Happy birthday, Hish!
by Odeena Skywalker
Chapter 2: Yours truly to the rescue
[ As I made my way towards the train station at top speed, deliberately ignoring any other cars on the street, Hish was having trouble of her own... ]
Hish looked at her watch, and sighed. "Come on, Odeena..." she whispered to herself. "Where are you?"
"Can I help you, miss?"
She turned around and looked at the young and smiling policeman who had addressed her. "No, I'm just waiting for a friend."
"Oh. All right then. But I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to get off the platform."
Hish glared at him. "And where exactly should I go?" she asked.
The policeman's sweet (and I daresay, girlish) smile remained in place. "There's a waiting room just around the corner. I can help you carry your luggage, if you want."
She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. "Do you expect me to pay for that?" she asked.
He kept on smiling, "Nope. It's all free for a pretty girl like you."
"Say what?"
Still smiling, he answered, "Well, you probably heard this a lot of times, but you're really pretty, and I must say - I like you. Hey, I know! How about I buy you a drink while we wait for your friend?"
"'We'?"
[ Fortunately, at that moment, I finally showed up. I had been close to crashing at least twice, and I had a feeling the grumpy old man I had almost ran over would complain to the police as soon as he got the chance. When I saw the policeman that Hish was talking to, I instinctively swallowed hard. I must say, I was shaking a little when I addressed to him - ]
"Hello, officer. Is anything the matter?"
To my surprise (or not), Hish looked utterly relieved to see me. "Um, no, I was just leaving."
"Indeed..." The policeman seemed a little taken aback by her apparent anxiety to get rid of him. "You must be the 'friend'."
"Yeah." I had no idea how he knew who I was, but I decided to take no chances. "Well, we'll be on our way then--"
"My name's Brad." He handed Hish a... pink?! ...calling card, and then he went away. Hish rolled her eyes.
"What was that all about?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Nothing." She smiled. "So, you must be Odeena."
"Yep. And you must be Hish."
"Right on."
We hugged, and then I said, "We'd better be on our way. Do you need help with that?" I asked, pointing to her suitcase.
"Well, it's not exactly heavy", she answered, "but I suppose I... Oh my Gosh! That's Figwit!"
"What? Where?" I whipped my head around just in time to catch a glimpse of a very confused-looking elf in a gray tweed suit. Wait... an elf in a gray tweed suit? Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
"Over here!" Hish shouted enthusiastically, waving her hand.
Figwit looked utterly puzzled at this, but he made his way towards us nonetheless. "Um, hello", he said when he got near. "Have you seen lord Elrond around?"
"Elrond...?" I repeated. "No, what would he be doing here?"
"He was supposed to wait for me."
A faint suspicion entered my mind. "Was he supposed to lead you to a coven house?" I asked, knowing that this is how Elrond reffered to our house.
"Yes."
I held out my hand. "Odeena Skywalker, owner of the house, at your service. Elrond won't be coming, so I suppose you'll have to stick with me and my friend Hish." I pointed to her, noticing the faint blush on her cheeks.
Figwit frowned a little, as if inquiring, 'What am I supposed to do?' I shook his hand, a gesture which seemed to surprise him, and then he said, "How can I know that this is not an attempt to kidnap me?"
I rolled my eyes. I took out my cellphone and gave it to him, "Here. Talk to Elrond and you'll see that I'm telling the truth."
Now he seemed really lost. "But this is not Elrond", he asked.
I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. This guy had no idea of what modern 21th century life meant! When I calmed down enough, I called home. A very hyper-sounding Pippin answered.
"'Yello?"
"Pip, is Elrond there?"
"Who, E-Brow? Um, no, he just went out."
"sigh Did he leave any note as to where he was going?"
"Yeah, he said something about a train station..."
"Okay, thanks." I hung up. I was about to say something, but just then I caught a glimpse of the old man I mentioned earlier with two policemen, all three of them looking around. Uh-oh.
"Time to go", I said hurriedly, grabbing Hish's suitcase.
"But-" Figwit started.
"No 'but's, come on!" Hish grabbed his hand and practically dragged him outside. Just then, the old man saw us.
"There!" he shouted. "That's them!"
"RUN!" I yelled. We exited the station, and I pointed to my car. The policemen were right behind us. "Hurry!" I thrust the key into the contact and stepped on it. Only when the station was out of sight did I slow down a little and lean back with a sigh. Then I realized something was wrong.
Sure enough, Figwit was in the chair next to me, looking resigned. But Hish was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh no", I groaned. "Not again..."
Author's note: Chapter two up! What do you think? Please R&R! And the review responses are as follows:
Filia Regalis: Thank you!
Omega XSabre: First, Smeagol doing yoga was just a random idea that popped in my head (go randomness!) Second, no, there will be no other authors featured in this story, sorry. And third, although she writes pretty well, Hish hasn't published anything yet. But she will - soon enough ;)
midnitest4rz: Thanks! About ASOD, I don't know... I sent the fourth chapter to Pyro, but she didn't answer yet... shrug
:) & Igor: Thanks... Hish! wink You keep those crazy reviews coming, they really brighten up my day!
