Disclaimer: Do you know how spiff-a-delica it would be if I actually owned LOTR??? But alas, I DO NOT!! weeps
Before Story Authoress Note: First off, I want to thank those of you who reviewed suggestions to me. Thank you so much. I will not say your names because that would be like me pointing fingers at people who didn't review......Because they don't care about my story!!! RAAAAAA!!!! I roar at you!!!!!!
I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I love you all, each and every one of you! It's just like my Bible Quizzing coach said to me and my team-mates last week. "If I could give you all $100,000 I would, but the people at the bank laughed when I gave them the check. So I had to get the next best thing," you all should know where this is going. "he tossed us a 100 Grand candy bar!!! You all are special to me in the same way. No one is worth more or less. You are all worth 100 Grand to me...and you are all 30 less fat..." nn
Hahaha, sorry about that. I'm not quite sure why I put that bit in there, but I did. So live with it. Haha, I doubt you're reading this part anyway. So I guess I can say that I'm throwing a new P.O.V. in here. Can you guess who???
Pervious Chapter:
"Kait, when the lettuce you are peeling takes the shape of Legolas's head, that means you stop," Abby said as she inspected the lettucey head of Legolas. Then she added in awe, "That's pretty good."
Laura looked over from her beef browning, "My dear Kait, I believe that you have just discovered a new form of sculpting....I'm gonna show it to Legolas!"
Laura grabbed the lettuce and ran out of the room with it, Kait on her heels, screaming for her to come back.
Chapter: Locked In A Room and Devious Plans/Thoughts
The taco salad wasn't half bad, considering that it had burnt when Laura stole Kait's lettuce and paraded around the house with it, showing it to everything, living and non-living, that crossed her path. Kait's cheeks were tainted with blush when Laura presented the carving to Legolas because Abby and herself had the same passionate feelings towards the elf, though Kait's feelings and actions were more dominate and not as openly expressed like that of Abby's. Legolas was confused as ever as to why Kait had carved his face into the lettuce, but he was flattered and complimented Kait's work. For some time after that Kait's head was not 'completely' on her shoulders. She would walk around the house, looking at family pictures and stuff with a dreamy look on her face and her eyes were bare of any intelligent spark. Even when she was climbing up Laura's staircase and slipped by accident, she was not fazed at all, except for when everyone (including Legolas) came running to see if she was okay. She had fallen into the deadly clutches of 'Fan Girl Obsessiveness'!! Laura also had a liking for Legolas; her reasons were balanced between shallowness and depth...more or so leaning towards shallow. He had a pretty face but he was also fiercely loyal. But everyone knows that, so we won't have a three hour discussion of how perfect Mr. Legolas Greenleaf the Prince of Mirkwood is......that's for later on.
I'm just kidding! Sorry about that, back to the story.
Everyone sat in the living room and ate their lunch, which was just like a regular lunch, to Laura's surprise. Kinda like an indoor picnic. Abby had made fast friends with Merry and Pippin, and quite fast enimies with Gandalf. Kait was still in a daze but at least most of her head was on her shoulders. Currently she just sat on the far side of the couch and was throwing a million questions a minute at Frodo. How are you?-- How old are you?-- What's it like in the Shire?-- Is it fun to be a hobbit?--Why are hobbit's feet really big and hairy?--I'm sorry! That was rude, please don't answer that!--Frodo was rather surprised at how many questions Kait was asking him and how she could manage not even sneaking one breathe in! Everyone was having a fairly merry time, even Laura, who was dubbed with the chore of picking up all the dishes and putting them away.
Even the Fellowship humorously joined in with Abby and Kait, saying,"Oh that's right miss. Thank you ladies, for the lunch, but this is your house. You gotta do the chores!" Thank goodness for the invention of dish washers because there were a LOT of dishes! But fortunately for Laura, that was in an entirely different universe. Aragorn popped up off the couch and collected a few plates and followed Laura into the kitchen. Laura attempted to rebuke him, saying that he was a guest and he shouldn't do anything and to go back and sit with his friends, but Aragorn was a gentleman and helped her put the dishes away.
"Lady Laura--" Aragorn began and Laura turned on him.
"Okay, I know that you're being polite and all when you say 'Lady' before our names, but could you refrain from doing it?" Laura begged a slightly puzzled Aragorn with one of her best attempted puppy face pouts. "I'm mean no offense, Aragorn. I'm just not use to it."
Aragorn was on the verge of protest but smiled after a second of thought and agreed to her terms.
"And if I forget, will you ask everyone else to do the same?" Another puppy face. Aragorn chuckled and nodded his head.
"Laura," Aragorn paused to let the feel of her name, bare of any title, sink in. "I do have something I would like to ask you."
Laura prayed, 'Please don't let it be about how they got here! 'Cause all I saw was a freakishly spiraling portal of doom exploding from my computer screen and!--Wait a second...'
"What is this thing you refered to as modern technology last night?" Aragorn examined the dishwasher with much curiosity. Laura was blank.
"Huh?" She asked rather dumbly.
"This thing," Aragorn pointed to the dishwasher.
