Here's the big and bad one zero! I finally got a story up to the tenth
chapter! WOOT!
Hiding in behind stone columns isn't an easy thing to do when you're twice as wide and nearly as tall as them, Steven reflected without feeling any satisfaction. When one was this big hiding in the shrubs was also an unlikely fit. Therefore Abby had proclaimed that Steven would just have to not sneak to the council but sit around in some perfectly innocent spot and wait for her summary of the famous scene. Like hell that was going to happen, he had decided, and now he lay completely still underneath the brush staring up at some dwarf's feet. In fact they were so chubby that he could barely make out anyone else's foot, and at the moment he was sincerely hoping that the elderly dwarf wouldn't get the sudden urge to kick backwards. He had had enough head injuries in the past few weeks, thank you very much.
Meanwhile Abby stood stock still behind one of the stone pillars while Merry and Pippin followed suit at the next one over. She was trying to not even breath, knowing that an elf should probably be able to hear any movement no matter how slight when she was in this close of a proximity to them. And she could help but think, "Damn Legolas is hot." Every time she stool a peek and looked over at him. Now she could understand why so many girls drooled over him. He did look a little bit like Orlando Bloom, with his skin coloring, hair and ears and the blue of his eyes. He was about the same height and weight as well, but god this guy was better looking! Not that she'd fall for him or anything. Nope no chance of that, elves were so cork-up-ass kind of people.
Elrond in all his creepy elf glory was addressing the council about something or other. Bilbo rose and told how he found the ring and passed it down to Frodo. She really didn't pay much attention, was all the stuff she already knew important to hear all over again? She certainly didn't think so. It wasn't like hearing the entire summarized version of the Hobbit from the hobbit who was there himself? Not really, besides the fact that just about every fan of Lord of the Rings out there would simply die, yes die, to be given that kind of opportunity. "The novelty must have worn off for me." She thought wearily realizing how, when she and Steven had first arrived a few months ago the littlest things had fascinated her. Such as Bilbo's eating utensils. For the first week or so she'd see something and think, "This is Bilbo's spoon." And this creepy little smile would work its way onto her mouth, or so Steven thought.
"Whoa, back to reality Abby," she thought as she heard Gimili growl, "And I suppose you think you'd be the one to do it Master Elf!?!" But it wasn't that but more of a frightened whelp coming somewhere behind where Gimili sat that startled her, because that was most definitely Steven's voice.
"That little S.O.B." she growled fiercely, sending Elrond's gaze from the bushes where Steven lie to the pillar that she stood behind.
As the Dwarves the Elves and even some of the men argued and Frodo cried, "I will take it! I will take it!" Steven lie perfectly still on the ground except for his mouth which was silently exclaiming every profanity he knew over the growing black so\pot just under his right eye. Suddenly he came to a sudden realization. "You have my sword." Aragorn was saying to Frodo.
"FREEZE AND REWIND!" Steven wanted to scream, "When the hell did this happen?" It seemed like only a few moments ago he was waiting for this damn thing to start and now Aragorn was offering his sword?
Legolas stood up, "And my bow," shortly followed by Gimili, "And my axe." He snarled towards Legolas.
Boromir stood up and Steven could actually feel Abby's heart beat faster. "She certainly thinks of him as a man now." He thought with a cynical smile.
And that was exactly what Abby was thinking. Boromir was tall, and obviously well muscled, he had a small beard and fine green-gray eyes. This man was practically oozing masculinity. "And with masculinity comes arrogance." She sighed. What a fine body.of research, going to waste.
"You carry the fate of us all little one," he said to Frodo, then to all he added, "If this is indeed the will of the council, the Gondor will see it done."
"And so it sh - - -"Elrond began as Sam came running out from the brush.
"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" he said gruffly and stoutly; shaking the dirt off his breeches.
"No indeed," consented Elrond, "It seems that we can never part you from him, especially since you come to secret councils that he is summoned to when you are not."
Merry looked at Pippin. Pippin looked at Merry. They both looked at Abby. She nodded and they all ran out from behind their respective pillars yelling, "Hey, hey hey!"
"Well, we're coming too." Merry said trying to imitate Sam's stoutness.
"Yes." Abby agreed shaking her head vigorously.
"Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this quest.mission.thing." He finally decided.
"That would rule you out Pip." Merry said putting his hands in his pockets.
Elrond cleared his throat, "Ten." he began before being cut off again.
