He slunk under the table and behind the box, not wishing to be found by
this new creature. The smaller one was preoccupied with the arrival of the
other, and now was the perfect time to escape.
He crept toward the door, glancing back at the ajar closet door. The small one was in there, with the two. Where was the Lady? She had run out to turn off that awful noise, but hadn't come back. The Lady surely wouldn't allow the two, and the small one wouldn't last long. Or would it?
He pondered this thought as he slipped into the outer room.
The Lady had held the small one, and the other large one hadn't left yet. But why? It had been this way for so long: him and the Lady, the Lady and him, with occasional visits form the Man. Why change? Well, the one large one wasn't bad. She fed him. But the other large one paid no attention, and the small one was altogether too curious.
Wait, the blue light again! Who is it? Please, not another! No...... It's the Lady! And the Lady's Lady, and the Man! The Lady is back!
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Jete emerged from the portal, half supporting Iddo. Sarah was on the other side, ensuring that he didn't topple. Just before they opened the portal, the wind had kicked up, throwing dust in their faces. Of course, Iddo was allergic to the dust, and was now experiencing a loss of balance.
"Think I can stand on my own now, sweetness, " he told them.
"You sure?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah."
They moved away, and Iddo teetered for a minute. Then he took a step into the air, obviously thinking the floor was higher than it was. Jete let out a small cry as he tipped over and fell flat on his face. Cheeseball darted towards him and sniffed at his hair.
"I'm ok," Iddo said. "Survived worse."
Moon appeared in the doorway as Jete scooped the tola into her arms.
"Oh, Jete. You're...... back."
"Yeah," she replied. "Come help me drag Iddo downstairs."
"Nah, just leave me," he said, turning on his back. "Be fine in a sec."
"OK," Moon said, and darted back into the workroom. Immediately suspicious, Jete quickly followed, just in time to see the girl close the closet door. Jete caught a glimpse of pink, and candle smoke and strains from the LotR soundtrack wafted from the small room.
Jete closed her eyes in despair, realizing that the work had been in vain. Moon was only pretending to get better.
"How could you do this?"
"I-I didn't know you'd be back so soon," Moon stuttered.
"You lied to me!"
"What?" The fangirl looked utterly confused.
"You just pretended to be getting better!" Jete accused. "Hiding it in the closet, laughing at my efforts!"
"No, I—"Moon began, but Jete went on.
"You should never have come here. If that's how it's going to be, just go back to your 'sues!"
"Jete, will you listen to me?" Moon stepped close and lowered her voice. "I have not been pretending. I really have been getting better, just by being here, and I can prove it." She took a deep breath. "My name, my real name, is Eran Hall."
Jete looked skeptically at the closet door.
"I know, I know," Moon, er...... Eran said. "That's...... something else. You have to see for yourself. Please don't be mad," she added as she crept toward the door. Her hand on the doorknob, she lifted her finger to her lips. "Shhh......"
She half opened the door and stepped back for Jete to peer in. What she saw made her gasp.
Filling one end of the closet was a low table draped with a cloth printed with what looked like a view of the Shire. The top was dominated by various lit votive candles, burning incense, a CD player, and a large framed photograph of a brightly smiling Pippin.
Sitting cross-legged on a pink shag rug before the makeshift altar was a teenage girl. She was wearing dark grey capri's, no shoes, and a white tank top with a picture of the hobbit identical to the one on the altar. She had a thick, wild head of short, wavy, deep red hair, and dark eyes above her pixyish nose. She held a thick pillar candle in one hand, and with the other she slowly turned the pages of a photo album. She was staring fixatedly at the pages filled with pictures of Pippin.
Jete stepped back in shock, and Eran closed the door softly.
"She came through just after Sarah left, before the portal closed," Eran explained as they made their way to a workbench. "She calls herself Neselethurest Luminoushire Pipsangelever."
Jete looked at her in amazement.
"How can you remember that?"
