Confused? So am I.
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Alrighty, I'm back again, with the long-awaited third chapter! Don't worry, MarySue-Haters, she isn't going to become the tenth member of the Fellowship, woo! She IS, on the other hand...well, you'll see!
By the way, I'm following the movie version, but I'm using the book's appendices to help me with the dates. If I make a mistake, review me and tell me about it, I'll fix it as soon as I can.
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December 25
It's nighttime. And a full moon, so I can see what I'm writing. Then again, Fallanér's being a sweetie and lighting me a candle.
Yeah, you heard me. Fallanér's here. So are the others, my other friends. Apparently, I've been talking about nothing but the Fellowship and how awesome it would be to follow them, so they decided to surprise me by taking me to follow them. Little did they know (except Lilaïn, who's now my best friend, had a pretty good hunch that I'd try to go myself) that I was already planning that.
Smart chick. Not that I was giving out the subtlest hints I could, there was no subtlety in them at all. Psh.
So they followed me. They cornered my three (yeah, I'm ashamed, three) pack- laden horses and I. Confronted me.
"You can't go, you could be killed!"
"You can hardly lift that sword, let alone wield!"
"I can't believe you were this reckless!"
"YOU WERE GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT ME?!?!?!"
Lëriulòn, Tûlcon, and Fallanér were, of course, concerned for my safety (and sanity) but Lilaïn was hurt that I tried to leave her out. Sorry, Snow White, but I'd lose you on Caradhras.
I shrugged. "Aren't YOU the least bit curious about their mission?"
Tûlcon nodded fiercely, so I knew I had two supporters so far. Now to convince the others...
But, to my utter disappointment, Fallanér and Lëriulòn looked unimpressed. "Sorry," Lëriulòn smirked, "but we aren't in the mood for a suicide mission. Plus, Lilaïn, you know what Mother said...we can't leave. We're going...to the Valinor."
The Valinor. It seemed familiar. Where had I heard it? I wondered. Then I remembered. That's that place where... "Isn't that where elves go to...er, die? Or, like, isn't that their Heaven?"
"That is our peace. That is the Undying Lands. If an elf does not pass into the Halls of Mandos, dead like a mortal, we sail across the Sea and spend the rest of forever in the land of eternal spring and summer." Fallanér looked more serious than I had ever seen him. Lëriulòn added, "And because we have no hope for Man and their war against the Dark Lord, we are fleeing to the Valinor in one mortal year."
"What?!" Lilaïn suddenly had tears in her eyes. "Mum...she never told me that!"
Lëriulòn inhaled sharply. "She...she didn't?!"
I sensed that this, while very interesting, was not the time for me to get them to go with me on my death wish-mission. This was one hell of a family- talk moment, so I backed out and hid behind a pony.
After about half an hour, (most of which, I was asleep) they all decided to help me. Lilaïn refuses to leave my side for anything, Lëriulòn refuses to leave his little sister, Tûlcon wants to go because danger equals awesome in his teenage (sort of) mind, and Fallanér's going because Lëriulòn is his best friend. Plus, they ALL want to stay in Middle-earth for longer, they don't want to go to the Valinor and therefore, are running away.
Woohoo, I'm a bad influence!
So anyway, here we are, camped faaaaar away from the Fellowship, but we know that they've stopped to rest, since the hobbits certainly aren't used to this traveling deal yet.
Writing softer, and I have to close up, Lilaïn's curled up next to me and is trying to fall asleep, and my quill scratching is keeping her up.
P.S: Noticing less splatters? Good! I'm getting better at this ink thing, and seriously getting into this elvish script stuff. Looks pretty, I can't believe I'm writing this (and reading it too!)
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December 30
Midnight or something...
Ugh...why didn't I bring my copy of the books?! WHYYYY??? It would have made life easier...if I had it, I would be able to check, gee, where's the Fellowship? How far away are they? Is it safe to light a campfire yet, 'cause I'm FREEZING! And of course, the ever-useful, WHEN DO WE GET TO GO HOME?!?!?! I wish I'd brought my books...
Actually, I wish I'd brought ANY books, because riding for hours at a time is really starting to bug me. Oh well, we're better off than the Fellowship, HA, they have to walk. This still sucks though. I can't believe I thought it'd be all fun and games. Oh yeah, woohoo, I get to ride for hours and hours and HOURS every single day with nothing to say (and trust me, conversation goes stale after the first hour or five of the first DAY) or do or ANYTHING.