"Eleven! Eleven!" bellowed Steven, "Abigail Grace! There is no way I'm not going if you are!" Elrond rolled his eyes, "Eleven." He muttered. "Wonderful! Now I cease to remember my prepared speech for this moment because of all the interruptions!"
"Woops." Steven mumbled.
"Aw just wing it El, you'll manage." Abby said happily, "Just say something like, eleven there are and eleven you shall be now, the Fellowship of the ring!"
Elrond rolled his eyes again, "Eleven there are, eleven you shall be forever more, The Fellowship of the Ring."
"Woot!" Abby exclaimed. But Elrond grabbed her arm.
"We have much to discuss Lady Abigail."
He then decided that it would be a good idea to drag her off to his study and practically throw her into a chair. "Elves certainly lose their hospitality with time." Abby muttered darkly. Elrond gave her a sharp glare.
"I brought you here Lady Abigail to discuss your decision to join the fellowship."
"I guessed as much." She replied.
"What do you think you are doing joining the fellowship?" He interrogated.
"Hush..." she replied, "Joining the fellowship?"
"I know you are joining the fellowship Lady Abigail, but why?"
"Because.because." she sputtered. Why the heck was she joining the fellowship? It wasn't like it was her home they were fighting for or anything.
"You see you foolish child, you have no reason to join the fellowship in its quest!"
"But all my fiends are going!" she yelled somewhat frantic.
"Is Bilbo not your friend?" he asked.
"Of course Bilbo is my friend but do you think I'm going to just sit around when I know all my hobbity friends are out asking for their death sentence? Why aren't you questioning them as well? They're about as qualified to go gallivanting around the country as I am!"
"At least the young hobbits have wielded some sort of blade before!" he hissed, "I have it under good authority that neither you nor your cousin has."
"That's because..uhh..." she groped around in her mind for an idea. "That's because we've only been trained in Light Savors!"
"Light Savors?" has asked disbelieving.
"Yes Light Savors! Our trainer was Obei One Kanobi, Steven was training to become the next Kanobi after Obei descends from this world but uhh.then we had to run away and umm.we were looking for Gandalf."
"What?" Elrond asked.
"Light Savors are like swords except they are magic you see! They are made from flames and they are really hard to wield and can't be brought out of our realm America!" Abby cried.
"You are expecting me to believe this?" Elrond asked in a sarcastic voice.
Matching his tone Abby replied, "And you expect us to believe that the fate of Middle-Earth lies on a little gold ring?"
He sighed, "Your point holds valid enough Lady Abigail. But you can not go."
"The more you say no the more I'll whine." She threatened.
He grimaced, "Lady Abigail there are several reasons I can not let you go. One, you are not a shield maiden. You know not how to wield sword. Two, you are a woman and I am aware of woman's.." he spluttered for a moment blushing and then composed himself saying, "Monthly dilemma. I have a daughter you know. And would you like to be traveling around with such things going on?"
"Well I've managed so far." she trailed off knowing she couldn't and shouldn't go into details, and not just for her sake.
"And she would change the story." Gandalf said walking into the room.
"No I woul-"but the words died on her lips in the middle of her protest because truthfully, she knew she'd try to change it.
"Abby, you may go on the quest but you must swear that as long as I live you will not change the story. Let fate take its course." Gandalf said while Elrond glared at him.
Abigail pretended to be somber and sorry and a bit sullen, but on the inside, she couldn't be happier. "I promise Gandalf. I won't change the story until you die, and who knows when that will be?"
"Will you allow the lady to come with us on this quest then Lord Elrond?" "It seems I have no choice," he sighed tiredly.
Abby suddenly got a huge burst of energy, "Oh Fuck yes!" she cried throwing a fist into the air with a great whoop. "This is going to be fun!"
Both Elf and wizard stared at the young woman before simply shaking their heads and heading out of the room.
Abby ran into Steven later on that night and seeing her grin of sheer happiness decided that it was within his right's as her best friend and honorary older brother to demand what she was so happy about.
"I convinced the Big Cheese to let me go!" she yelled excitedly. "Oh wow, I am getting very big hot flashes here! Tell me not to faint Steve! Aren't you in the least bit happy for me?"
"Abby, why are you going, besides to leave little puddles of drool wherever Legolas goes?" he asked nostrils flaring and using every bit of his towering height to make her feel small and weak.very weak.
"First of all," she said stoutly, "I leave all drooling for when I'm alone, more preferably somewhere comfortable. Second of all..I don't know..WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?"