Eran shrugged. "Photographic memory. Anyway, she's really bad, as you can see. She won't even let me shorten her name. She really needs help. Please?"
"Does she even want help?"
"Yes. She said she does this," here the girl indicated the closet, "every day at noon, and she gets depressed when she doesn't."
"And she really wants help," Jete clarified. Eran nodded. The ISPCE agent glanced at the closet door and sighed.
"OK."
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As asked, there was another Cheeseball pov. And now you all know Moon's real name. But, evil me, now you have to wonder about Neselethurest Luminoushire Pipsangelever. Ha, ha, ha. I feel powerful.
NOTICE!! TAKE NOTE! NOTE THIS! THIS IS A NOTIFICATION! THIS IS HERE TO NOTIFY YOU! Do I have your attention yet? Good! Ok, Flor_gurl, author of the Fangirl Conversion Society (which is a spin-off of this fic), needs some fangirls and employees/agents for her next chapter. Since she needs them for the very next chapter she writes, she can't tell you herself. So I'm telling you. We are hoping that everyone who reads the Fangirl Conversion Society also reads this. So, if you would like to be one, if you know someone who would like to be one, if you know someone whom you want to press into indentured servant hood, or even if you just know some good names, PLEASE contact Flor_gurl or me, either through reviews or email. Thank you.
Phaidra, I hope you get in. The agents can practically work miracles, and I would hate to see you wasted on fangirldom.
Hiri, that's a good idea...... er, I mean, you're very perceptive. Yes, he does. Though it's not quite so specific, and he needs to have direct contact with the nail polish. He gets a rash from glittery polish, temporary anemia from the quick-dry stuff, and bloody noses from the cheap dollar store polish. The expensive good kinds don't really do anything, except for purple. All purple things make him loose feeling wherever it touches him. Something in the dye I think.
Flor_gurl, well, here's another chapter, as you specified, and I let loose a secret or two. I don't know if you can post now, or if you're still waiting for another secret. Let me know. Yay, good job. Yes, I encourage anyone who thinks she (or he, Eru forbid) is in danger of fangirlitis to apply. It will do a world of good.
He crept toward the door, glancing back at the ajar closet door. The small one was in there, with the two. Where was the Lady? She had run out to turn off that awful noise, but hadn't come back. The Lady surely wouldn't allow the two, and the small one wouldn't last long. Or would it?
He pondered this thought as he slipped into the outer room.
The Lady had held the small one, and the other large one hadn't left yet. But why? It had been this way for so long: him and the Lady, the Lady and him, with occasional visits form the Man. Why change? Well, the one large one wasn't bad. She fed him. But the other large one paid no attention, and the small one was altogether too curious.
Wait, the blue light again! Who is it? Please, not another! No...... It's the Lady! And the Lady's Lady, and the Man! The Lady is back!
_____________________________
Jete emerged from the portal, half supporting Iddo. Sarah was on the other side, ensuring that he didn't topple. Just before they opened the portal, the wind had kicked up, throwing dust in their faces. Of course, Iddo was allergic to the dust, and was now experiencing a loss of balance.
"Think I can stand on my own now, sweetness, " he told them.
"You sure?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah."
They moved away, and Iddo teetered for a minute. Then he took a step into the air, obviously thinking the floor was higher than it was. Jete let out a small cry as he tipped over and fell flat on his face. Cheeseball darted towards him and sniffed at his hair.
"I'm ok," Iddo said. "Survived worse."
Moon appeared in the doorway as Jete scooped the tola into her arms.
"Oh, Jete. You're...... back."
"Yeah," she replied. "Come help me drag Iddo downstairs."
"Nah, just leave me," he said, turning on his back. "Be fine in a sec."
"OK," Moon said, and darted back into the workroom. Immediately suspicious, Jete quickly followed, just in time to see the girl close the closet door. Jete caught a glimpse of pink, and candle smoke and strains from the LotR soundtrack wafted from the small room.
Jete closed her eyes in despair, realizing that the work had been in vain. Moon was only pretending to get better.
