Disclaimer: Bite me, my friend. Lyrics a la Janet Jackson, Son of a Gun.
A/N: Pay back is hell, mon ami. I'm in a sadistic mood today. This chapter is kind of unrealistic... Haha.
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Ren and Glorfindel both decided to talk at the same time.
'We didn't do it!'
Galadriel was beginning to turn a peculiar shade of green... Ren quickly snapped the switch and grabbed the fan, still dripping, to pull it out of the mirror. Galadriel exploded, turning white, then green.
'Put the object down.'
Ren complied. Sara Ang burst into the scene, followed by Yvonne. The girl grinned, putting on a fake whine.
'Fo! How could you?'
Ren sent her friend a glare worthy enough to freeze Orodruin over. Yvonne just jumped up and down, laughing and clapping. Ren threw the fan at her, ignoring the pulsating static ball of light that was Galadriel. The girl ducked.
'Oof!'
Everyone turned, to see Celeborn's hair ensnared in the turning blades of the fan, which had evidently jerked back to life on the way. The silver hair was being nastily entangled, and Celeborn ran off screaming. Everybody stalled. Galadriel floated in the middle of the clearing, ominously glaring at Ren, then Sara, then Yvonne and then Glorfindel. Ren stood, waist high in foam, hair everywhere and looking distinctly sleep deprived. Glorfindel rolled his eyes, but the effect was rather spoilt by the amount of foam that had gathered at the top of his head. Sara smiled indulgently, and Yvonne went screaming after Celeborn to try and retrieve her fan. Galadriel turned to Ren. The girl ran, the Silmaril in her hand shining brightly.
I bet you think this song is about you...
Galadriel took off after her, followed by Glorfindel. Sara stopped to consider her options, then raced after the two eldar elves and her friend.
Don't you?
Galadriel was sending sparks about, illuminating the area as she ran about.
Don't you?
Glorfindel was shouting something unpleasant in Quenya at Galadriel, telling her to stop and stop causing the trees about her to burst into shimmering firmament. That, of course, was riddle with various obscenities.
Don't you?
Sara yelled at Ren to run faster, which was something the human at the head instinctively knew. Galadriel was not named Nerwen, Man Maiden, for nothing.
Greedy, greedy, greedy try to get the cake and eat it too...
Ren ducked past Haldir as he came over, trying to figure out why the talan where the rest of the girls had been staying in had suddenly burst into blue and purple sparks and why Lord Celeborn was yelling all over Lorien.
You're so vain... I bet you think this song is about you...
Galadriel's eyes burnt black as she literally levitated after Ren, her power sending Haldir flying as the Marchwarden scampered out of her path. Her wrath was great indeed.
Don't you?
Glorfindel had to use some of his own power from Aman to prevent himself from being thrown back by Nenya's power as he chased after Artanis, beginning to glow in his own right and wrath.
Don't you? Don't you?
Sara could probably have followed the running people in front of her with her eyes closed. The blinding light was everywhere, and Lorien was slowly being lit up. She took a left and went back to the camp to warn the others.
I bet you think this song is about you... I bet you think this song is about you...
Erestor was roughly shaken awake by Sara and the rest of the group. Silei was already running off to the right, and Shu Wen had been dispatched to the left. Sara waved a hand rapidly in front of his face.
'What is going on?'
Erestor finally realized the camp was glowing.
'Galadriel. Glorfindel. Ren. Mirror. Bubbles. Angry. Not good.'
Erestor took that summary pretty well and jumped up, trying to shake a couple of sparks off.
'Where is-'
Erestor's question was answered in advance as Celeborn sprinted pass, his hair jumping up and down, severely entangled, and Yvonne clutching one lock.
'Nevermind. Come, we must stop this madness.'
Don't you?
Glorfindel finally came close enough, and the golden haired elf welled up as much power as he could and threw himself at Galadriel. The effect was rather stunning.
Don't you?
Valar sent power and Nenya did not mix well, as Ren soon found out. As Glorfindel crashed into Galadriel, the clearing they were in practically imploded in light. Glorfindel was only told apart from Galadriel because he, unlike the Lady of Lothlorien, did not shoot green sparks everywhere. Ren was pulled back in the vacuum.
Don't you?
Galadriel drew on her own, long dormant power as a First Born, glowing even brighter as Glorfindel landed on top of her. The two began to float as their powers repelled each other while their physical forms clung determinedly to one another. Ren was inevitably pulled into the power struggle, the Silmaril in her hand having enough will and draw of its own to cause chaos.
This song is about you...
Glorfindel decided it was time to express his position as a First Born, Valar Sent Re-born Balrog Slayer who had Returned From The Dead and an Elf who had come from Aman. Drawing what resistance against Galadriel's own Nenya fuelled abilities, Glorfindel shone even brighter, turning a blue-ish green as Ulmo tried to help him out a little. Ren only added to the living light bulb they formed.