"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT OFFERED YOURSELF FOR THE FELLOWSHIP FIRST!" Steven bellowed.
"At least I know what's going to happen god damn it!" she screeched.
Boromir and Aragorn who had both been out in the hall doing that whole little sword scene thingy, were now desperately trying to find the source of the screaming.
"You could be killed Abby!" Steven cried frustrated, "KILLED! You don't even know how to wield a sword."
"Neither do you." She sniffed through angry tears.
"I just want you to stay alive Abby! Alive and well, geez! Is that so much to ask for, that your friend be safe and sound?"
"No it's not." She said flatly, "But I think I know what's safe for me, Steve! Don't try to govern over me so much! I'm the smart one here!"
"Look," Steven growled dangerously low, "Just because you're so smart and get grades after skiving off classes that most people spend hours studying for doesn't mean that I'm completely devoid of common sense! You think it's a good idea to run around trying to protect yourself from Orcs when you could be comfy and safe in Rivendell?"
They weren't yelling anymore even though their words held the same thunder. Aragorn and Boromir came to a skidding halt when they found the pair, tiny Abby pale, her face tear strained and shaking with anger, and tall imposing Steven, hunched red-faced and feeling miserable.
"I never said that Steve. I know you're not an idiot." She said, "Don't put words in my mouth!"
"You may have never said it, but you've said every word but!" He looked outraged and raised a hand.
She quickly stepped back. Steven had never ever hit her, and she wasn't looking forward to a start. Boromir and Aragorn had both subconsciously decided that now would be a good time to step in.
"Lady Abigail?" Boromir said bowing to her stiffly, "It will be time for dinner soon; you need to dress yourself as is appropriate, shall I escort you?"
His words were kind but Abby couldn't see any real kindness or sympathy behind them. "No thanks." She replied in a shaky voice, "I've been here long enough to get around with out getting lost, I'll manage." She walked slowly away after casting Steven one last fretful glance, and as soon as she had turned the bend, she ran.
"Lord Steven." Aragorn said, "Women can not always take the truth lightly. You are still a young lad, but the advice I give to you is this. The gentler you are, the sooner they forgive and forget."
Boromir nodded in agreement, "And Lady Abigail seems the kind to hold a grudge long and hard. She certainly has one against me for what offence I know not."
Steven sighed; this was going to be long and hard indeed.
Hiding in behind stone columns isn't an easy thing to do when you're twice as wide and nearly as tall as them, Steven reflected without feeling any satisfaction. When one was this big hiding in the shrubs was also an unlikely fit. Therefore Abby had proclaimed that Steven would just have to not sneak to the council but sit around in some perfectly innocent spot and wait for her summary of the famous scene. Like hell that was going to happen, he had decided, and now he lay completely still underneath the brush staring up at some dwarf's feet. In fact they were so chubby that he could barely make out anyone else's foot, and at the moment he was sincerely hoping that the elderly dwarf wouldn't get the sudden urge to kick backwards. He had had enough head injuries in the past few weeks, thank you very much.
Meanwhile Abby stood stock still behind one of the stone pillars while Merry and Pippin followed suit at the next one over. She was trying to not even breath, knowing that an elf should probably be able to hear any movement no matter how slight when she was in this close of a proximity to them. And she could help but think, "Damn Legolas is hot." Every time she stool a peek and looked over at him. Now she could understand why so many girls drooled over him. He did look a little bit like Orlando Bloom, with his skin coloring, hair and ears and the blue of his eyes. He was about the same height and weight as well, but god this guy was better looking! Not that she'd fall for him or anything. Nope no chance of that, elves were so cork-up-ass kind of people.
Elrond in all his creepy elf glory was addressing the council about something or other. Bilbo rose and told how he found the ring and passed it down to Frodo. She really didn't pay much attention, was all the stuff she already knew important to hear all over again? She certainly didn't think so. It wasn't like hearing the entire summarized version of the Hobbit from the hobbit who was there himself? Not really, besides the fact that just about every fan of Lord of the Rings out there would simply die, yes die, to be given that kind of opportunity. "The novelty must have worn off for me." She thought wearily realizing how, when she and Steven had first arrived a few months ago the littlest things had fascinated her. Such as Bilbo's eating utensils. For the first week or so she'd see something and think, "This is Bilbo's spoon." And this creepy little smile would work its way onto her mouth, or so Steven thought.
"Whoa, back to reality Abby," she thought as she heard Gimili growl, "And I suppose you think you'd be the one to do it Master Elf!?!" But it wasn't that but more of a frightened whelp coming somewhere behind where Gimili sat that startled her, because that was most definitely Steven's voice.