"How could you do this?"
"I-I didn't know you'd be back so soon," Moon stuttered.
"You lied to me!"
"What?" The fangirl looked utterly confused.
"You just pretended to be getting better!" Jete accused. "Hiding it in the closet, laughing at my efforts!"
"No, I—"Moon began, but Jete went on.
"You should never have come here. If that's how it's going to be, just go back to your 'sues!"
"Jete, will you listen to me?" Moon stepped close and lowered her voice. "I have not been pretending. I really have been getting better, just by being here, and I can prove it." She took a deep breath. "My name, my real name, is Eran Hall."
Jete looked skeptically at the closet door.
"I know, I know," Moon, er...... Eran said. "That's...... something else. You have to see for yourself. Please don't be mad," she added as she crept toward the door. Her hand on the doorknob, she lifted her finger to her lips. "Shhh......"
She half opened the door and stepped back for Jete to peer in. What she saw made her gasp.
Filling one end of the closet was a low table draped with a cloth printed with what looked like a view of the Shire. The top was dominated by various lit votive candles, burning incense, a CD player, and a large framed photograph of a brightly smiling Pippin.
Sitting cross-legged on a pink shag rug before the makeshift altar was a teenage girl. She was wearing dark grey capri's, no shoes, and a white tank top with a picture of the hobbit identical to the one on the altar. She had a thick, wild head of short, wavy, deep red hair, and dark eyes above her pixyish nose. She held a thick pillar candle in one hand, and with the other she slowly turned the pages of a photo album. She was staring fixatedly at the pages filled with pictures of Pippin.
Jete stepped back in shock, and Eran closed the door softly.
"She came through just after Sarah left, before the portal closed," Eran explained as they made their way to a workbench. "She calls herself Neselethurest Luminoushire Pipsangelever."
Jete looked at her in amazement.
"How can you remember that?"
Eran shrugged. "Photographic memory. Anyway, she's really bad, as you can see. She won't even let me shorten her name. She really needs help. Please?"
"Does she even want help?"
"Yes. She said she does this," here the girl indicated the closet, "every day at noon, and she gets depressed when she doesn't."
"And she really wants help," Jete clarified. Eran nodded. The ISPCE agent glanced at the closet door and sighed.
"OK."
____________________________________________________________________
As asked, there was another Cheeseball pov. And now you all know Moon's real name. But, evil me, now you have to wonder about Neselethurest Luminoushire Pipsangelever. Ha, ha, ha. I feel powerful.
NOTICE!! TAKE NOTE! NOTE THIS! THIS IS A NOTIFICATION! THIS IS HERE TO NOTIFY YOU! Do I have your attention yet? Good! Ok, Flor_gurl, author of the Fangirl Conversion Society (which is a spin-off of this fic), needs some fangirls and employees/agents for her next chapter. Since she needs them for the very next chapter she writes, she can't tell you herself. So I'm telling you. We are hoping that everyone who reads the Fangirl Conversion Society also reads this. So, if you would like to be one, if you know someone who would like to be one, if you know someone whom you want to press into indentured servant hood, or even if you just know some good names, PLEASE contact Flor_gurl or me, either through reviews or email. Thank you.
Phaidra, I hope you get in. The agents can practically work miracles, and I would hate to see you wasted on fangirldom.
Hiri, that's a good idea...... er, I mean, you're very perceptive. Yes, he does. Though it's not quite so specific, and he needs to have direct contact with the nail polish. He gets a rash from glittery polish, temporary anemia from the quick-dry stuff, and bloody noses from the cheap dollar store polish. The expensive good kinds don't really do anything, except for purple. All purple things make him loose feeling wherever it touches him. Something in the dye I think.
Flor_gurl, well, here's another chapter, as you specified, and I let loose a secret or two. I don't know if you can post now, or if you're still waiting for another secret. Let me know. Yay, good job. Yes, I encourage anyone who thinks she (or he, Eru forbid) is in danger of fangirlitis to apply. It will do a world of good.