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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! This is a major filler like chapter, but please bear with me! Review, too! =)
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Ren was worried. No matter how she looked, she simply could not find any of her teachers. And that was a lot of people to loose, especially in Gondolin. They could not have left the lodging they were assigned to, for none of the members of the Golden Flower, from the guards to the servants, had seen them leave. Ren was frantic, as were most of her friends, and her consistent pacing around the living room was near driving Glorfindel mad. He tried to get her to sit down, at least, but she was too flustered to do so. Talking to Nez, she burbled on.
'How the *heck* could they have simply run off like this?'
'I dunno. I mean, Lettucefluff* isn't one to go crazy and run off.'
Glorfindel glared at her, the look in his eyes clearly portraying his annoyance.
'We will find you teachers, fear not. Gondolin is not as vast as many other cities.'
This only served to get Ren to direct her stream of worry at him.
'But if we could appear here, then it is a great probability that they could have landed somewhere else, like Beleriand, or Nargothrond, or Moria, or Doriath, or Menegroth, or some rural area near Sirion, or the Blue Mountains, or Falas, or Angband, or the Bay of Balar, or Helcaraxe, or...'
Seeing the look Glorfindel sent her...
'Okay, I'll shut up now.'
Suddenly, Sarah Wong, who was across the room and had been admiring a vase, suddenly disappeared into thin air with a loud popping sound that was usually reserved for those Looney Toon Cartoons. Ren dove onto the floor, only barely managing to catch the vase in time. At the same time, Shu Wen, who was admiring a dagger, disappeared. Ren wisely let it fall to the floor. Being a hero (by saving falling items) is one thing, but getting killed by a falling dagger is purely stupid idea. After that, pops began sounding everywhere. Glorfindel had a look of pure bliss on his face, as he watched and waited for Ren to go pop.
Only one problem.
She didn't.
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Ren was back in Turgon's halls, this time completely alone, dragged by a extremely bedraggled and peeved Glorfindel. Turgon was pacing back and forth, having abandoned the throne long ago. All the pacing was driving Glorfindel up the wall. Turgon, oblivious to the blond elf's distress, made a statement.
'Something approaches, closely and swift. I can feel it.'
Ren swallowed, paling. She knew *exactly* what *it* was. Glorfindel eyed her suspiciously and turned upon her, a dangerous look in his eyes.
'I know you know something about this, Sirithbrethil, and I am quite sure that you know that I know that you know something that I don't know. What is it?'
Ren looked slightly confused for a while, before replying.
'Well, yes, I know that you know that I know that you know that I know something that you don't know, but I am only in the middle of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the middle of the end of the story here.'
Turgon now had his turn to look flabbergasted at the stream of explanations that made no sense.
'So, wait. You are saying, Glorfindel, that Ren knows that you know that she knows that you know that she knows that you know that she knows that you don't know something that she knows, but yet that it is only the middle of the beginning of the end of the beginning of the middle of the end of the story? But how can that be possible when the beginning has already happened and the end has not yet begun, so how, who, where, when and what?'
Idril looked from Turgon to Ren to Glorfindel, obviously very confused. Earendil was the only voice of reason in the chaotic war of words.
'You 'em be crazy.'
Glorfindel had half drawn his dagger already, looking ready to threaten Ren into submission. Ecthelion, who saw, knew that if Turgon saw that Glorfindel would get his head sawn off, thus made an odd statement to distract the king, grinning idiotically.
'That is a nice, erm, hairstyle you have there, Sirithbrethil!'
Ren sent him an odd look. Her hair was tied in a simple pony tail. Tuor looked apprehensively at him as Ecthelion stepped purposefully onto Glorfindel's foot while he grinned stupidly in order to conceal his friend's dagger from everybody's sight.
'Have you been out in the sun a bit too long, Ecthelion?'
Ren looked pointedly out of the window.
'It's raining, Tuor.'
Turgon slammed a fist onto his table.
'That is not the point. Something approaches, and I-'
Turgon never had a chance to finish. A faraway cry and the sounding of horns distracted him. Ren paled. The sacking of Gondolin had begun. And she was slap bang in the middle of it all. In the distance, a cry came up, fair Elvish voices rising in despair and alarm.
Yrch! Yrch! Malkarauco! [Orcs!
Orcs! Balrogs!]
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* Oddly enough, my form teacher's email address is lettucefluff... O.o.