A/N: Does anyone even read what I write up here? If anyone does read it,
can you review and tell me that, otherwise I wont bother with it.
Disclaimer, chapter one. Oh, and you might want to check out my bud
rohanshieldbitch's stories, both are funny.
Polly: Kelsey has a laxative in her purse because she has EVRYTHING-she is always prepared. Which is why she had so much luggage on the survey trip. Mwahahaha, make sure your eyes don't fall out! Weird chapter ahead.
RohanShieldBitch: Thanks for the congrats, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU POSTED ANUTTER STORY!!!??? And c'mon, everyone bawled their eyes out! At least admit to tears welling up in your eyes. Plus, this is called fanFICTION, I don't actually carry a laxative in my purse, its FICTION...
Dragonflytwilight: Thanx, I'll tell Jenneva XD
Breck: Yay, politeness! Jk, you know I love you :P. No one wants to miss a sleepy retarded Frodo word! 'Specially one as weird as Gyand-ulf!!
Shadow Faerie of Twilight: Sorry, didn't mean to forget you! I copy and paste my reviews, and I went too fast and it didn't do yours. I'll be more careful from now on, Sorry!(In bold to get recognition from others)Am I forgiven..sniff sniff..
blackbeltchick06: hands cookie Do you know what bbc stands for, my dear? British broadcasting company/channel or something like that. I copy and paste names anyway, so length doesn't matter. Besides, there are others with longer names.... (mwahaha, pun intended, if it shows up...)
hobbitlurver(aka freak): thanx! packs bags and runs away, is wanted in five states now for accidental manslaughter
Chapter Sixteen (My age, yay!)
As the group walked silently after the Lothlorien elves, Carolyn was studying their hair intently. If only she could manage to get it that straight and silky...
Your hair fits your character. Do not try to transform it into something it is not.
"Great, now i'm in a league with Kelsey. Hearing voices in my head. What's next? Carrying laxative in my purse? Carrying anything I might need EVER in my lifetime in my purse?"
"Carolyn, stop mumbling to yourself, you sound like Kelsey," snapped Jenneva.
"Calm down, girls. Lets just get to the liquor and all will be better."
You carry a heavy burden. A child, as well as the care for your companions. Do not let it tame you.
"Hmm, is that Fred or Sally? Or Karl? Voice, what name have I given you?"
No answer.
"Hello? Hmm, they usually answer back.."
"Kelsey, cut it out!" Jenneva wailed.
You are weary. Do not let your fear punish you or your companions. Sad Carolyn: Mental gathering, girls.
Sad Kelsey and Jenneva: What?
S.C: Did you guys hear a voice in your head, giving you advice?
S.J: Yes.
S.K: NO more than usual...
S.C: She told me not to change my hair.
S.J: She told me not to take out my fear on you guys.
S.K: Well, one says go jump off a waterfall, but I never listen to Fred. Sally says time to eat, I listen to her when I'm hungry, but otherwise I ignore her. And Karl says breathe, and I usually obey him, unless I'm feeling peevish, then I don't, but I always fall asleep....
S.C: Never mind.
It is not nice to repeat a private conversation.
Philosophical Kelsey: But how do we know you didn't tell anyone? Since we didn't know whether or not you had, we were entitled to form our own opinion, and since we don't have much faith in people these days, we assumed the worst. So it's not our fault the world we live in-usually- is corrupt. Sorry if we offended you.
S.C: How can you be philosophical at a time like this?
The mental contact was broken by all three girls getting tired from climbing a rather lot of stairs. They finally reached the top, huffing and puffing, and saw the lady they had been conversing with. Awed by her presence, none spoke a word. Well, one was spoken.
"Damn," whispered Jenneva. She was actually glowing. Weird....
Celebron (A/N: Spelling?) started talking, but no one was listening. Everyone's eyes were riveted on the Lady of the Wood.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, tell me, where is Gandalf?"
"He fell."
"Into a pit of death, doom and destruction," added Kelsey solemnly.
Only Celebron (A/N: review and tell spelling...cookie....) heard her, for each member of the fellowship was getting a personal greeting from Galadriel. She spoke, after a minute.
"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and you will fail. Too the doom of all of Middle Earth." (A/N: Something like that)
The group was led away to a sleeping area, with beds. Real beds. With sheets and blankest. And a pillow. Ah, Jenneva remembered what a pillow was. Not what was it used for, again? Sleeping, that was it.
"Okay, guys," said Kelsey decisively. "Let's get drunk."
The girls headed for what appeared to be an eating area. There was no one present, so they snuck into the kitchen. Again, no one was there. Looking around, the girls spotted some barrels.
Flour.
They continued to look, and found some more barrels.
Oil. Damnit.
Galadriel, a little help, perhaps? Thought Carolyn, really hard.
There's no need to shout. To your left is a door leading to a cellar. Try the barrel marked with a G, it's my personal stock, aged 16 years. The same as you.
Thanks. She thought, trying not to shout. How did you mentally shout, anyway?...
The girls headed down to the cellar, and screamed when they found the dark room already inhabited.
