DISCLAIMER: This story has nothing whatsoever do do with J.R.R. Tolkien's works, or the land of Middle-Earth that he has created.
I apologize for any misleadings that may have happened because of this story's categorization. Unfortunately, it was necessary to submit under the Silmarillion category because both Maglor and Finarfin -- neither of whom I own, by the way -- appear in this story. Anyone else is mine, Mac, Annie, Mr. and Mrs. Llewellyn, Cair, Robi, Dr. Terrano...they're mine.
They awoke with a terrible ache in their head. Mac -- that wasn't their real name, of course; it was what they called the body that hosted them, the body that had once belonged to the girl Annie -- sat up and looked around. They were in a padded white room. Odd, thought the entity that still thought of itself as Annie, even after the girl's myriad muses had taken over her mind completely. How did I get here?
"We don't know," said the entity that thought of itself as Maglor. The elf had originally been invited as a muse -- all of them had been (except Annie). Then they had taken over.
"No, we don't, do we?" replied Annie automatically, so used to talking to Maglor -- and doing it in second person -- that she took no notice of how odd it must sound.
"U, u-nanyer, nanyer?" whispered a soft echo, the entity Finarfin. He would translate everything he possibly could into whatever language he could.
"Oh, shut up," said Annie impatiently.
The body Mac got up, walked over to the walls, and started examining them carefully. The entities -- ten in all -- looked over towards the one of themselves that had control of motor functions, the one that was called Trinculo Cairni. "What are you doing, Cair?" asked the entity known as Robi Seali.
Cair -- as Trinculo was known to his friends -- replied, "We want to get out of here, don't we?"
All the entities nodded. Mac nodded too.
"Well, then we should try to find the door."
Outside the padded room, through speakers attached to hidden microphones, Annie's parents listened totheir daughter andlooked at each other helplessly. Their beloved daughter was no longer herself. Instead, it sounded as if she was one of her "imaginary friends"...people who she could see quite clearly, but who were totally invisible to everyone else...
Annie's father, a man named Frank Llewellyn, asked the psychiatrist, "Can you do anything for her?"
Dr. Terrano shook his head sadly. "She's too far gone. You know, these people, these 'imaginary friends'?"
Annie's parents nodded their heads. "What does that have to do with anything?" asked Della Llewellyn, Annie's mother.
Dr. Terrano sighed. "It sounds as if Annie's body -- and most of her mind -- is under the control of them. To her they are real, to her they have taken over."
THE END...