"That little S.O.B." she growled fiercely, sending Elrond's gaze from the bushes where Steven lie to the pillar that she stood behind.
As the Dwarves the Elves and even some of the men argued and Frodo cried, "I will take it! I will take it!" Steven lie perfectly still on the ground except for his mouth which was silently exclaiming every profanity he knew over the growing black so\pot just under his right eye. Suddenly he came to a sudden realization. "You have my sword." Aragorn was saying to Frodo.
"FREEZE AND REWIND!" Steven wanted to scream, "When the hell did this happen?" It seemed like only a few moments ago he was waiting for this damn thing to start and now Aragorn was offering his sword?
Legolas stood up, "And my bow," shortly followed by Gimili, "And my axe." He snarled towards Legolas.
Boromir stood up and Steven could actually feel Abby's heart beat faster. "She certainly thinks of him as a man now." He thought with a cynical smile.
And that was exactly what Abby was thinking. Boromir was tall, and obviously well muscled, he had a small beard and fine green-gray eyes. This man was practically oozing masculinity. "And with masculinity comes arrogance." She sighed. What a fine body.of research, going to waste.
"You carry the fate of us all little one," he said to Frodo, then to all he added, "If this is indeed the will of the council, the Gondor will see it done."
"And so it sh - - -"Elrond began as Sam came running out from the brush.
"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" he said gruffly and stoutly; shaking the dirt off his breeches.
"No indeed," consented Elrond, "It seems that we can never part you from him, especially since you come to secret councils that he is summoned to when you are not."
Merry looked at Pippin. Pippin looked at Merry. They both looked at Abby. She nodded and they all ran out from behind their respective pillars yelling, "Hey, hey hey!"
"Well, we're coming too." Merry said trying to imitate Sam's stoutness.
"Yes." Abby agreed shaking her head vigorously.
"Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this quest.mission.thing." He finally decided.
"That would rule you out Pip." Merry said putting his hands in his pockets.
Elrond cleared his throat, "Ten." he began before being cut off again.
"Eleven! Eleven!" bellowed Steven, "Abigail Grace! There is no way I'm not going if you are!" Elrond rolled his eyes, "Eleven." He muttered. "Wonderful! Now I cease to remember my prepared speech for this moment because of all the interruptions!"
"Woops." Steven mumbled.
"Aw just wing it El, you'll manage." Abby said happily, "Just say something like, eleven there are and eleven you shall be now, the Fellowship of the ring!"
Elrond rolled his eyes again, "Eleven there are, eleven you shall be forever more, The Fellowship of the Ring."
"Woot!" Abby exclaimed. But Elrond grabbed her arm.
"We have much to discuss Lady Abigail."
He then decided that it would be a good idea to drag her off to his study and practically throw her into a chair. "Elves certainly lose their hospitality with time." Abby muttered darkly. Elrond gave her a sharp glare.
"I brought you here Lady Abigail to discuss your decision to join the fellowship."
"I guessed as much." She replied.
"What do you think you are doing joining the fellowship?" He interrogated.
"Hush..." she replied, "Joining the fellowship?"
"I know you are joining the fellowship Lady Abigail, but why?"
"Because.because." she sputtered. Why the heck was she joining the fellowship? It wasn't like it was her home they were fighting for or anything.
"You see you foolish child, you have no reason to join the fellowship in its quest!"
"But all my fiends are going!" she yelled somewhat frantic.
"Is Bilbo not your friend?" he asked.
"Of course Bilbo is my friend but do you think I'm going to just sit around when I know all my hobbity friends are out asking for their death sentence? Why aren't you questioning them as well? They're about as qualified to go gallivanting around the country as I am!"
"At least the young hobbits have wielded some sort of blade before!" he hissed, "I have it under good authority that neither you nor your cousin has."
"That's because..uhh..." she groped around in her mind for an idea. "That's because we've only been trained in Light Savors!"
"Light Savors?" has asked disbelieving.
"Yes Light Savors! Our trainer was Obei One Kanobi, Steven was training to become the next Kanobi after Obei descends from this world but uhh.then we had to run away and umm.we were looking for Gandalf."
"What?" Elrond asked.
"Light Savors are like swords except they are magic you see! They are made from flames and they are really hard to wield and can't be brought out of our realm America!" Abby cried.
"You are expecting me to believe this?" Elrond asked in a sarcastic voice.