Who is the stranger? Will he stop them from drowning their sorrows? Why would Galadriel help the girls get drunk? Review and I'll tell...if you ask!
Polly: Kelsey has a laxative in her purse because she has EVRYTHING-she is always prepared. Which is why she had so much luggage on the survey trip. Mwahahaha, make sure your eyes don't fall out! Weird chapter ahead.
RohanShieldBitch: Thanks for the congrats, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU POSTED ANUTTER STORY!!!??? And c'mon, everyone bawled their eyes out! At least admit to tears welling up in your eyes. Plus, this is called fanFICTION, I don't actually carry a laxative in my purse, its FICTION...
Dragonflytwilight: Thanx, I'll tell Jenneva XD
Breck: Yay, politeness! Jk, you know I love you :P. No one wants to miss a sleepy retarded Frodo word! 'Specially one as weird as Gyand-ulf!!
Shadow Faerie of Twilight: Sorry, didn't mean to forget you! I copy and paste my reviews, and I went too fast and it didn't do yours. I'll be more careful from now on, Sorry!(In bold to get recognition from others)Am I forgiven..sniff sniff..
blackbeltchick06: hands cookie Do you know what bbc stands for, my dear? British broadcasting company/channel or something like that. I copy and paste names anyway, so length doesn't matter. Besides, there are others with longer names.... (mwahaha, pun intended, if it shows up...)
hobbitlurver(aka freak): thanx! packs bags and runs away, is wanted in five states now for accidental manslaughter
Chapter Sixteen (My age, yay!)
As the group walked silently after the Lothlorien elves, Carolyn was studying their hair intently. If only she could manage to get it that straight and silky...
Your hair fits your character. Do not try to transform it into something it is not.
"Great, now i'm in a league with Kelsey. Hearing voices in my head. What's next? Carrying laxative in my purse? Carrying anything I might need EVER in my lifetime in my purse?"
"Carolyn, stop mumbling to yourself, you sound like Kelsey," snapped Jenneva.
"Calm down, girls. Lets just get to the liquor and all will be better."
You carry a heavy burden. A child, as well as the care for your companions. Do not let it tame you.
"Hmm, is that Fred or Sally? Or Karl? Voice, what name have I given you?"
No answer.
"Hello? Hmm, they usually answer back.."
"Kelsey, cut it out!" Jenneva wailed.
You are weary. Do not let your fear punish you or your companions. Sad Carolyn: Mental gathering, girls.
Sad Kelsey and Jenneva: What?
S.C: Did you guys hear a voice in your head, giving you advice?
S.J: Yes.
S.K: NO more than usual...
S.C: She told me not to change my hair.
S.J: She told me not to take out my fear on you guys.
S.K: Well, one says go jump off a waterfall, but I never listen to Fred. Sally says time to eat, I listen to her when I'm hungry, but otherwise I ignore her. And Karl says breathe, and I usually obey him, unless I'm feeling peevish, then I don't, but I always fall asleep....
S.C: Never mind.
It is not nice to repeat a private conversation.
Philosophical Kelsey: But how do we know you didn't tell anyone? Since we didn't know whether or not you had, we were entitled to form our own opinion, and since we don't have much faith in people these days, we assumed the worst. So it's not our fault the world we live in-usually- is corrupt. Sorry if we offended you.
S.C: How can you be philosophical at a time like this?
The mental contact was broken by all three girls getting tired from climbing a rather lot of stairs. They finally reached the top, huffing and puffing, and saw the lady they had been conversing with. Awed by her presence, none spoke a word. Well, one was spoken.
"Damn," whispered Jenneva. She was actually glowing. Weird....
Celebron (A/N: Spelling?) started talking, but no one was listening. Everyone's eyes were riveted on the Lady of the Wood.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, tell me, where is Gandalf?"
"He fell."
"Into a pit of death, doom and destruction," added Kelsey solemnly.
Only Celebron (A/N: review and tell spelling...cookie....) heard her, for each member of the fellowship was getting a personal greeting from Galadriel. She spoke, after a minute.
"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and you will fail. Too the doom of all of Middle Earth." (A/N: Something like that)
The group was led away to a sleeping area, with beds. Real beds. With sheets and blankest. And a pillow. Ah, Jenneva remembered what a pillow was. Not what was it used for, again? Sleeping, that was it.
"Okay, guys," said Kelsey decisively. "Let's get drunk."
The girls headed for what appeared to be an eating area. There was no one present, so they snuck into the kitchen. Again, no one was there. Looking around, the girls spotted some barrels.
Flour.
They continued to look, and found some more barrels.
Oil. Damnit.
Galadriel, a little help, perhaps? Thought Carolyn, really hard.
There's no need to shout. To your left is a door leading to a cellar. Try the barrel marked with a G, it's my personal stock, aged 16 years. The same as you.
Thanks. She thought, trying not to shout. How did you mentally shout, anyway?...
The girls headed down to the cellar, and screamed when they found the dark room already inhabited.
Who is the stranger? Will he stop them from drowning their sorrows? Why would Galadriel help the girls get drunk? Review and I'll tell...if you ask!