We sit on the horses. We ride. And ride. And ride some more. If the others sense that, hey, we're getting too close, they could spot us, then we stop and either make camp if the Fellowship is, or we wait for three hours minimum (ugh! HOURS!) until the Fellowship is out of sight again.
I miss my DVD player. And my TiVo. And my computer. NO INTERNET!
I don't really miss my family all that much though. I wonder if they even know I'm gone? Did time stop back home, so that when (if?) I get back, no time will have gone by? Or are the police searching everywhere for the tiniest clue as to where I've vanished? Does anyone even care at all?
Of course they do, I mean, a girl can't go missing and have NO-ONE notice. My schoolteachers, my parents, my brother—someone's bound to sit up and think, Hey, where's that really annoying artist chick?
Right?
I'm such a complainer. I should really stop.
Candle dying, 'night.
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January 9
We've stopped for a while, the Fellowship is on Caradhras now. Sorry guys (they wanted to follow them) but I KNOW that we shouldn't follow them to THAT route.
"But this was YOUR idea, to follow them!" Tûlcon griped. Sorry pal, but you aren't gonna want to be on that mountain in a few days.
"Then we'll follow them OFF the mountain."
Why bother when we can beat them to their destination? Eh? Tell me, why?
"..."
Exactly.
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January 13
HAHA, Tûlcon, what'd I tell you? See that avalance? Yeah? We would've DIED, had I not stopped us. Oh yeah, I saved the day. Now, what'll you do for me, O Willing Slave?
"You're deluded, you know that? Absolutely mental."
Yeah, but I saved your ass.
"...Beside the point."
Oh, fuck off a cliff and die, Tûlcon. You owe me and you know it.
Anyway, we're hiding in Moria. Yep, I did indeed say "in" as in "inside" the Mines of Hell—er, Moria. I know the password, after all, and I know that if we're VERY good and quiet, the orcs'll stay away from us. At least until the Fellowship—
They're here!
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January 18
Ohhhhhhh my God. Okay, anyone who says that it'd be easy or at least not super-hard to just stand by and watch Gandalf fall, even though you know he's coming back, must be crazy. Because it's not.
Ohhh is it ever NOT. NOT easy. VERY not easy.
Okay, tell...right, I'll tell now...
Okay, after the Fellowship arrived in, I realized that hey, you know, we're caught and screwed over a few billion times if we don't get our asses out of their way. So away we go, while they're fighting the Watcher in the Water. BOYYYYY was that set of stairs ever hard to get the horses up. But we managed (DON'T ask me how, apparently Elven horses defy all laws of physics and logic) and ran past Balin's tomb, through those huge halls that impressed Sam so very very much, across that thin scary bridge and out of Moria. Woohoo for us, but I think Legolas might have heard the horses' hooves on the stone...damn dwarves and their obsession with rocks. So we're out. Joy.
But I really REALLY wanna see the Fellowship again, and watch Gandalf vs. the Balrog LIVE!
Boy, was that dumb.
We watch helplessly as the coolest old guy in the world falls to in inevitable doom. Sure, I know he'll be back, but the others don't, and I don't know if I should tell them. Would it affect the future? I mean, they aren't in the original plot of the movie or the books, so technically, it shouldn't matter whether they know or not.
Legolas, I'm very certain, now knows that at least SOMEone is following them, and it isn't Gollum he's thinking of. Lilaïn screamed as Gandalf fell, but only Legolas gave any signs of hearing, everyone else was too busy looking shocked or being scared or being Frodo and shouting "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. Legolas, on the other hand, dragged Gimli out of there, while looking around suspiciously, paying a lot of attention to a few metres away from the exit, which is probably where he thought Lilaïn's scream had come from.
Fallanér, suddenly, realized that they're all coming RIGHT AT US, and if we don't HIDE, then we're screwed for sure. So we jump on the horses and bolt towards Lothlorien. These horses ROCK like no other, because it took us a day to get to Lothlorien (we did ride a little at night too though) while it would take the Fellowship way longer. Thankfully, Haldir's brother Rumil knew Lëriulòn's and Lilaïn's parents, so we were allowed inside. Sad for me, but no Galadriel-summons to her awesome mirror. To her I guess I'm just another regular elf chick. Damn, doesn't she know? What about that all- seeing mirror thing?
