AHAH!!! For I have updated, and all of you must bow before me. I guess my
Y. Bakura Bishie has decided to stay along and say my disclaimers. Not like
I'm angry, or anything...
Y. Bakura: ^-^
Disclaimer, dearest?
Y. Bakura: Ariana does not even remotely own any bit of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, or the characters, except for Ariana. Laurel belongs to Laura, aka Legolas Stalker (nice name) Lauren belongs to (What [is] her screen name?) and Crystyna belongs to Crystyna (Love the spelling).
Isn't he sweet?
Y. Bakura: *Twitches*
Oh YEAH. The whole 'taking over the world and taking the Pharaoh's powers for yourself' thing. Yep.
Y. Bakura: *Grumbles*
ON TO THE FIC!
Y. Bakura: Yay.
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ARIANA POV
Being dragged along a rather long corridor usually got me angry, but if I get to hold hands with a really and exceptionally hot elf, I ain't complainin. Except for the impending doom of Mirkwood being overrun by gigantic spiders, I think this trip's going to be ok. Besides the fact poor Laurel's been poisoned twice...
But she'll be happy to know that Elladan didn't put her down until they reached the medic-room-place. Well, Elladan kinda refused point blank to even let anyone else touch her until they had to undress her and stuff. Then I had to drag him out. Perverted elven kind...
Anyway, now I was in her room, painfully reminded of the time I had gotten shot in the stomach. How long has it been since we got here? A week? As I counted the days, it all amounted to nearly a month. We have really been here for that long? Wow. I was expecting less.
Striding through the halls, I wondered as I wandered. What would we do to get home? How would we go? Would we want to go. Would we leave? COULD we leave? Before I knew it, I had automatically walked straight into the door that led into the room with Laurel. But I heard laughing...
Opening the door, I saw Laurel being entertained by two wrestling brunette elves. I stopped in the doorway, and saw Legolas there too. But I don't think Elladan and Elrohir noticed I came in. Hey! Younger Aragorn was talking to Lauren, and Crystyna was staring at Legolas. Everything looked normal...I rushed forward, and hopped onto Laurel's lap. "Heya, flowery person. How are ya?"
She blinked. "I'm ok, fine and dandy, but can you get off my lap?"
Shrugging, I hopped off. "Surely, your hurt highness."
Then I gave her the look that said 'we have to tell them now before they run away.' And she gave me the look that said 'do we have to?' and I gave her the look that said 'if we didn't something bad would happen!' And so she gave me a look that said 'okeeday.'
I cleared my throat, and a perfect sound rang out through the room. Everyone stopped. And STARED. And I mean STARED. Elladan was biting Elrohir, and Elrohir was pulling Elladan's arm behind his back. Legolas and Crystyna had frozen, staring at me, and Lauren and Aragorn had done the same. Only Laurel was moving. "Er...ok. All of us girls have something to tell you. But this MUST be kept a secret, got it?"
Everyone nodded. Ok, this was getting freaky... "We're going to sit on the bed and explain. Ugh, Elladan, can you get Elrohir's wrist OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?!" He did so. "Thank ye."
All us girls congregated to the bed. "Ok," said Crystyna. "We're Mary-Sues. We are perfect beings sent to your world to mess up a story-line and force canon characters to fall in love with them."
Lauren nodded. "That's basically it. So if you are in any way attracted to us, it's because of the Mary-Sue-ness, and not because of us. So resist any urges to recite love poetry, etc."
Laurel then spoke up. "I know this may not make sense, but we're not supposed to be here. We're meddling with your time flow, or summat, and we don't want to be. We want to go home, I guess, because we're messing with your world, and we're not supposed to be here. Hey, I just said that..."
But with a very bright flash of light, we weren't exactly in Mirkwood anymore. We were, in fact, in a white void, spinning...spinning...oh. Sorry. Trance 'll do that to ya. Where was I? Oh yes. We were spinning, and then there was this big voice. (Think Treebeard, if anything.) "YOU ALMOST GAVE IT AWAY."
Eh?
"I'M SORRY. I'LL INTRODUCE MYSELF. I AM THE PERSON IN CHARGE OF SENDING RANDOM GIRLS INTO DIFFERENT DIMMENSIONS. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE HAD TO RE-CREATE A DIMENSION FOR A DIFFERENT GIRL? AT LEAST 1,000. IT'S NOT FUNNY, EITHER. BUT. GODS CAN MAKE MISTAKES. AS I HAVE DONE WITH YOU."
