A/N: Erica isn't that girly and I (Alethea) am expecting death when she
comes back from camp and she reads this. I am not actually that dumb. well
most of the time. well. uhm. I am not a good judge of that. And yes,
Alethea = Truthful Twilight Sarah = Starmage Meghan = Whispers
of a nameless fear. Amanda - no account. Erica - the person who types
page long flames. (NOT MY FAULT!!!) and she won't give us her account.
Stupied Leach...
Back too our first group of heroes, Alethea and Sarah.
They made their way closer to the noise. They made little sound as they traveled down the hallway that opened up into a common room with a bar and a roaring fire. They tried to look casual, but did seem entirely out of place. They took a seat in the corner of the back so they could be mainly out of site and talk without being overheard.
"Uhm. what are we going to do here?" Asked Alethea
"And how am I to know?" asked Sarah.
"The question was rhetorical." Alethea stuck her tongue out at Sarah. A couple of people looked cock-eyed at Alethea, she then stuck her tongue out at them and they looked away.
"Well this won't help. Fighting won't be of any use." Said Sarah, "And it's drawing attention to us." She looked around the room. Then something caught her eyes, she nodded her head in that direction so Alethea would look.
". You think?"
"A cloaked figure in a shadowy corner of the Prancing Pony. It's a 'duh' situation."
The figure looks over, and a puff of smoke rises from his pipe.
"That is soOoOoOo Aragorn." Sarah mutters to Alethea, watching the man stare at them.
Alethea shrugs. "So...?"
"Let's go over!" She says getting up.
"YEY!" Alethea sprang to her feet, and glared at all who stared at her.
They both walked over to the table where the cloaked figure sat. He stared up at them curiously, but did nothing but let out another puff of smoke. Alethea choked a bit.
"Hi Aragorn." They both said together. At this point in time a lot more people where staring at them for talking to the stranger.
Aragorn sat up a bit more straight. "I would introduce myself, but it seams you know of me already. How is that so? And who are you two?"
"Uhm," Alethea paused.
"We're magic?" said Sarah looking at Alethea.
"Yes, uhm that's right. And I am Alethea." Apparently he was slightly stunned, and he also thought the title should be longer. "Oh yea, you do that thing here. I am Alethea daughter of Christopher. This is Sarah."
"You are magic? Yet you seam but two young women."
"We are that too," said Sarah assuredly.
"Uhm, we're kind of both...." Alethea said, not very convincing.
"May I ask your reason for being in Bree?" He asked curiously.
Alethea and Sarah both drew a blank and looked at each other, "That's for us to know and you to never find out." said Alethea
Sarah whispered under her breath... "Or for none of us to ever find out."
"But we know why you are here." said Alethea slyly
"Dude, shut up. Don't ruin the plot line," said Sarah.
"Dude...?" said Aragorn. "What type of word is that?"
"It's a title that we call each other. Mainly used for men, but sometimes for women." said Sarah
"Oh and you were telling me not to mess with the plot line and characters." stated Alethea
Aragorn started to try to understand what was going on. The words 'characters' and 'plot line' were confusing him. "It sounds as if you are speaking of a tale of old. Are you?"
"Uhm.... sorta." said Sarah
"May I ask why you came to talk to me?" questioned Aragorn
There was a long pause. "You started the conversation..." said Alethea, Sarah shook her head no, and Alethea remembered that they started it. "Oh muffin shit."
Aragorn puff another smoke ring and blinks.
"You know that crap's bad for you?" said Alethea.
"I know, it's giving me these visions of young wizard like women."
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And over to Meghan!
Meghan heard what seamed like distant murmuring, that came closer. She opened her eyes and found herself on top of the bed with her night gown on but it was covered by a cloak thrown over her. She sat up and looked around the room, and out side the door was she saw a rather tall gray bearded man (with REALLY bushy eye-brows,) clad all in gray, and a (MUCH, MUCH, MUCH) shorter more youthful man talking. Another man about the height of the second, walking towards Meghan with a large basin of water and a sponge.
