Story that is a story that shall remain nameless
I can't spill.
ï£Copy rite 2004
ï£ Copy rite 2004
A/N: This is suppose to be a serious story telling peoples about needs and wants OK . Read & Review. May seem crunchish but it isn't.
Disclaimer: I OWN LOTR ( Lawyers with a load of nasty looking documents approaching ) (laugh weakly) JUST KIDDING I DON'T.
COCKPIT
Her blonde flyaway hair hung about her flushed face. Eowyn grabbed the mic from the dash. "This is Bowing 747, air force 1. Conditions fine permission to fly." If any one had been with her, they would have probably pointed out that she was talking into her hairbrush... and the fact that they were already 1000 metres in the air. But no one was there to tell the blonde, to busy sulking.
2 Hours later.....
Something that vaguely resembled tomato soup (with extra pepper) flew past the window. "ahh Huston, we have a problem. I think were flying in the middle of a pea soup storm. We are going n for emergency landing..........
...No reply. "Funny" she said, not aware she was yet again talking into her brush, and continued to fly into the storm of blood red soup...or something similar. It didn't take long for them to start sneezing.
In Ostria Death and his mate Destruction sat over a pint of beer, or to put it more correctly several. (Not that they were drunk or anything.) Glancing up at the sky to what seemed to be a giant bird red bird, looping the loop.
"Hic...I bet ya five whole cents that that birds gonna crash" said Death. Death had an annoying habit of being rite...of course that was in the job description.
Many people would argue that Death and Destruction weren't human and strictly speaking they weren't. They were Immortals but humans had a nasty habit of thinking they were gods. Who ever heard of a tipsy god? Death was often confused with his brother the Grim Reaper whilst Destruction was stuck with a pink tutu, a pair of wings and extremely hairy legs. The fates had always spat at him. They were his sisters after all. In their younger years at Hades Academy he and Death had been quite attached (despite his appearance) to each other and had remained friends thou out their lives. Or rather lack of lives.
The bird span crazily out of control as its nose dipped straight towards the Ocean The Ocean is the King of the Ocean. It is superior to all...er KNOWLEDGE and fear. Strictly speaking that is a lie. The Ocean gave a terrified squeak (don't ask) and retreated to the northern hemisphere letting the sopping Tomato-soup-with-extra-pepper plane crash unceremoniously into the bodies of Jelly Fish who didn't manage to escape the wrath of the plane a.k.a bird.
Legolas was in the shower when the plane crashed (He was wearing breeches so stop drooling.) and was thrown to the ground. A trickle of sticky liquid trickled down his face. He lept to his feet and felt for a mirror. It was only then that he realized that the light was smashed and was virtually unable to admire his reflection. The room shuddered as he screamed and when he was tired of screaming, curled up in fetal position sobbing. The shard of broken mirror lay forgotten in the depth of his pocket.
