Gandalf stood from his seat in the corner, and walked over to where
Rumor sat. "My lady, I believe I am correct when I say that you are not
from Middle Earth." Once again, Gandalf earned a startled look from all in
the room. Rumor just simply demanded, "Middle Earth? Where the fuck is
that?" the gazes turned o her now, but Rumor wasn't sure id it was from her
question or if it was from her cursing. Gandalf simply cleared his throat,
"If I may continue, Lady Rumor, I will be glad to explain all of Middle
Earth when I am finished." He told Rumor, who nodded in return. "I believe
the Valar sent her here to change the path of things that are beyond our
control. Her coming is like the dropping of a rock into a still lake. The
effect of the ripples will grow until the lake is no longer still."
Silence took the room...again; Rumor shook her head trying to figure out what the hell the old man was talking about. "Mad, you're all raving mad." Rumor stood up, "I don't know what kinda drugs you guys are all on, or what the fuck you put me on, and I don't really give a damn. I'm outta here. Freakin psychos." She muttered walking out of the room, ignoring the shocked men behind her.
Walking at a hurried pace, Rumor struggled to find her way out, but the place was worse then a maze. Turning down another hallway, Rumor came to a sudden stop and listened. Yup, there was no mistake at the sounds of voices heading her away. Looking around, Rumor tried to find a place to hide to avoid the people coming her way. With nowhere else to go, Rumor threw herself through the first door she found. Leaning her temple against the door which she had just shut, she signed with relief and annoyance. She was tired, sore, and had a massive headache, but most of all; she just wanted to go home. *If you want to call that place a home*, she thought bitterly to herself.
Sighing again, Rumor turned around to see where she was. The room was not much different from the one she had awakened too, bright and sunny, with a woodsy nature feel to it. Lying in the bed was a very small child, with a face has pale has death. Rumor gasped silently when she saw the sleeping figure of another child, seated in a chair next to the bed. Even though she knew she should walk out and leave the children in peace, Rumor was strangely curious with the little ones before her. They had the body and size of kids, but their faces suggested that they were much older then they appeared. She shook her head, which was not possible with their size, but then again... It was not that long ago she was sitting and talking with elves. Looking back at the sleeping kids, Rumor went to leave but she felt eyes upon her. Turning around, she noticed that the kid sleeping in the chair was stirring. His eyelids popped open, reveling two big brown eyes. They stared at each other and then the little one squeaked out, "Hullo."
Silence took the room...again; Rumor shook her head trying to figure out what the hell the old man was talking about. "Mad, you're all raving mad." Rumor stood up, "I don't know what kinda drugs you guys are all on, or what the fuck you put me on, and I don't really give a damn. I'm outta here. Freakin psychos." She muttered walking out of the room, ignoring the shocked men behind her.
Walking at a hurried pace, Rumor struggled to find her way out, but the place was worse then a maze. Turning down another hallway, Rumor came to a sudden stop and listened. Yup, there was no mistake at the sounds of voices heading her away. Looking around, Rumor tried to find a place to hide to avoid the people coming her way. With nowhere else to go, Rumor threw herself through the first door she found. Leaning her temple against the door which she had just shut, she signed with relief and annoyance. She was tired, sore, and had a massive headache, but most of all; she just wanted to go home. *If you want to call that place a home*, she thought bitterly to herself.
Sighing again, Rumor turned around to see where she was. The room was not much different from the one she had awakened too, bright and sunny, with a woodsy nature feel to it. Lying in the bed was a very small child, with a face has pale has death. Rumor gasped silently when she saw the sleeping figure of another child, seated in a chair next to the bed. Even though she knew she should walk out and leave the children in peace, Rumor was strangely curious with the little ones before her. They had the body and size of kids, but their faces suggested that they were much older then they appeared. She shook her head, which was not possible with their size, but then again... It was not that long ago she was sitting and talking with elves. Looking back at the sleeping kids, Rumor went to leave but she felt eyes upon her. Turning around, she noticed that the kid sleeping in the chair was stirring. His eyelids popped open, reveling two big brown eyes. They stared at each other and then the little one squeaked out, "Hullo."