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A/N: All filler, no killer. Sorry.. But please check this out: http://renovak.fateback.com/time.html, and I will be forever indebted. =)
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Cold. That was the first and only thing that Ren felt the moment that consciousness flooded and filled her senses for the first time in a number of days. Her fingers felt brittle and frozen together as the biting chill seemed to seep down beneath the hundred or so covers and blankets that seemed to have been piled atop of her. Ren discovered it was very much the same for the rest of her immobile body so that she was basically a sitting human statue on a bed. Realizing it would be pointless to even try to move until her body had sufficiently warmed back to its normal temperature, Ren decided to move the only part of her body that appeared to be more or less functioning as it should: her eyes. The ceiling above her was articulately carved, blending seamlessly together with the columns supporting it. The room was airy, with the balcony door flung wide open, allowing sunlight to filter in and turning the area a warm light gold of what Ren supposed was the early afternoon. Vine like carvings traced around the pillars and window frames, adding to the natural organic feeling in addition to a red leafed tree right outside. After sufficiently reviewing her surroundings and coming to the conclusion that she was in Rivendell, Ren finally managed to move her aching body.
Pulling the by then stifling sheets off, Ren suddenly found herself thrown into an unsuspecting whirlpool of dizziness and disorientation as the world got thrown into the approximate equivalent of a merry-go-round gone berserk. The next thing Ren felt was a cold, uncomfortably hard rock floor that contacted with her body as she dropped off the bed. Only then, after the bout of sudden spell passed did she realize the silmaril that she had been unconsciously holding had clattered its merry way across the floor, right next to the door. Brilliant, Ren muttered to herself, as she tried to get her unwilling form to consort to her wishes to stand up. The human eventually reconsidered the thought, thinking it safer to crawl there than risk standing, toppling and basically knocking herself out all over again. So and thus, Ren mumbled a curse under her breath and began her sojourn across the three metre long room across to the silmaril, which lay in the pooled cloak that acted as its holder, was lying and glinting innocently in the light that reflected off its faces. After a matter of long, painstaking minutes of pulling her errant being towards the door, Ren reached the silmaril. Grinning triumphantly, the girl picked it up and had just wrapped the jewel up in the cloak once again when the door flew right open. Accordingly, as was logical, seeing as to the fact that Ren was near the wall where the hinges were, the door made direct contact with her body, slamming her very quickly, and one must say rather painfully, into the wall at full force. All may have been well and better if the wall had been a metre or so behind the human, but in Ren's case, the wall being about five millimetres away from her, the action and reaction resulted in a double dose of a rather painful door-slamming episode. Groaning in pain, the human looked up at the being responsible for her rather painful wake up call.
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Glorfindel was speaking to Elrond in the study and enjoying some peace and quiet when the two elves heard a loud thud coming from the direction of Ren's room. Knowing the human, Glorfindel immediately came to the assumption that whatever the sound was, it could not have been a good thing, by any means. Sending a swift glance over to Elrond, the two friends lay down whatever they had been doing and simultaneously walked out of the door, Glorfindel closing it as they swept out.
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Ren looked up and saw one very sheepish looking Glorfindel holding the doorknob and staring down at her guiltily with a evidently amused Elrond peering over his shoulder. The human moaned as she braced herself upright against the wall.
'You just had to go and do that, didn't you Glor?'
The look faded from the Eldar's face and he gave a hand and pulled her up.
'Very funny, Sirithbrethil, but what on Arda were you doing behind a door that opens inwards?'
'Looking for an extremely adventurous silmaril, if you must know.'
Elrond spied the swab of fabric in Ren's hand coupled with her position at the door and drew up a conclusion of what must have happened. Glorfindel led Ren to the bed.
'You should have stayed in bed. You are weak yet.'
'Whatever, Glorfindel, whatever. Where are my friends? I wish to see them.'
'The two of them are in their respective rooms, resting. The one called Inez has recovered fully and has been spending her time walking around and hounding Erestor, calling him Lara Flynn Bolye or something in that line. Very odd, but if they are your friends, I would not expect less,'
Glorfindel pointedly ignored the death glare Ren sent his way.
'But moving on, the one call Shu Wen has only just regained her health, and woke yesterday to assume a position grinning rather evilly at Udomiel in a rather disconcerting way.'
'Typical.'
Ren shrugged and slumped back into the pillows as Elrond checked her over for bruises. Five seconds later, the door flew open again and a disgruntled Erestor stormed in, with one Inez trampling after him with a lopsided grin on her face. Shu Wen was trailing after them.
'Lara Flynn Bolye! I told you, Ren, he looks identical to her!'
Ren stared at her friend with a look on her face that read "You know that I am going to shred you into a billion tiny pieces when this is over" and walked over to her friend.
'Why don't you leave Erestor alone before my Adobe Photoshop gets a bit over enthusiastic when I get back home, yeah?'
Knowing that when you put Ren in front of a image editing programme in sadistic enough a mood, any character or person would flee or risk being distorted by the clicking of her mouse, which therefore explained Inez's sudden interest on commenting on how nice the dead branch hanging on Ren's balcony looked in the dappled light. Glorfindel commented dryly as he spotted the second silmaril in Shu Wen's hands.
'Now all we need is Earendil to simply drop down on the courtyard of Imladris and we should be done.'
Bad thing to say.
Earendil, Ship and Company had just reached Middle-Earth, Rivendell, Courtyard. Elrond could not help but gape. After all, it is not regular a thing to have your exiled father who saved the world an age ago come landing in your own Elven kingdom with two bickering children in a ship made of mithril and elven glass. Ren just gaped. It was not everyday two of her friends fell into a fictional world in a ship carrying a jewel that burned mortal flesh. The three humans had exited the room before anyone could say anything, and Glorfindel had to stop Elrond from taking the short way down. The short way down in this case being jumping off the balcony.
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