Matching his tone Abby replied, "And you expect us to believe that the fate of Middle-Earth lies on a little gold ring?"
He sighed, "Your point holds valid enough Lady Abigail. But you can not go."
"The more you say no the more I'll whine." She threatened.
He grimaced, "Lady Abigail there are several reasons I can not let you go. One, you are not a shield maiden. You know not how to wield sword. Two, you are a woman and I am aware of woman's.." he spluttered for a moment blushing and then composed himself saying, "Monthly dilemma. I have a daughter you know. And would you like to be traveling around with such things going on?"
"Well I've managed so far." she trailed off knowing she couldn't and shouldn't go into details, and not just for her sake.
"And she would change the story." Gandalf said walking into the room.
"No I woul-"but the words died on her lips in the middle of her protest because truthfully, she knew she'd try to change it.
"Abby, you may go on the quest but you must swear that as long as I live you will not change the story. Let fate take its course." Gandalf said while Elrond glared at him.
Abigail pretended to be somber and sorry and a bit sullen, but on the inside, she couldn't be happier. "I promise Gandalf. I won't change the story until you die, and who knows when that will be?"
"Will you allow the lady to come with us on this quest then Lord Elrond?" "It seems I have no choice," he sighed tiredly.
Abby suddenly got a huge burst of energy, "Oh Fuck yes!" she cried throwing a fist into the air with a great whoop. "This is going to be fun!"
Both Elf and wizard stared at the young woman before simply shaking their heads and heading out of the room.
Abby ran into Steven later on that night and seeing her grin of sheer happiness decided that it was within his right's as her best friend and honorary older brother to demand what she was so happy about.
"I convinced the Big Cheese to let me go!" she yelled excitedly. "Oh wow, I am getting very big hot flashes here! Tell me not to faint Steve! Aren't you in the least bit happy for me?"
"Abby, why are you going, besides to leave little puddles of drool wherever Legolas goes?" he asked nostrils flaring and using every bit of his towering height to make her feel small and weak.very weak.
"First of all," she said stoutly, "I leave all drooling for when I'm alone, more preferably somewhere comfortable. Second of all..I don't know..WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?"
"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT OFFERED YOURSELF FOR THE FELLOWSHIP FIRST!" Steven bellowed.
"At least I know what's going to happen god damn it!" she screeched.
Boromir and Aragorn who had both been out in the hall doing that whole little sword scene thingy, were now desperately trying to find the source of the screaming.
"You could be killed Abby!" Steven cried frustrated, "KILLED! You don't even know how to wield a sword."
"Neither do you." She sniffed through angry tears.
"I just want you to stay alive Abby! Alive and well, geez! Is that so much to ask for, that your friend be safe and sound?"
"No it's not." She said flatly, "But I think I know what's safe for me, Steve! Don't try to govern over me so much! I'm the smart one here!"
"Look," Steven growled dangerously low, "Just because you're so smart and get grades after skiving off classes that most people spend hours studying for doesn't mean that I'm completely devoid of common sense! You think it's a good idea to run around trying to protect yourself from Orcs when you could be comfy and safe in Rivendell?"
They weren't yelling anymore even though their words held the same thunder. Aragorn and Boromir came to a skidding halt when they found the pair, tiny Abby pale, her face tear strained and shaking with anger, and tall imposing Steven, hunched red-faced and feeling miserable.
"I never said that Steve. I know you're not an idiot." She said, "Don't put words in my mouth!"
"You may have never said it, but you've said every word but!" He looked outraged and raised a hand.
She quickly stepped back. Steven had never ever hit her, and she wasn't looking forward to a start. Boromir and Aragorn had both subconsciously decided that now would be a good time to step in.
"Lady Abigail?" Boromir said bowing to her stiffly, "It will be time for dinner soon; you need to dress yourself as is appropriate, shall I escort you?"
His words were kind but Abby couldn't see any real kindness or sympathy behind them. "No thanks." She replied in a shaky voice, "I've been here long enough to get around with out getting lost, I'll manage." She walked slowly away after casting Steven one last fretful glance, and as soon as she had turned the bend, she ran.
"Lord Steven." Aragorn said, "Women can not always take the truth lightly. You are still a young lad, but the advice I give to you is this. The gentler you are, the sooner they forgive and forget."
Boromir nodded in agreement, "And Lady Abigail seems the kind to hold a grudge long and hard. She certainly has one against me for what offence I know not."
Steven sighed; this was going to be long and hard indeed.