haldir asked Glorfindel after a moment, and I turned my own curious glance in Glorfindel's direction, as I had been wondering the same thing myself.
"Kari commented that Celeborn was technically part of Elrond's family, and that I wouldn't dare throw HIM in the river." Glorfindel said with a shrug.
"And so it turned out to truly be an attempt to prove Kari wrong." I said with a small smile.
"Well, she called me boring." Glorfindel said as if that excused it all, and Haldir and I looked at each other, knowing without even saying anything that we were thinking the same thing.
"Ladies first." Haldir said after a moment.
"Oh no, your rank gives you precedence." I replied.
"Ah, but your friendship with the Lady Alkarisil, wife of the grandson of my liege lord and lady, and your...relationship with the gentleman in question, gives you a much stronger claim." Haldir protested. Glorfindel was now looking between Haldir and me in utter confusion.
"I believe, however, that we are currently in your liege lord and ladies realm, and therefore within the sphere of your command in your position as Marchwarden. You clearly have the superior claim." I insisted.
"Oh no, I would not dream of stepping on your toes. For I do know you so wish to be first." Haldir replied seriously. That proved to be my undoing, and I burst into laughter, both at the absurdity of Haldir and my's argument, and Glorfindel's remark. Haldir was quick to follow me into laughter, and soon we both hand a hand on the others shoulders, endeavoring to keep upright, as we laughed. Glorfindel, when I managed to catch a look of him through my quickly watering eyes, was looking at us in a mix of amusement and creeped-outedness.
"All better?" Glorfindel asked with an arched eyebrow when Haldir and I finally finished laughing. I glanced at Haldir, gave a little giggle, then looked back at Glorfindel and nodded. "Good. Now would you care to enlighten me as to what you were laughing about?" Glorfindel asked, crossing his arms and looking down at us with his best Elf-lord lord.
"Hm, well..." I paused thoughtfully, and Haldir decided to take the lead.
"Shall we just say that we found - then and now - the thought of someone with your -" Haldir paused, and I took over.
"Accomplishments and age dumping someone in a river for merely calling him boring -" Haldir and I looked at each other.
"Utterly hilarious." we finished in unison. Glorfindel blinked, and looked between us in surprise.
"Y'know, you do that unison thing quite nicely. Shame you don't have a twin." I commented to Haldir. He made as if to give a joking bow, but stopped at my next words. "Even an identical one would probably have better manners, at any rate, if not better looks."
"It would be hard to get much worse than you." Haldir retorted, and Glorfindel sighed. Momentary truce to laugh at Glorfindel's expense: officially over.
"Well I got it all from you." I said smoothly.
"I had nothing to do with your lineage, no matter what you may protest, so stop involving me in your poor genetics." Haldir scolded, waggling a finger at me.
"While this is less worrying than having you two as allies, would you PLEASE stop with this nonsense?" Glorfindel asked with a sigh.
"I would gladly, but you more than anyone should know of the Naugrim blood in her veins that makes her so stubborn." Haldir said, looking down his nose at me haughtily. I vaguely noticed that sudden silence emanated from all around us, and a quick glance showed that all who had been near had apparently stopped in their tracks and were listening very intently while trying not to show it. I decided to pursue the old jibe in the hopes of, if not making them realize it was a jest, then at least doing the same damage to Haldir's reputation as he was doing to mine.
"Yes, and I believe we've already covered that it's your fault it's there in the first place." I returned.
"Did we not just go over leaving me out of your poor lineage?" Haldir asked.
"Perhaps, but I seem to have inherited a poor memory, as well. Maybe I got it from you?" I paused for a moment as if in thought, but not long enough for Haldir to reply. "Actually, that would make sense, combined with your protestations that you were not involved with my poor genetics. With a faulty memory, you might honestly not remember what unspeakable acts you got up to the last time you were within range of a Naugrim female."
"Do you REALLY want to make me make you stop this?" Glorfindel asked blandly.
"Whatever you may do, Lord Glorfindel, I doubt very much it will hold back the Lady Asira. She seems to have very little respect for authority." Haldir replied promptly.
"Must you always have the first word after Glory speaks?" I asked Haldir, my annoyance somewhat genuine, since Haldir's speaking first prevented me from defending myself against Glorfindel. "Perhaps you are trying to earn his favour? Tell me, my dear Marchwarden," I said, my voice suddenly sweet and sugary as a thought occurred to me, "Could you possibly have romantic designs on our dear Balrog-slayer?" Haldir looked at me, his eyes widening, as that sunk in.
"Enough of this." Glorfindel said, and this time his annoyance was real. Haldir and I turned innocent faces to him. "Continue this trade of insults if you will, but leave me out of it, and refrain from doing it on the one day I have managed to finagle free of my duties for the past several years." Haldir and I looked at each other, and we grinned. Then we turned back to Glorfindel, smoothing our grins as we did so.
"Very well, Lord Glorfindel." we said with a shrug, all in perfect unison. Glorfindel glanced between us in a mixture of annoyance and amazement.
"It's because we think too much alike." I 'whispered' conspiratorially to Glorfindel, leaning towards him. He just shook his head.
"I am not saying anything further on this matter." he said.
"Which goes to show that you do earn wisdom with age." I said with amusement, then glanced back at Haldir and smiled sweetly. "At least in some cases."
"I WILL shut you up, Rachel." Glorfindel growled in my ear, low enough that I doubt even Haldir could discern what had been said.
"Well, in that case..." I said, arching an eyebrow at Glorfindel. I turned to Haldir, opened my mouth to say something, and abruptly found myself slung over Glorfindel's shoulder.
"Farewell, Marchwarden!" Glorfindel said cheerily, and marched off in the opposite direction, to much laughter from the surrounding Elves - and Haldir. I growled.
"No fair." I said.
"Oh, quite fair." Glorfindel said blandly.
"That was not how I was expecting you to shut me up. You intentionally let me think the wrong thing." I retorted.
"Notice you are still talking?" Glorfindel said patiently. "Therefore I have not shut you up yet. I was merely -" At this point, I was removed from Glorfindel shoulder and set on my feet again, "Moving you to a more...appropriate spot?" Any protests I might have to that were stopped as he then proceeded to shut me up quite effectively. Whatever complaints Kari had about Glorfindel being old, I decided with my last coherent thought, were completely squashed by the advantages of what all those years gave to him in the form of wisdom and knowledge - in many, many different areas.
----To be continued...with Creepy Lady!----
(And Mr. Sun!)
-Authors Note:-
*cough* Uh, some of you are probably wondering what I said in the disclaimer...if you are, Babel Fish is your friend. It's all French, German, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese, so it shouldn't be too hard to translate. The gist of it, however is -
I walked into a wall yesterday morning.
So, as I said, pardonnez mon être étrange, please...
...
My knee hurts. Damn wall.
My reviewers, you rock. As in the sense that you are cool and I am thankful that you review, not in the sense that you are a hard object that someone could walk into and hurt their head and/or knee and proceed to write in languages they only 'know' because they have access to Babel Fish.
Bye until Sunday!
~Crimson Starlight