Meghan muttered... "It better not be strawberry bubble bath..." She then could identify all three men. The first was Gandalf the gray, the second was Frodo Baggins of Bag-end, and the third was Samwise Gamgee.
"Mr. Frodo, your... guest, I think she is awake." said Samwise
"And so she is," said Gandalf
Meghan garbed the cloak and pulled it closer to her neck.
Frodo walked over to the bed side and spoke, "I know not why you are in my bed, or in my house for that matter, and I would like to know your name, and what farthing of the shire you are from. As for me, I am Frodo, son of Drogo, and this is Samwise, my gardener, and this is Gandalf the gray."
"I know." said Meghan "I am Meghan of a... my er... house."
"Well, Meghan of Amyer house, what are you doing in my house?" asked Frodo
"I was hoping you could tell me." said Meghan
"What?" said Frodo and Samwise
"Last I remember I was in my house, no where near the shire." said Meghan
"So are you of Bree?" asked Gandalf "Do you know the owner of the Prancing Pony?"
"Uhm. no and no." said Meghan "And this isn't very comfortable, wearing a night gown in a presence of three men I've never met."
"Sam, would any of your sisters have any old clothes?" asked Frodo
"I don't know, Mr. Frodo, but I shall go ask right away." said Sam, and with that he ran out of site.
"Well, you may borrow my cloak until Sam returns, or we find you something else to wear." Said Frodo
"Thank you." Said Meghan slightly gawking at the scene around her, the medieval clothes, the circular windows, the hobbit men, and a wizard! She thought to herself. 'This is so cool!'
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To Amanda and Erica now!
"M'ladies, I think that it tis not a good idea to travel to Rivendel. So I shall take you back into Mirkwood, and then I shall go off on my adventure." He said turning back from the way they had came.
"No use Legolas, Erica won't leave your side." Said Amanda yawning walking behind Erica still clenching onto Legolas' arm. "You might as well take us to Rivendel, maybe our friends will be there."
"I'd rather not lead you ladies into danger. And so I shall not." Proclaimed Legolas
"Don't worry, you can protect us. And if any one hurts you I will kill them." Erica stated
"That's, kind?" Said Legolas slightly confused on how to respond. "But I still will not lead you into danger."
"Then tell us the way and we will lead. As long as where with you, I'll be all right." Whispered Erica dreamily.
"That is not the point!" Declared Legolas.
"Don't fight with Erica, she'll win even if you are correct." Said Amanda. Legolas looked puzzled. "She can take anyone down in two seconds with her neck grip. Or she could just death stair and make you feel all cold."
"But I would never do that to you Leggy." Cried Erica.
Legolas mouthed 'Leggy?' "This matters not I shall bring you back to the house of my father where you may remain safe, and then I shall travel on."
"No you won't." Said Erica
"And why wouldn't I?" He asked
"Cause, we won't let you." Erica smiled
"I refuse to take you into danger!" he repeated
"Did you not hear, Erica is a great elven warrior, and I am sort of one. Erica can kill people, orcs whatever with one glance. You'd be making the trip safer if she journeyed with you." Said Amanda plainly
"It matters not," claimed Legolas.
"Well, we were going to Rivendel any way. So you must take us there." Said Erica
"You were?" asked Legolas
"Yes, we are friends of Elrond half-elven." Lied Erica
Amanda tried not to laugh. so she coughed "*cough*AgentSmith*cough*"
"What was that?" asked Legolas
"Never mind that, lead us to Rivendel." Demanded Erica
"It is to dangerous, you must at least be able to wield a weapon." He said
"Any kind of knives, long, curved, kitchen." said Erica, the master of kitchen knives.
"Dagger and bow and arrows." Said Amanda
"Well pick up your bags and go." Said Legolas pointing too the two bags near where the girls had laid. The girls were surprised to see them. They ran over and picked up one each, finding in their bag the weapons to their liking.
Erica sheathed two knives in their sheaths on her back. Amanda put the dagger into her boot and slung the bow and arrows on her back.
"This is so cool." Said Amanda to Erica.
"Of course, meeting the hotness is so cool."