Lauren looked confused. "You mean, you're not a cheese god?"
If only I could have seen his face. "NOOO...BUT, AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE. YOU WERE ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO MIDDLE-EARTH INSTEAD OF THESE THREE WOMEN." Here, behind him, an older version of Laurel, and three other women stood glancing about in confuzzlement.
I gasped. "It's Avar, Eodriel, and Lomi! They're from my other fic! Mythical Adventures!"
"YES. AND YOU, THE AUTHOR, HAVE BEEN ACCIDENTALLY SENT IN PLACE OF THEM."
O-o
"BUT LAURA, YOU HAVE TO GO HOME AND UPDATE. YOU TOO, CRYSTYNA. AND YOU LAUREN. AND YOU MOST OF ALL, ARIANA. I'M SURPRISED YOU HAVEN'T BEEN FLAMED YET FOR PROCRASTINATION."
Eheh...sorry?
Laura disappeared in a flash of REALLY bright light. Then Lauren, then Crystyna.
Then me!
And I appeared in front of my computer which had a message on it saying, "THE FIC YOU JUST FINISHED IS GOING TO BE TOO SHORT. BUT DON'T WORRY. I'LL MAKE SOME MORE MISTAKES SOON."
Yay! I hope we get to see ze William next!
Wheee!!! ^-^
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AHAH. This is over. BUT there will be many sequels and stuff like that. Don't worry, I'm ready. And I'm sorry this took so long. I was SO behind on homework I was going to murder myself. But then it would be considered suicide, so I decided against it.
Y. Bakura: I could have done it...
No way. Anyways. Flames will be used to power Yami Bakura's flamethrower which we will use to destroy Lizzie and rule the world! MUAHAHAH!
Y. Bakura: I like her. *Evil grin* *Takes out large flamethrower* Damnit, low on ammunition...FLAME PEOPLE, FLAME!! I NEED TO HELP MURDER LIZZIBITCH!!
Yeah!
Hee!
Reverse psychology.
Icing :P
PeeEss: Does Lauren have an e-mail?
Hmmm?
Y. Bakura: ^-^
Disclaimer, dearest?
Y. Bakura: Ariana does not even remotely own any bit of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, or the characters, except for Ariana. Laurel belongs to Laura, aka Legolas Stalker (nice name) Lauren belongs to (What [is] her screen name?) and Crystyna belongs to Crystyna (Love the spelling).
Isn't he sweet?
Y. Bakura: *Twitches*
Oh YEAH. The whole 'taking over the world and taking the Pharaoh's powers for yourself' thing. Yep.
Y. Bakura: *Grumbles*
ON TO THE FIC!
Y. Bakura: Yay.
~V~V~V~V~V~V~V~V~V~V~V~ (V!)
ARIANA POV
Being dragged along a rather long corridor usually got me angry, but if I get to hold hands with a really and exceptionally hot elf, I ain't complainin. Except for the impending doom of Mirkwood being overrun by gigantic spiders, I think this trip's going to be ok. Besides the fact poor Laurel's been poisoned twice...
But she'll be happy to know that Elladan didn't put her down until they reached the medic-room-place. Well, Elladan kinda refused point blank to even let anyone else touch her until they had to undress her and stuff. Then I had to drag him out. Perverted elven kind...
Anyway, now I was in her room, painfully reminded of the time I had gotten shot in the stomach. How long has it been since we got here? A week? As I counted the days, it all amounted to nearly a month. We have really been here for that long? Wow. I was expecting less.
Striding through the halls, I wondered as I wandered. What would we do to get home? How would we go? Would we want to go. Would we leave? COULD we leave? Before I knew it, I had automatically walked straight into the door that led into the room with Laurel. But I heard laughing...
Opening the door, I saw Laurel being entertained by two wrestling brunette elves. I stopped in the doorway, and saw Legolas there too. But I don't think Elladan and Elrohir noticed I came in. Hey! Younger Aragorn was talking to Lauren, and Crystyna was staring at Legolas. Everything looked normal...I rushed forward, and hopped onto Laurel's lap. "Heya, flowery person. How are ya?"
She blinked. "I'm ok, fine and dandy, but can you get off my lap?"
