Chapter 3
by
angelinhell
angelinhell: And, we're back!
evilemmylou: *waves*
angelinhell: *shrugs* Anyway, I'm back, at least, and it looks like I'm going to be forced to write the third chapter.
ririchan: Didn't take much.
angelinhell: *glares* Shut up.
evilemmylou: She is right, you-
angelinhell: *glares harder*
evilemmylou: *quails under angelinhell's gaze* Never mind.
laaanessness: Can we get on with the frickin story already? I mean, we've been standing around talking for what, five minutes already?
angelinhell: What, you're so engrossed you can't wait for an update?
laaanessness: While your writing style does leave something to be desired-
angelinhell: *fumes silently*
laaanessness: -you write killer cliffhangers. Which would cause me to kill you- if you weren't the only person who knew how the story ends.
angelinhell: Bwaha.
laaanessness: Correct. Bwaha. Continue with the story.
angelinhell: Fine. *to all her adoring fans* She doesn't mean it, guys-
Adoring fans: *realize that they are figments of angelinhell's crazy imagination, bop her on the head, and dissipate*
angelinhell: Ow. Anyway, I don't own LOTR. *cracks knuckles* Let's go.
* * * * * *
"What is it, Arwen?" Elrond asked.
"I've just come from the river. Frodo is hurt and needs your help."
"Who?"
"The Halfling who carries the Ring."
Elrond stood up. "Then by all means, let us go." He motioned to the four girls. Arwen stared surreptitiously at them. Morgan gave her a large grin and she stopped, racing down the passageway after her father.
"What happened?" the elf asked as they continued down the hall.
"They were fighting Nazgûl on the Amon Sûl and one stabbed him."
"Did the blade disintegrate as it was used or after?" Morgan asked quickly.
Arwen looked at her strangely. "As it was used, I think. Why?"
But the girl just shook her head and ran faster down the hallway. Finally they arrived in the room where the hobbit was. He twisted and moaned with every breath, but Morgan lost no time.
"Beth. Magnet."
"But my mother-"
"Beth, which is more important- your bruise or this?" Morgan voice was so harsh that the other girl was frightened. She handed over the therapeutic magnet.
Morgan moved it over and around the wound. Once Elrond asked her what she was doing, but was answered only with an upheld hand and the words "I'll explain later."
Soon small black particles were flying to meet the magnet. Frodo gasped as each fragment left his skin, but Morgan never let up. Finally, when she had held the magnet for over three minutes and it was covered with blade slivers, his eyes turned nearly colorless and closed.
Elrond wordlessly began to work. Morgan stepped back and left the room, closely followed by the three other girls.
"What was that about?" Autumn asked as soon as they were out.
"Yeah, Mor, I don't get it," Alli agreed.
"I want my magnet back," Beth said sullenly, and was soon silenced by the other two.
Morgan handed the magnet back to her friend (after brushing the black fragments into her hand and shoving those into a pocket) and commenced her explanation.
"When the blade disintegrated, it left bits of Nazgûl blade in the wound. If Elrond had left them in, any dark being within twenty yards would have had a huge effect on him."
"Like what, knocked him out?" Autumn asked.
"I don't know exactly, but it definitely would not be pleasant."
Autumn and Alli nodded. Beth looked around and spotted someone coming closer. She pointed it out to the other three, and they watched as the tall, grey figure drew closer.
It was an old man, dressed in grey robes and with a long whitish beard. He carried a staff and there was a small downy brown feather in his messy hair.
"Where is he? Is he alright?"
No one asked who he was talking about- Morgan silently pointed into the room. He followed her indication without another word.
There was a brief, semi-awkward silence. Then Alli commented, "I didn't know he showed up so damn early."
Unspoken consent rang through the hallway.
"I'm going to go see if I can find something interesting to do. Want to come?" Beth asked. "Anyone?"
Alli and Autumn elected to go, but Morgan declined. "I'll just stay here." She found a convenient tree and climbed into it.
"You sure you'll be fine?" Autumn asked warily, but Morgan only smiled.
* * * * * *
"So I'd guess it was some sort of universal collision," the man said. "Do you think you can duplicate it?"
Sauron reached out with his mind and touched the other world, so close and yet so far. "I could. Why would I want to?"
"My colleagues- they could easily be persuaded to help you- and I doubt I can work very quickly on my own."
The Dark Lord thought for a minute, then agreed. "I will make this collision." He reached in, took the man's memories of the people he wanted with him, and withdrew.
The scientist shivered. *I'm never going to get used to that,* he thought silently, then turned back to the gun-type nuclear bomb he was constructing. Now, if he could just get the proper isotope of uranium...