"I meant being in middle earth, but you are right too."
"Are you ready m'ladies?" asked Legolas
"Yes!" they both responded
A/N: I pity Legolas and Aragorn, and nothing bad has yet to happen to those in the shire, but it still might.
Back too our first group of heroes, Alethea and Sarah.
They made their way closer to the noise. They made little sound as they traveled down the hallway that opened up into a common room with a bar and a roaring fire. They tried to look casual, but did seem entirely out of place. They took a seat in the corner of the back so they could be mainly out of site and talk without being overheard.
"Uhm. what are we going to do here?" Asked Alethea
"And how am I to know?" asked Sarah.
"The question was rhetorical." Alethea stuck her tongue out at Sarah. A couple of people looked cock-eyed at Alethea, she then stuck her tongue out at them and they looked away.
"Well this won't help. Fighting won't be of any use." Said Sarah, "And it's drawing attention to us." She looked around the room. Then something caught her eyes, she nodded her head in that direction so Alethea would look.
". You think?"
"A cloaked figure in a shadowy corner of the Prancing Pony. It's a 'duh' situation."
The figure looks over, and a puff of smoke rises from his pipe.
"That is soOoOoOo Aragorn." Sarah mutters to Alethea, watching the man stare at them.
Alethea shrugs. "So...?"
"Let's go over!" She says getting up.
"YEY!" Alethea sprang to her feet, and glared at all who stared at her.
They both walked over to the table where the cloaked figure sat. He stared up at them curiously, but did nothing but let out another puff of smoke. Alethea choked a bit.
"Hi Aragorn." They both said together. At this point in time a lot more people where staring at them for talking to the stranger.
Aragorn sat up a bit more straight. "I would introduce myself, but it seams you know of me already. How is that so? And who are you two?"
"Uhm," Alethea paused.
"We're magic?" said Sarah looking at Alethea.
"Yes, uhm that's right. And I am Alethea." Apparently he was slightly stunned, and he also thought the title should be longer. "Oh yea, you do that thing here. I am Alethea daughter of Christopher. This is Sarah."
"You are magic? Yet you seam but two young women."
"We are that too," said Sarah assuredly.
"Uhm, we're kind of both...." Alethea said, not very convincing.
"May I ask your reason for being in Bree?" He asked curiously.
Alethea and Sarah both drew a blank and looked at each other, "That's for us to know and you to never find out." said Alethea
Sarah whispered under her breath... "Or for none of us to ever find out."
"But we know why you are here." said Alethea slyly
"Dude, shut up. Don't ruin the plot line," said Sarah.
"Dude...?" said Aragorn. "What type of word is that?"
"It's a title that we call each other. Mainly used for men, but sometimes for women." said Sarah
"Oh and you were telling me not to mess with the plot line and characters." stated Alethea
Aragorn started to try to understand what was going on. The words 'characters' and 'plot line' were confusing him. "It sounds as if you are speaking of a tale of old. Are you?"
"Uhm.... sorta." said Sarah
"May I ask why you came to talk to me?" questioned Aragorn
There was a long pause. "You started the conversation..." said Alethea, Sarah shook her head no, and Alethea remembered that they started it. "Oh muffin shit."
Aragorn puff another smoke ring and blinks.
"You know that crap's bad for you?" said Alethea.
"I know, it's giving me these visions of young wizard like women."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And over to Meghan!
Meghan heard what seamed like distant murmuring, that came closer. She opened her eyes and found herself on top of the bed with her night gown on but it was covered by a cloak thrown over her. She sat up and looked around the room, and out side the door was she saw a rather tall gray bearded man (with REALLY bushy eye-brows,) clad all in gray, and a (MUCH, MUCH, MUCH) shorter more youthful man talking. Another man about the height of the second, walking towards Meghan with a large basin of water and a sponge.
Meghan muttered... "It better not be strawberry bubble bath..." She then could identify all three men. The first was Gandalf the gray, the second was Frodo Baggins of Bag-end, and the third was Samwise Gamgee.