Oh well. Would've been cool to look into it, though.
So here we are. In Lothlorien. The coolest fucking Elf-city in, well, everywhere. And what are we supposed to do?
Sit and wait.
WAIT?! For the Fellowship to find out we've been tracking them for ages?! I think not!
...I'll pretend I'm a Lorien Elf. Can't be THAT hard.
Ah well.
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Woohoo! Another chapter up! Longest one so far, too!
Now for reviewer thank-yous!!!
Almost Funny – ::Takes sticker:: Oooh....SHINEY! Thanks! I'm updating, I'm updating!! Pleeeeeease don't turn Frodo into something Gollum-y with...beautiful blonde hair...er...actually... ::resists urge to huggle the blonde-Frodo-Gollum thing:: And...this chapter's baked goods gift for reviewing is... ::whips out a basket of something:: CUPCAKES!!! Here, have a cupcake! ::hands you a cupcake with green frosting::
ErendisJ – Yes, the color thing was a mistake on my part, but I did it on purpose. I figure that Lëriulòn (the one with the messed-up color scheme) just has lighter hair and eyes because his mother's disease just barely skimmed him while she was pregnant with him, before hitting poor Lilaïn full-on (I also know that Elves don't get sick, but this plays into the plot later.) That's why Lilaïn's practically an albino, sort of. And I'm glad you're being seriously Tolkien-fact, we need more people like that here! Glad you liked the muffin too! Here, have a cupcake this time! ::Hands you a cupcake with blue frosting::
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Just a warning, people...
Okay, before I even posted this fic, I had three chapters written already. Well, this is the third chapter...I have to write the rest!! So there's going to be a gap between updates now, and I'm really sorry. I just didn't expect such good reviews, since it is kind of Mary-Sue-ish (I think so at least). I should be back and updating in about a week or so, but try not to hold me to that. Thanks for being so awesome and reading (and hopefully, reviewing) this fic!
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Alrighty, I'm back again, with the long-awaited third chapter! Don't worry, MarySue-Haters, she isn't going to become the tenth member of the Fellowship, woo! She IS, on the other hand...well, you'll see!
By the way, I'm following the movie version, but I'm using the book's appendices to help me with the dates. If I make a mistake, review me and tell me about it, I'll fix it as soon as I can.
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December 25
It's nighttime. And a full moon, so I can see what I'm writing. Then again, Fallanér's being a sweetie and lighting me a candle.
Yeah, you heard me. Fallanér's here. So are the others, my other friends. Apparently, I've been talking about nothing but the Fellowship and how awesome it would be to follow them, so they decided to surprise me by taking me to follow them. Little did they know (except Lilaïn, who's now my best friend, had a pretty good hunch that I'd try to go myself) that I was already planning that.
Smart chick. Not that I was giving out the subtlest hints I could, there was no subtlety in them at all. Psh.
So they followed me. They cornered my three (yeah, I'm ashamed, three) pack- laden horses and I. Confronted me.
"You can't go, you could be killed!"
"You can hardly lift that sword, let alone wield!"
"I can't believe you were this reckless!"
"YOU WERE GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT ME?!?!?!"
Lëriulòn, Tûlcon, and Fallanér were, of course, concerned for my safety (and sanity) but Lilaïn was hurt that I tried to leave her out. Sorry, Snow White, but I'd lose you on Caradhras.
I shrugged. "Aren't YOU the least bit curious about their mission?"
Tûlcon nodded fiercely, so I knew I had two supporters so far. Now to convince the others...
But, to my utter disappointment, Fallanér and Lëriulòn looked unimpressed. "Sorry," Lëriulòn smirked, "but we aren't in the mood for a suicide mission. Plus, Lilaïn, you know what Mother said...we can't leave. We're going...to the Valinor."
The Valinor. It seemed familiar. Where had I heard it? I wondered. Then I remembered. That's that place where... "Isn't that where elves go to...er, die? Or, like, isn't that their Heaven?"
"That is our peace. That is the Undying Lands. If an elf does not pass into the Halls of Mandos, dead like a mortal, we sail across the Sea and spend the rest of forever in the land of eternal spring and summer." Fallanér looked more serious than I had ever seen him. Lëriulòn added, "And because we have no hope for Man and their war against the Dark Lord, we are fleeing to the Valinor in one mortal year."