* * * * * *
angelinhell: Well, that was fun.
evilemmylou: So what happens next?
angelinhell: You, know, I'm not quite sure. I'll need a little help from my friends.
laaanessness: *whacks angelinhell*
angelinhell: What?
laaanessness: Show-off.
angelinhell: But I'm serious about that, if you have any ideas feel free to tell me- I'm dead as far as ideas go right now.
ririchan: Help her, please Please PLEASE!!!! I want to read more and I bet you do too.
angelinhell: Don't flatter me.
evilemmylou: I certainly won't. See ya later, kiddos!
angelinhell: Bye!
angelinhell: And, we're back!
evilemmylou: *waves*
angelinhell: *shrugs* Anyway, I'm back, at least, and it looks like I'm going to be forced to write the third chapter.
ririchan: Didn't take much.
angelinhell: *glares* Shut up.
evilemmylou: She is right, you-
angelinhell: *glares harder*
evilemmylou: *quails under angelinhell's gaze* Never mind.
laaanessness: Can we get on with the frickin story already? I mean, we've been standing around talking for what, five minutes already?
angelinhell: What, you're so engrossed you can't wait for an update?
laaanessness: While your writing style does leave something to be desired-
angelinhell: *fumes silently*
laaanessness: -you write killer cliffhangers. Which would cause me to kill you- if you weren't the only person who knew how the story ends.
angelinhell: Bwaha.
laaanessness: Correct. Bwaha. Continue with the story.
angelinhell: Fine. *to all her adoring fans* She doesn't mean it, guys-
Adoring fans: *realize that they are figments of angelinhell's crazy imagination, bop her on the head, and dissipate*
angelinhell: Ow. Anyway, I don't own LOTR. *cracks knuckles* Let's go.
* * * * * *
"What is it, Arwen?" Elrond asked.
"I've just come from the river. Frodo is hurt and needs your help."
"Who?"
"The Halfling who carries the Ring."
Elrond stood up. "Then by all means, let us go." He motioned to the four girls. Arwen stared surreptitiously at them. Morgan gave her a large grin and she stopped, racing down the passageway after her father.
"What happened?" the elf asked as they continued down the hall.
"They were fighting Nazgûl on the Amon Sûl and one stabbed him."
"Did the blade disintegrate as it was used or after?" Morgan asked quickly.
Arwen looked at her strangely. "As it was used, I think. Why?"
But the girl just shook her head and ran faster down the hallway. Finally they arrived in the room where the hobbit was. He twisted and moaned with every breath, but Morgan lost no time.
"Beth. Magnet."
"But my mother-"
"Beth, which is more important- your bruise or this?" Morgan voice was so harsh that the other girl was frightened. She handed over the therapeutic magnet.
Morgan moved it over and around the wound. Once Elrond asked her what she was doing, but was answered only with an upheld hand and the words "I'll explain later."
Soon small black particles were flying to meet the magnet. Frodo gasped as each fragment left his skin, but Morgan never let up. Finally, when she had held the magnet for over three minutes and it was covered with blade slivers, his eyes turned nearly colorless and closed.
Elrond wordlessly began to work. Morgan stepped back and left the room, closely followed by the three other girls.
"What was that about?" Autumn asked as soon as they were out.
"Yeah, Mor, I don't get it," Alli agreed.
"I want my magnet back," Beth said sullenly, and was soon silenced by the other two.
Morgan handed the magnet back to her friend (after brushing the black fragments into her hand and shoving those into a pocket) and commenced her explanation.
"When the blade disintegrated, it left bits of Nazgûl blade in the wound. If Elrond had left them in, any dark being within twenty yards would have had a huge effect on him."
"Like what, knocked him out?" Autumn asked.
"I don't know exactly, but it definitely would not be pleasant."
Autumn and Alli nodded. Beth looked around and spotted someone coming closer. She pointed it out to the other three, and they watched as the tall, grey figure drew closer.
It was an old man, dressed in grey robes and with a long whitish beard. He carried a staff and there was a small downy brown feather in his messy hair.
"Where is he? Is he alright?"
No one asked who he was talking about- Morgan silently pointed into the room. He followed her indication without another word.
There was a brief, semi-awkward silence. Then Alli commented, "I didn't know he showed up so damn early."
Unspoken consent rang through the hallway.
"I'm going to go see if I can find something interesting to do. Want to come?" Beth asked. "Anyone?"
Alli and Autumn elected to go, but Morgan declined. "I'll just stay here." She found a convenient tree and climbed into it.
"You sure you'll be fine?" Autumn asked warily, but Morgan only smiled.
* * * * * *
"So I'd guess it was some sort of universal collision," the man said. "Do you think you can duplicate it?"
Sauron reached out with his mind and touched the other world, so close and yet so far. "I could. Why would I want to?"
"My colleagues- they could easily be persuaded to help you- and I doubt I can work very quickly on my own."
The Dark Lord thought for a minute, then agreed. "I will make this collision." He reached in, took the man's memories of the people he wanted with him, and withdrew.
The scientist shivered. *I'm never going to get used to that,* he thought silently, then turned back to the gun-type nuclear bomb he was constructing. Now, if he could just get the proper isotope of uranium...
* * * * * *
angelinhell: Well, that was fun.
evilemmylou: So what happens next?
angelinhell: You, know, I'm not quite sure. I'll need a little help from my friends.
laaanessness: *whacks angelinhell*
angelinhell: What?
laaanessness: Show-off.
angelinhell: But I'm serious about that, if you have any ideas feel free to tell me- I'm dead as far as ideas go right now.
ririchan: Help her, please Please PLEASE!!!! I want to read more and I bet you do too.
angelinhell: Don't flatter me.
evilemmylou: I certainly won't. See ya later, kiddos!
angelinhell: Bye!