I do not own any of the people who come from books or movies. I do own Aut, though, and if someone named Trinculo Cairni shows up, along with Aramirel Merde (or Cairni) and Robi Seali I own him too. (he's actually one of my two "pet guys" and he's also called the Trin)
A Walk through Space and Time
Chapter 1: Cimorene, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan
Aut decided to take a walk through space and time one day in late summer. He decided to start with the swamp near his home in Mandos (not really . . . ). After walking for about a half hour, engrossed in his own thoughts about a certain dumb mariner (cool!) and not watching where he was going, he bumped into a six-foot floating blue donkey.
"Eeaugh!!!" brayed the donkey, almost dropping his load.
"What's wrong, Killer?" asked a familiar voice from nearby.
Aut looked up and blinked in disbelief. "Cimorene???" he asked, incredulus.
"Great-uncle Aut!!! How are you? How is that dumb mariner, Ear? What have you been up to?"
Aut was buried under a rather large pile of questions. "I'm fine, he's now obsessed with the word "cool" and is still driving me nuts, I've been talking to Lab - you do remember him, don't you? - about a poem by Bilbo Baggins. What have you been doing? How are you?" Aut replied and asked at the same time.
Cimorene blushed. "Well, I've been married for over a year now-"
"MARRRIED???!!!? Why wasn't I told?" Aut said, flabbergasted.
"You were, apparently, the notice didn't get to you. I'm married to Mendanbar," Cimorene said a bit sheepishly. "Mendanbar, Mendanbar - oh yes, he's that young king of the, er, enchanted forest! Congratulations!" Aut said entheusiastically.
"Cimorene, who is this man?" rumbled a low, dragonish voice from somewhere in the mist.
"Precisely what I would like to know," said a female voice irritably. "If it's someone important . . ." A short red-haired witch stepped forward, rubbing the fog from the rectangular lenses of her glasses. She held the glasses up, scrutinized them, gave a sigh of exasperation, and put them on her nose. The witch scrutinized Aut far more intensely than she had her glasses. "He doesn't look all that impressive," she said, finally.
"mrow vrow meou!" said a cat from behind her.
"Trouble, behave!!" she said to the cat.
"I -" began Aut indignantly.
"Morwen, this is my great uncle, Aut. He is a traveler in space and time."
The dragonish voice rumbled again, "I still haven't gotten a good look at him. Everyone, move!!" Everyone moved. A large dragon peered down at our hero. Our hero peered back. "Well, you aren't short on nerve, that's for sure," the dragon said finally.
"Of course not!!" Aut said, offended. "You wouldn't be either if you had to face a dumb mariner who won't shut up and has an obsession with the word 'cool!'"
"Oh. I'm Kazul," the dragon said. Aut could tell that Kazul was a female dragon because of the three horns on her forehead.
"I'm Aut of Mandos (in theory)" Aut said.
"Why in theory?" asked Morwen and Kazul in unison, just as the six-foot floating blue donkey said, "In theory?"
Aut laughed. "in theory because I really don't live in Mandos anymore, but I'm supposed to. Who is this?" he asked abruptly, gesturing at the man on the six-foot floating blue donkey's back.
Morwen sighed. "Telemain. He had problems with his transport spell."
"Apparently!" Aut said. He bent over the unconcius man. "He'll be all right. Just keep him quiet for a bit."
Cimorene said, reluctantly, "Well, we had better be going. Good-bye, Great-uncle Aut!"
"Namarie!" replied Aut, and went on with his walk. He was talking to himself about the deeds of Feanor and Fingolfin when he again bumped into something. This time, it was a tall man with a brown beard and rather longish light brown hair. "Sorry, sir," he said, and then he recognized the man. "Qui-gon Jinn! I haven't seen you in an age!!! What are you doing?"
"Waiting for my Padawan, Aut old friend. Say, I've been wondering. Did you ever finish your Jedi training?" Qui-gon said, grinning.
"Nope. Went off to Middle-Earth to live in Mandos. Say, I just saw Cimorene!"
"You did, really?" asked Qui-gon, interested.
"Yep. Did you know she's married?" asked Aut.
Qui-gon's satisfaction was evident as he said, "Yes. She's also pregnant."
Aut asked, "How, exactly, do you know that?" as a younger man in his mid-twenties came running toward them, dodging the blaster bolts from the following droid scouts.
"Obi-wan! Finally," Qui- gon said as he skillfully deflected multiple blaster bolts with his green lightsabre. "Where have you been?"
Obi-wan came puffing up, followed closely by a froglike creature. He looked curiously at Aut, but said only, "This creature knocked me down. And my lightsabre's fried again."
"Mesa bein very grateful to youse," said Froglike.
"What's this?" asked Qui-gon curiously.
"A native," said Obi-wan dismissively.
"He appears to be a Gungan," said Aut. "I wonder why he's not in the city?"
"There's a Gungan city?" Obi-wan was considerably startled. "Could you take us to it?" he said suddenly, turning to the Gungan.
"Sorry, no," the Gungan said nerveously.
"Why not?" asked Aut. "Not like I really want to get involved in this affair on - say, where am I anyway?"
"Naboo," said Obi-wan.
"Naboo," Aut resumed, "but it would be nice to know why."
The Gungan looked sheepish. "Oi bein afeared oi havers beeid banished."
A low hum filled the air. Qui-gon immediately used this to his advantage. "Do you hear that?" The Gungan nodded reluctantly. "That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed our way."
Obi-wan quickly picked up the purpose. "When they find us, they will crush us into dust, chop us into tiny pieces, and then blast us into oblivion," he said with evident glee.
"Youse point is, wheresa bein city. This wayers!" said the Gungan, evidently discomfited, and headed off.
"Bye!" called Qui-gon.
"Namarie!" replied Aut, and went off to continue his journey through space and time.
Again, I do not own any of the characters except Aut. I know that Kazul sounds more like "the dragon" in Talking to Dragons, but I'm not Patricia C. Wrede. Also, I know I gave Obi-wan Qui-gon's part. You try adapting it so that it makes sense!! It's hard. This was the only way out.
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EDIT, more than a year later: I apologize for any inconveniance the unorthodox spacing may have caused. Now it has been fixed.