"What?!" Lilaïn suddenly had tears in her eyes. "Mum...she never told me that!"
Lëriulòn inhaled sharply. "She...she didn't?!"
I sensed that this, while very interesting, was not the time for me to get them to go with me on my death wish-mission. This was one hell of a family- talk moment, so I backed out and hid behind a pony.
After about half an hour, (most of which, I was asleep) they all decided to help me. Lilaïn refuses to leave my side for anything, Lëriulòn refuses to leave his little sister, Tûlcon wants to go because danger equals awesome in his teenage (sort of) mind, and Fallanér's going because Lëriulòn is his best friend. Plus, they ALL want to stay in Middle-earth for longer, they don't want to go to the Valinor and therefore, are running away.
Woohoo, I'm a bad influence!
So anyway, here we are, camped faaaaar away from the Fellowship, but we know that they've stopped to rest, since the hobbits certainly aren't used to this traveling deal yet.
Writing softer, and I have to close up, Lilaïn's curled up next to me and is trying to fall asleep, and my quill scratching is keeping her up.
P.S: Noticing less splatters? Good! I'm getting better at this ink thing, and seriously getting into this elvish script stuff. Looks pretty, I can't believe I'm writing this (and reading it too!)
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December 30
Midnight or something...
Ugh...why didn't I bring my copy of the books?! WHYYYY??? It would have made life easier...if I had it, I would be able to check, gee, where's the Fellowship? How far away are they? Is it safe to light a campfire yet, 'cause I'm FREEZING! And of course, the ever-useful, WHEN DO WE GET TO GO HOME?!?!?! I wish I'd brought my books...
Actually, I wish I'd brought ANY books, because riding for hours at a time is really starting to bug me. Oh well, we're better off than the Fellowship, HA, they have to walk. This still sucks though. I can't believe I thought it'd be all fun and games. Oh yeah, woohoo, I get to ride for hours and hours and HOURS every single day with nothing to say (and trust me, conversation goes stale after the first hour or five of the first DAY) or do or ANYTHING.
We sit on the horses. We ride. And ride. And ride some more. If the others sense that, hey, we're getting too close, they could spot us, then we stop and either make camp if the Fellowship is, or we wait for three hours minimum (ugh! HOURS!) until the Fellowship is out of sight again.
I miss my DVD player. And my TiVo. And my computer. NO INTERNET!
I don't really miss my family all that much though. I wonder if they even know I'm gone? Did time stop back home, so that when (if?) I get back, no time will have gone by? Or are the police searching everywhere for the tiniest clue as to where I've vanished? Does anyone even care at all?
Of course they do, I mean, a girl can't go missing and have NO-ONE notice. My schoolteachers, my parents, my brother—someone's bound to sit up and think, Hey, where's that really annoying artist chick?
Right?
I'm such a complainer. I should really stop.
Candle dying, 'night.
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January 9
We've stopped for a while, the Fellowship is on Caradhras now. Sorry guys (they wanted to follow them) but I KNOW that we shouldn't follow them to THAT route.
"But this was YOUR idea, to follow them!" Tûlcon griped. Sorry pal, but you aren't gonna want to be on that mountain in a few days.
"Then we'll follow them OFF the mountain."
Why bother when we can beat them to their destination? Eh? Tell me, why?
"..."
Exactly.
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January 13
HAHA, Tûlcon, what'd I tell you? See that avalance? Yeah? We would've DIED, had I not stopped us. Oh yeah, I saved the day. Now, what'll you do for me, O Willing Slave?
"You're deluded, you know that? Absolutely mental."
Yeah, but I saved your ass.
"...Beside the point."
Oh, fuck off a cliff and die, Tûlcon. You owe me and you know it.
Anyway, we're hiding in Moria. Yep, I did indeed say "in" as in "inside" the Mines of Hell—er, Moria. I know the password, after all, and I know that if we're VERY good and quiet, the orcs'll stay away from us. At least until the Fellowship—
They're here!
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January 18
Ohhhhhhh my God. Okay, anyone who says that it'd be easy or at least not super-hard to just stand by and watch Gandalf fall, even though you know he's coming back, must be crazy. Because it's not.
Ohhh is it ever NOT. NOT easy. VERY not easy.
Okay, tell...right, I'll tell now...