Son of a gun.
'Gah! Put me down!'
Ren started cursing rather inventively in Quenya as a crowd gathered around. Silei, who reached the glade first, was temporarily thrown back as the implosion threw itself outwards. The tallest of the humans cursed and worked her way forward, wishing she had sunglasses. Shu Wen charged in seconds later.
'Síla quáci [Quenya: Shining crows], put me down!'
Silei jumped and grabbed one of Galadriel's legs, only to be pulled upwards. Shu Wen clung to Silei's shoes as her friend floated upwards.
'Help us!'
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Erestor ran towards the area that was now glowing rather too brightly for comfort, dragging Galdor with him. The two gasped as they saw what was going on. Glorfindel and Galadriel were at the top, floating around three quarters the height of a mallorn tree, both trying to pull each others hair out while Ren shouted and cursed in every language she knew in-between them. Silei was desperately holding on to Galadriel's leg while Shu Wen was dangerously high up. Haldir ran in, holding two lengths of rope and a rope ladder, and the three elves got to work. Erestor grabbed Shu Wen's foot, then with Haldir's help, bound it and tied it around the base of a mallorn to prevent the group from floating towards Ithil.
'Hold on!'
Shu Wen shouted back.
'What do you think I'm doing?'
Galdor looked up dubiously, calculating the odds of them falling any time soon. Erestor poked him.
'You're from the Grey Haven's, my friend, surely you have experience in climbing the Crow's Nest. Galdor looked at him for a second, then ran up to Shu Wen. Haldir threw another length of rope upwards, which Ren caught. The force field she was trapped in prevented her dropping.
'Hold on to that! Galdor will use it to support himself!'
Ren looked down.
'Are you mad?!'
Glorfindel continued to claw at Galadriel.
Too late. Galdor had gripped the rope and was beginning the ascent. Shu Wen gasped as her shoulder was stepped on, albeit very lightly, and Silei's foot was trodden on in return. Galdor yanked the rope, and Ren pulled him up the best she could. The perilous balancing act continued as Ren supported Galdor's feet as he clambered up again. The elf managed to get up high enough to sit of Glorfindel's shoulders, kicking Galadriel as she tried to scratch him. The elf threw the rope ladder upwards, and the hook at the end caught a branch and unfurled all the way down to the ground. Galdor quickly got on and shimmed down. Erestor gave him a hearty pat on the back before quickly grabbing the rope tied to Shu Wen's foot. The elf disconnected it from the tree temporarily, tied it to the rope ladder, then wound it around the mallorn again. Ren, grasping the idea, quickly tied Glorfindel and Galadriel to the rope ladder before forcefully propelling herself to it and scampering down, tying everybody to the ladder as she went. The human breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped to ground.
I bet you think this song is about you...
'Si! Jump onto the ladder!'
Silei shifted carefully from Galadriel's leg to the ladder as Shu Wen did the same beneath her. Shu Wen rapidly cut the two of them loose, and they too climbed down the ladder, leaving Glorfindel and Galadriel tied to the ladder, which in turn was tied to the branch. Ren was shaking slightly, sparks still occasionally flying off her form. Haldir then withdrew a throwing knife.
Ren gaped at him as she realized he meant to cut the ladder from the mallorn branch..
'You're not sane! What if you miss?'
'I won't.'
The elf threw the knife. Ren did not dare watch. Thankfully, no screams of pain and/or agony sounded through the night. Sighing with relief, Ren opened her eyes again.
'What do we do now?'
Erestor glanced at the rope which held the ladder to the mallorn. Then, he grabbed it and began to wind his way around the mallorn. Everybody soon chipped in, helping to reel the two elda down from the sky.
'Ow!'
Glorfindel's head hit a branch as he and Galadriel were pulled around a tree. Galadriel's head was now littered with leaves. Slowly, they were drawn to the ground. Ren picked up a large stick and started to pummel Galadriel and Glorfindel. She whacked him once, then alternated and hit Galadriel
Don't you?
Whack.
Don't you?
Whack.
Don't you?
Gradually, Glorfindel and Galadriel both came to realize someone was trying to beat them to death and stopped glowing. Galadriel's eyes turned from green to black to purple then back to its normal shade. Most alarming. As the two eldar started calming down, Lothlorien too gradually returned back to normal silver instead of a bright, shining flare beacon it had been a few minutes earlier. Satisfied, Ren shredded the rope binding the two to the ladder. Glorfindel jumped up, beginning to glow again, but that stopped as Ren whacked him with the stick again. The two resorted to staring at each other, and for a minute there was silence.
The silence was broken as Celeborn came screeching, fan still in his hair and Yvonne now trying to jump on him.
It was going to be a long
night.