"Mr. Frodo, your... guest, I think she is awake." said Samwise
"And so she is," said Gandalf
Meghan garbed the cloak and pulled it closer to her neck.
Frodo walked over to the bed side and spoke, "I know not why you are in my bed, or in my house for that matter, and I would like to know your name, and what farthing of the shire you are from. As for me, I am Frodo, son of Drogo, and this is Samwise, my gardener, and this is Gandalf the gray."
"I know." said Meghan "I am Meghan of a... my er... house."
"Well, Meghan of Amyer house, what are you doing in my house?" asked Frodo
"I was hoping you could tell me." said Meghan
"What?" said Frodo and Samwise
"Last I remember I was in my house, no where near the shire." said Meghan
"So are you of Bree?" asked Gandalf "Do you know the owner of the Prancing Pony?"
"Uhm. no and no." said Meghan "And this isn't very comfortable, wearing a night gown in a presence of three men I've never met."
"Sam, would any of your sisters have any old clothes?" asked Frodo
"I don't know, Mr. Frodo, but I shall go ask right away." said Sam, and with that he ran out of site.
"Well, you may borrow my cloak until Sam returns, or we find you something else to wear." Said Frodo
"Thank you." Said Meghan slightly gawking at the scene around her, the medieval clothes, the circular windows, the hobbit men, and a wizard! She thought to herself. 'This is so cool!'
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To Amanda and Erica now!
"M'ladies, I think that it tis not a good idea to travel to Rivendel. So I shall take you back into Mirkwood, and then I shall go off on my adventure." He said turning back from the way they had came.
"No use Legolas, Erica won't leave your side." Said Amanda yawning walking behind Erica still clenching onto Legolas' arm. "You might as well take us to Rivendel, maybe our friends will be there."
"I'd rather not lead you ladies into danger. And so I shall not." Proclaimed Legolas
"Don't worry, you can protect us. And if any one hurts you I will kill them." Erica stated
"That's, kind?" Said Legolas slightly confused on how to respond. "But I still will not lead you into danger."
"Then tell us the way and we will lead. As long as where with you, I'll be all right." Whispered Erica dreamily.
"That is not the point!" Declared Legolas.
"Don't fight with Erica, she'll win even if you are correct." Said Amanda. Legolas looked puzzled. "She can take anyone down in two seconds with her neck grip. Or she could just death stair and make you feel all cold."
"But I would never do that to you Leggy." Cried Erica.
Legolas mouthed 'Leggy?' "This matters not I shall bring you back to the house of my father where you may remain safe, and then I shall travel on."
"No you won't." Said Erica
"And why wouldn't I?" He asked
"Cause, we won't let you." Erica smiled
"I refuse to take you into danger!" he repeated
"Did you not hear, Erica is a great elven warrior, and I am sort of one. Erica can kill people, orcs whatever with one glance. You'd be making the trip safer if she journeyed with you." Said Amanda plainly
"It matters not," claimed Legolas.
"Well, we were going to Rivendel any way. So you must take us there." Said Erica
"You were?" asked Legolas
"Yes, we are friends of Elrond half-elven." Lied Erica
Amanda tried not to laugh. so she coughed "*cough*AgentSmith*cough*"
"What was that?" asked Legolas
"Never mind that, lead us to Rivendel." Demanded Erica
"It is to dangerous, you must at least be able to wield a weapon." He said
"Any kind of knives, long, curved, kitchen." said Erica, the master of kitchen knives.
"Dagger and bow and arrows." Said Amanda
"Well pick up your bags and go." Said Legolas pointing too the two bags near where the girls had laid. The girls were surprised to see them. They ran over and picked up one each, finding in their bag the weapons to their liking.
Erica sheathed two knives in their sheaths on her back. Amanda put the dagger into her boot and slung the bow and arrows on her back.
"This is so cool." Said Amanda to Erica.
"Of course, meeting the hotness is so cool."
"I meant being in middle earth, but you are right too."
"Are you ready m'ladies?" asked Legolas
"Yes!" they both responded
A/N: I pity Legolas and Aragorn, and nothing bad has yet to happen to those in the shire, but it still might.