Okay, after the Fellowship arrived in, I realized that hey, you know, we're caught and screwed over a few billion times if we don't get our asses out of their way. So away we go, while they're fighting the Watcher in the Water. BOYYYYY was that set of stairs ever hard to get the horses up. But we managed (DON'T ask me how, apparently Elven horses defy all laws of physics and logic) and ran past Balin's tomb, through those huge halls that impressed Sam so very very much, across that thin scary bridge and out of Moria. Woohoo for us, but I think Legolas might have heard the horses' hooves on the stone...damn dwarves and their obsession with rocks. So we're out. Joy.
But I really REALLY wanna see the Fellowship again, and watch Gandalf vs. the Balrog LIVE!
Boy, was that dumb.
We watch helplessly as the coolest old guy in the world falls to in inevitable doom. Sure, I know he'll be back, but the others don't, and I don't know if I should tell them. Would it affect the future? I mean, they aren't in the original plot of the movie or the books, so technically, it shouldn't matter whether they know or not.
Legolas, I'm very certain, now knows that at least SOMEone is following them, and it isn't Gollum he's thinking of. Lilaïn screamed as Gandalf fell, but only Legolas gave any signs of hearing, everyone else was too busy looking shocked or being scared or being Frodo and shouting "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. Legolas, on the other hand, dragged Gimli out of there, while looking around suspiciously, paying a lot of attention to a few metres away from the exit, which is probably where he thought Lilaïn's scream had come from.
Fallanér, suddenly, realized that they're all coming RIGHT AT US, and if we don't HIDE, then we're screwed for sure. So we jump on the horses and bolt towards Lothlorien. These horses ROCK like no other, because it took us a day to get to Lothlorien (we did ride a little at night too though) while it would take the Fellowship way longer. Thankfully, Haldir's brother Rumil knew Lëriulòn's and Lilaïn's parents, so we were allowed inside. Sad for me, but no Galadriel-summons to her awesome mirror. To her I guess I'm just another regular elf chick. Damn, doesn't she know? What about that all- seeing mirror thing?
Oh well. Would've been cool to look into it, though.
So here we are. In Lothlorien. The coolest fucking Elf-city in, well, everywhere. And what are we supposed to do?
Sit and wait.
WAIT?! For the Fellowship to find out we've been tracking them for ages?! I think not!
...I'll pretend I'm a Lorien Elf. Can't be THAT hard.
Ah well.
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Woohoo! Another chapter up! Longest one so far, too!
Now for reviewer thank-yous!!!
Almost Funny – ::Takes sticker:: Oooh....SHINEY! Thanks! I'm updating, I'm updating!! Pleeeeeease don't turn Frodo into something Gollum-y with...beautiful blonde hair...er...actually... ::resists urge to huggle the blonde-Frodo-Gollum thing:: And...this chapter's baked goods gift for reviewing is... ::whips out a basket of something:: CUPCAKES!!! Here, have a cupcake! ::hands you a cupcake with green frosting::
ErendisJ – Yes, the color thing was a mistake on my part, but I did it on purpose. I figure that Lëriulòn (the one with the messed-up color scheme) just has lighter hair and eyes because his mother's disease just barely skimmed him while she was pregnant with him, before hitting poor Lilaïn full-on (I also know that Elves don't get sick, but this plays into the plot later.) That's why Lilaïn's practically an albino, sort of. And I'm glad you're being seriously Tolkien-fact, we need more people like that here! Glad you liked the muffin too! Here, have a cupcake this time! ::Hands you a cupcake with blue frosting::
::Stands on a brightly-lit stage, very serious-looking::
Just a warning, people...
Okay, before I even posted this fic, I had three chapters written already. Well, this is the third chapter...I have to write the rest!! So there's going to be a gap between updates now, and I'm really sorry. I just didn't expect such good reviews, since it is kind of Mary-Sue-ish (I think so at least). I should be back and updating in about a week or so, but try not to hold me to that. Thanks for being so awesome and reading (and hopefully, reviewing) this fic!
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::Suddenly, a single spotlight shines on Merry and Pippin, in outfits complete with top hats, canes, and those weird shoes-and-tux things::
MERRY: Go on, see that PREEEEETTY blue review button? You know you want to review...it's calling for you...it wants to love you and be your friend forever and ever!
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PIPPIN: ::bobbing up and down singing:: it's the review button, button, button!
MERRY: ::also bobbing:: it is a glutton, glutton, glutton!!
PIPPIN: The more reviews, the happier it is, is, is!
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