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A/N: SSS! SSS! Secondary school sucks! Yes, it, does!
*
Ren and Diana were both sharing some rather violent thoughts with each other. Diana was lounging on a rock, half of her sketchbook now dyed a bright green, while Ren sat on the grass, blending in almost perfectly. Even her hair seemed to have converted itself into a brilliant, neon emerald. Spitting her words out rather more forcefully than necessary, Ren wrung her now unbraided hair out, colouring in turn the grass underneath her.
'When I find Sara, somebody's head is going to roll.'
Diana looked ruefully at her sketchbook, crossing her arms. Her face moulded itself into a storm cloud, and she flung a bright green bit of (dried) parchment at Ren. Catching it, the human saw a couple of blurs and plenty of green colouring, with some small specks of the plant used embedded in it.
'Nice, um, graffiti there. Sara again?'
Diana glared at her friend.
'Does my sketchbook look any less green than your hair?'
Ren rolled her eyes, scrunched up the parchment and flung it back at Diana. They sat in silence for a few moments before Glorfindel slunk into their clearing, carrying what looked like an entire potful of steaming liquid. Setting it down as quickly as he could, the Vanya, or rather Galel (Green Elf), quickly blew on his hands to keep them cool before dropping down next to Ren. Evidently, the elves were not much better off, especially seeing that their hair was a shale blond, and for Haldir it extended to almost a pale, white gold. Glorfindel was slightly better off than the Marchwarden, who was embarrassed, wet, green and upset (in that order), as his hair was, akin to his name), a deeper shade of gold. But gold was gold in the end, and so the pale Vanya was considerably greener than the long haired human who sat, resigned, on the ground.
'You friend had better be able to run fast when I get to her.'
Ren sighed, counting names off her fingertips.
'That goes for you, me, Haldir, Erestor, Inez and Gildor for the river incident, and Diana, Shu Wen and Yvonne for several ruined sketched and drawings. I believe Si is the only one unscathed by all this... green.'
Ren shuddered visibly, rubbing her arms as if trying to rid it of its tinge of, well, green. Moments later, Si Lei stormed in, nearly bowling over the pot in her anger. An unsheathed, long knife was now being waved about in some very alarming gesticulations, and Glorfindel and Ren both inched backwards slightly. The tall human was cursing Sara in some rather inventive ways, one having to do with an orc, a broomstick and a piece of Lembas. Ren winced. Si Lei threw her knife down in frustration, where it embedded itself a meter away from Ren. The shorter human mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
'My. Knife. Is. Now. GREEN!'
Ren tilted her head to Diana and Glorfindel.
'Welcome to the club.'
Glorfindel sat up and pulled the pot of liquid over to them, dipping a finger in and testing the coolness of it.
'It should be cool enough by now.'
Ren, curious, looked up.
'What should be - yargh!'
Before she was able to react to the situation, Glorfindel had gleefully toppled half of the pot onto Ren, who was now spluttering indignantly.
'What,' she said as she wiped liquid out of her eyes, 'Was that for?!'
Glorfindel shrugged and splashed the rest of the substance onto himself. Ren finally got the gist of things and looked down at herself, experimentally rubbing at a patch of skin at her forearm before gleefully grinning.
'I'm a normal colour again!'
Glorfindel threw her a towel and she began to scrub off the evil, evil green dye. Si Lei took the opportunity to snitch what was left in the pot to clean off her knife, and smiled in satisfaction as her white haft and silver blade returned to their normal colour. Diana just sat and sulked on the rock, unable to do anything about her sketches.
*
Erestor came into the clearing, wringing his hair off and elated to be clean again, then stopped short. Glorfindel, Advisor to Elrond and Elda, was sitting on a rock alongside three human children, busily marking down something on what looked suspiciously like green parchment. The elda, sensing his presence, looked up and grinned.
'Care to join us? We are plotting some form of revenge or the other.'
Erestor immediately decided that Glorfindel was not so mad after all, and quickly sat down in the space the group made for him.
*
Sara was jubilant. She had successfully dyed half of their fellowship bright green, killed off possessions of most of the others and was still relatively sane and alive and not green. Just as she walked into the pavilion that they were housed in, though, her went turned upside down. Green dye came crashing on the top of her head, and she heard various hoots of laughter coming from above her before pink dye sploshed down upon her. She head rustling and movement before a shouted comment of "What goes around, comes around!" found her. Outplayed.
*
SOMEWHERE IN VALINOR... THE PEOPLE OF GONDOLIN GATHER. Well, at least their lords do...
Lorien was a rather fickle Vala in the term of his looks. They depended mainly on how he felt that day, and sometimes ended up with strange combinations of the raw power of the Valar alongside the most beautiful of eldarin forms. Today was a rather curious one. The vala's hair was, as usual, a pale silver, but strangely enough, Lorien was angry enough so that it shimmered, slightly transparent and altogether rather intimidating if you were not used to rampaging ainur hell bent on destruction. His form was rather shadowy that day, and clad in silver and grey, even the Gondolindrim had to strain their eyes to keep him in sight. Lorien stormed about Mandos' outer halls, where the living can go, while Namo, his brother, sat on his throne and followed his brother with his train of sight. Left... Right... Up... Down... Lorien was pacing back and forth before abruptly stopping.
A deathly (how ironic) silence fell over the audience in the hall as Lorien stilled, eyes closed and hands hanging loose at his side. After a number of minutes without anything happening, Duilin started shuffling from foot to foot, but Turgon stepping on him stopped him. A while later, Lorien began to glow an eerie white. The vala's brow furrowed slightly before he released his true power in a rapture of once dormant and most potent of magics. There was a invisible ripple of poignant energy about them as Lorien cast his spirit forth, Dreamweaver, looking for the presence of the Feanorians. Mandos, seeing his little brother had taken the initiative waited in silence. There was another spasm of intangible force, and Mandos surrendered himself to the darkness as he went in search of his brother. The two valar did not move for the longest time, until at last Lorien cracked an eye open and Mandos relaxed in his throne.
The two looked at each other and shook their heads. The elves looked at each other, confused, but both Namo and Irmo started forward towards Taniquetil and the Ring of Doom.
*
AT THE RING OF DOOM
Lorien and Mandos swept into the Ring, all powerful and imminent, and a number of frazzled looking elf lords followed in their wake. Manwe slid into his seat, and Elbereth appeared in a glittery shimmering of light and air. Turgon stiffened as he came to realize that they were at the meeting of the Powers. There was a ripple of liquid near one of the chairs, and a few moments later, Ulmo materialized. Nienna, clothed in black, flitted in soon after, followed by Orome. Tulkas and Nessa came, fleet footed and silent, before Yavanna arrived, seating herself in her chair made of living oak and birch. With a wave of her hand, the twigs and thorns grew away from the seat, making the chair safe to sit on. The valie was evidently fed up with Aule, who had arrived moments after her, trying to carve her chair, and had commanded it to grow thorns to dissuade Aule. After getting pricked various times, the smith had given up. Vaire, picking threads out of her hair, came and the Ring was completed.
The meeting commenced.