Shrugging, I hopped off. "Surely, your hurt highness."
Then I gave her the look that said 'we have to tell them now before they run away.' And she gave me the look that said 'do we have to?' and I gave her the look that said 'if we didn't something bad would happen!' And so she gave me a look that said 'okeeday.'
I cleared my throat, and a perfect sound rang out through the room. Everyone stopped. And STARED. And I mean STARED. Elladan was biting Elrohir, and Elrohir was pulling Elladan's arm behind his back. Legolas and Crystyna had frozen, staring at me, and Lauren and Aragorn had done the same. Only Laurel was moving. "Er...ok. All of us girls have something to tell you. But this MUST be kept a secret, got it?"
Everyone nodded. Ok, this was getting freaky... "We're going to sit on the bed and explain. Ugh, Elladan, can you get Elrohir's wrist OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?!" He did so. "Thank ye."
All us girls congregated to the bed. "Ok," said Crystyna. "We're Mary-Sues. We are perfect beings sent to your world to mess up a story-line and force canon characters to fall in love with them."
Lauren nodded. "That's basically it. So if you are in any way attracted to us, it's because of the Mary-Sue-ness, and not because of us. So resist any urges to recite love poetry, etc."
Laurel then spoke up. "I know this may not make sense, but we're not supposed to be here. We're meddling with your time flow, or summat, and we don't want to be. We want to go home, I guess, because we're messing with your world, and we're not supposed to be here. Hey, I just said that..."
But with a very bright flash of light, we weren't exactly in Mirkwood anymore. We were, in fact, in a white void, spinning...spinning...oh. Sorry. Trance 'll do that to ya. Where was I? Oh yes. We were spinning, and then there was this big voice. (Think Treebeard, if anything.) "YOU ALMOST GAVE IT AWAY."
Eh?
"I'M SORRY. I'LL INTRODUCE MYSELF. I AM THE PERSON IN CHARGE OF SENDING RANDOM GIRLS INTO DIFFERENT DIMMENSIONS. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE HAD TO RE-CREATE A DIMENSION FOR A DIFFERENT GIRL? AT LEAST 1,000. IT'S NOT FUNNY, EITHER. BUT. GODS CAN MAKE MISTAKES. AS I HAVE DONE WITH YOU."
Lauren looked confused. "You mean, you're not a cheese god?"
If only I could have seen his face. "NOOO...BUT, AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE. YOU WERE ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO MIDDLE-EARTH INSTEAD OF THESE THREE WOMEN." Here, behind him, an older version of Laurel, and three other women stood glancing about in confuzzlement.
I gasped. "It's Avar, Eodriel, and Lomi! They're from my other fic! Mythical Adventures!"
"YES. AND YOU, THE AUTHOR, HAVE BEEN ACCIDENTALLY SENT IN PLACE OF THEM."
O-o
"BUT LAURA, YOU HAVE TO GO HOME AND UPDATE. YOU TOO, CRYSTYNA. AND YOU LAUREN. AND YOU MOST OF ALL, ARIANA. I'M SURPRISED YOU HAVEN'T BEEN FLAMED YET FOR PROCRASTINATION."
Eheh...sorry?
Laura disappeared in a flash of REALLY bright light. Then Lauren, then Crystyna.
Then me!
And I appeared in front of my computer which had a message on it saying, "THE FIC YOU JUST FINISHED IS GOING TO BE TOO SHORT. BUT DON'T WORRY. I'LL MAKE SOME MORE MISTAKES SOON."
Yay! I hope we get to see ze William next!
Wheee!!! ^-^
~@~@~@~@~@~@~
AHAH. This is over. BUT there will be many sequels and stuff like that. Don't worry, I'm ready. And I'm sorry this took so long. I was SO behind on homework I was going to murder myself. But then it would be considered suicide, so I decided against it.
Y. Bakura: I could have done it...
No way. Anyways. Flames will be used to power Yami Bakura's flamethrower which we will use to destroy Lizzie and rule the world! MUAHAHAH!
Y. Bakura: I like her. *Evil grin* *Takes out large flamethrower* Damnit, low on ammunition...FLAME PEOPLE, FLAME!! I NEED TO HELP MURDER LIZZIBITCH!!
Yeah!
Hee!
Reverse psychology.
Icing :P
PeeEss: Does Lauren have an e-mail?
Hmmm?