Deep in the desolation of Smaug, a glimmering blue portal appeared in the
air. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen four girls tumble
out, followed by some sort of strange furry duck. They also would have seen
a small, blond girl slip through the portal the instant before it closed.
Moon, with Jete's blue cloak flung around her shoulders in an effort to
disguise herself, crouched behind rubble and watched as the two girls in
brown cloaks headed north with the platypus. Then, Sarah and the figure in
the lilac cloak turned and walked south. After a few moments of
deliberation, Moon followed the brown-cloaked girls.
It didn't take long to discover that she had chosen correctly. Soon the girls had reached the Wood Elf camp, and had walked smoothly past the guards as if they were invisible. Moon had no such confidence, and only by creeping close to the platypus did she get by.
Within moments, she had lost the group and found herself in the middle of a battle, both sides with an uncanny desire to separate her head from her shoulders. After a bit of dodging she found it easier and less risky to crawl on the ground. She did so, at this point not caring about muddying her clothes as much as staying alive. And finding Legolas, of course.
For that was the reason she had come. She reasoned that what prince would not go into battle with his people? Only an arrogant one, and Legolas was not arrogant. Therefore, he was there someplace.
And that may very well have been, but as Moon crawled through the muck and blood, clutching her Legolas idol and calling his name, she began to lose reason and could not distinguish one elf from another. She slid deeper in the mire, crying, whimpering her idol's name, and wishing she had never left the relative safety of Jete's workroom.
The dull roar faded and Moon looked up. The battle had passed on, and she was lying among corpses, both elven and goblin. Off to her left, she spotted a shimmering blue window. She dragged herself up and stumbled towards the portal, barely making it through. ________________________________________________________________________
Jete looked up from her pacing as footsteps sounded at the doorway. Sarah stood, with a filthy Moon sagging against the doorframe.
"Carrie!" she exclaimed, rushing to the fan girl. "Where were you?"
Before Sarah could comment, Jete answered the unspoken question.
"My cousin. She's visiting, wanted to know what I did. I had no idea she would sneak off. Where was she?"
Sarah scowled.
"She sneaked into the operation with us. She was loose in the Battle of the Five Armies! I trust you will keep a closer eye on your cousin, what was her name?"
"Umm. Carrie."
"And please, inform me of any other visitors. I'll let it go this time."
The techspert glanced darkly around the room once more and stalked off.
"Moon!" Jete exploded quietly. "What in the name of Ilúvatar did you think you were doing!?"
"I- I wanted to see Legolas."
"You wanted to.. ooh... You can't just.. do you think that will help you?"
Moon's eyes brimmed, and tears spilled down her face, streaking through the grime and blood. Jete sighed.
"You better go change and wash up. There's a bathroom over there. I'll bring you something to wear in a bit."
Jete watched the girl head toward the bathroom and ran a hand through her still spiky blue hair. She reflected that she kind of liked the look, and the built in low maintenance of anime hair was very handy. She sighed again and went to find some clothes. ______________________________________________________________________
Ok, I admit it. The first two sentences are not mine. They are the wonderful work of Huinesoron, pulled from his fic, ISPCE. All hail the wonderful, odd people across the ocean who drive on the wrong side of the road.
Malfoyelf, yes, I like it too. I will keep it. And yes, fangirlitis is contagious, but only if you spend quite a bit of time with a fan girl.
Hiri, yes, it is fun. Very fun to write.
Huinesoron, I scared myself with that name. I think it turned out well, as that was the impression it was supposed to give. And thank you for the sentences.
Liliac, yes, I will put in much more LotR. And you'll have to wait to find out those things, though I suppose we will find out her name, as soon as I think of one.
Kittycatblack, thank you ever so much. (Yeah, I know it's short, but hey, so was what you wrote to me. See the correlation?)
Phaidra, Yes, it's too bad, isn't it? But there is a Fangirls Anonymous, now! You have no idea how hard it is to shorten a fan girl's name. As for the others, you'll have to wait and see. (I know, I'm evil, doncha just love me?)
It didn't take long to discover that she had chosen correctly. Soon the girls had reached the Wood Elf camp, and had walked smoothly past the guards as if they were invisible. Moon had no such confidence, and only by creeping close to the platypus did she get by.
Within moments, she had lost the group and found herself in the middle of a battle, both sides with an uncanny desire to separate her head from her shoulders. After a bit of dodging she found it easier and less risky to crawl on the ground. She did so, at this point not caring about muddying her clothes as much as staying alive. And finding Legolas, of course.
For that was the reason she had come. She reasoned that what prince would not go into battle with his people? Only an arrogant one, and Legolas was not arrogant. Therefore, he was there someplace.
And that may very well have been, but as Moon crawled through the muck and blood, clutching her Legolas idol and calling his name, she began to lose reason and could not distinguish one elf from another. She slid deeper in the mire, crying, whimpering her idol's name, and wishing she had never left the relative safety of Jete's workroom.
The dull roar faded and Moon looked up. The battle had passed on, and she was lying among corpses, both elven and goblin. Off to her left, she spotted a shimmering blue window. She dragged herself up and stumbled towards the portal, barely making it through. ________________________________________________________________________
Jete looked up from her pacing as footsteps sounded at the doorway. Sarah stood, with a filthy Moon sagging against the doorframe.
"Carrie!" she exclaimed, rushing to the fan girl. "Where were you?"
Before Sarah could comment, Jete answered the unspoken question.
"My cousin. She's visiting, wanted to know what I did. I had no idea she would sneak off. Where was she?"
Sarah scowled.
"She sneaked into the operation with us. She was loose in the Battle of the Five Armies! I trust you will keep a closer eye on your cousin, what was her name?"
"Umm. Carrie."
"And please, inform me of any other visitors. I'll let it go this time."
The techspert glanced darkly around the room once more and stalked off.
"Moon!" Jete exploded quietly. "What in the name of Ilúvatar did you think you were doing!?"
"I- I wanted to see Legolas."
"You wanted to.. ooh... You can't just.. do you think that will help you?"
Moon's eyes brimmed, and tears spilled down her face, streaking through the grime and blood. Jete sighed.
"You better go change and wash up. There's a bathroom over there. I'll bring you something to wear in a bit."
Jete watched the girl head toward the bathroom and ran a hand through her still spiky blue hair. She reflected that she kind of liked the look, and the built in low maintenance of anime hair was very handy. She sighed again and went to find some clothes. ______________________________________________________________________
Ok, I admit it. The first two sentences are not mine. They are the wonderful work of Huinesoron, pulled from his fic, ISPCE. All hail the wonderful, odd people across the ocean who drive on the wrong side of the road.
Malfoyelf, yes, I like it too. I will keep it. And yes, fangirlitis is contagious, but only if you spend quite a bit of time with a fan girl.
Hiri, yes, it is fun. Very fun to write.
Huinesoron, I scared myself with that name. I think it turned out well, as that was the impression it was supposed to give. And thank you for the sentences.
Liliac, yes, I will put in much more LotR. And you'll have to wait to find out those things, though I suppose we will find out her name, as soon as I think of one.
Kittycatblack, thank you ever so much. (Yeah, I know it's short, but hey, so was what you wrote to me. See the correlation?)
Phaidra, Yes, it's too bad, isn't it? But there is a Fangirls Anonymous, now! You have no idea how hard it is to shorten a fan girl's name. As for the others, you'll have to wait and see. (I know, I'm evil, doncha just love me?)