She thought in much confusion, 'What? Did I say something about the dishwasher last night?...I can't remember...I think I'm losing my memory...'
"Laura!" Aragorn raised his voice to get her attention.
Laura jumped out of her skin and fell on her butt. Rubbing her achey bum she shivered slightly as she made contact with cold kitchen floor. She sat Indian style on the floor dumbly with her back to the entrance of the kitchen. She stared at the dishwasher and picked at her brain to recall the memories of last night. So much had happened last night and just a few hours this morning, it was hard to think. All while Laura was sitting on the floor like a statue, lost in the depths of her memory, the remaining people in the living room slid into the kitchen to see what the commotion was about. Aragorn scratched his head and stared down at Laura in slight concern before purposely looking towards Abby.
"I think she is ill," Aragorn told Abby as she walked over.
Abby squatted down in front of Laura and examined her. Kait and the rest of the Fellowship stood at the entrance to the kitchen in concern and craned their necks to get a glance of Laura's face, for her back was facing them. Kait appeared as though she had lost her Legolas daze............ haha, that idea came crashing down when she bumbed into Legolas and he patted her shoulder comfortingly. Kait blushed but rested her head on his shoulder as she waited to her the news of Laura. Abby took notice of this and glowered before she forced her attention back to Laura. Abby checked Laura's face for various symptoms and rested the back of her hand on Laura's forehead. Laura closed her eyes in irritation as a growl rumbled from inside her throat. Abby took no notice of the warning and continued to look for signs of an illness, turning Lauras' head up, down, left, right, and almost twisting her neck by trying to get her head to circle like an owls. Finally Laura exploded and slapped Abby's hands away.
"What are you DOING?!" Laura screeched in annoyance.
Abby clamped a hand over Laura's mouth and used the other to check Laura's eyes as she replied eeriely serene, "Don't shout, dear. You're ill."
Laura gaped at her friend in shock and disbelief. Something strange was going on. She pried Abby's hand away from her face again and frimly held both hands away from her.
"I. Am. Not. Sick," Laura said slowly, making sure to pronounce each word correctly so Abby could understand. "Okay? I am just fine." Abby shook her head sadly.
"Denial. I should've known."
Laura gaped at Abby fell backwards onto the floor in bafflement and groaned. (A/N: kinda jap. anime style :P) The onlookers gasped as she fell to the floor. Kait hurried over and sat beside Laura, inspecting her also. Laura gave up and humored them by letting them give her a 'check-up'. Laura grumbled to herself. She wasn't suppose to have another check up until next year!...oh well... Moments later she shot up like a bullet and shouted in Abby's face.
"I am not sick! I don't know what makes you think I am, but I'm not. Can we just move on with life? Please?" Laura could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She sighed and rested her head in her hands. It was then that Laura realized that her little act may have given Abby some "proof" of her illness which she didn't have. Sighing in defeat she slouched over as Abby quietly barked orders to the surrounding people.
"Boromir and Aragorn, will you please take Laura to her room and see that she gets in bed? She won't go quietly, so make sure you hold onto her." Laura looked at Abby in disbelief. She could feel a second wind of protests come along when she was hauled upright between the two strong men.
"You're the sick one Abby! What's wrong with you? You're all......dare I say it......mature like. What the heck is going on?"
Abby smiled giddily and replied, "Nothing!" --oh yea, that was believable--
Laura had no idea of letting the subject go, but she allowed herself to be escorted to her room in silence.
Later on...
Aragorn snuck into the kitchen while Kait talked to the remaining Fellowship. He sighed with delight when he entered the kitchen and inhaled the wonderful aroma of coffee. Abby was prepairing a cup by the counter when Aragorn walked over to her. Abby looked over her glassess at Aragorn and smiled semi-darkly.
"Good work Aragorn. Everything went according to plan." Abby smiled approvingly.
Aragorn grew serious and asked quietly, "Where is my coffee?"
Abby smirked.
Aragorn smirked.
Abby sighed and poured the brew into a mug.
Aragorn jumped with glee and sipped his coffee greatfully. He had agreed to do Abby's bidding, of making Laura appear ill. He actually hadn't intended for it to happen when it did, but he didn't really care as long as he got his coffee.
Somewhere else
The air was cold and heavy with many strong, yet familiar smells. A tall cloaked figure stood in the shadows of a vacant street. The majority of the town had collected in one spot, leaving everything unwatched and unoccupied. The cloaked figure was free to roam around the street without much worry or concern. It slowly drifted through the empty streets and alleys until it reached its destination, an old dark apartment with only a flicker of candle light shining through the thick curtains. The mysterious cloaked person glided up to the door in a wraith-like manner and knocked swiftly on the solid, wooden door. Moments later the door creaked open just enough for the tall creature to slip through and inside the darkness of the house. The door clicked softly as it was shut from the inside.
A tall, lean, handsome man walked forward from the shadows of the house, bearing a lit candle stick. His dark hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and he wore a pair of faded jeans with a large hole in one knee, a white shirt stained with black ashes, and an unbuttoned, brown vest. He smirked in the candle light and offered to take the visitor's cloak, who took it off and handed it over gratefully. The man hung up the cloak on a near by rack and chuckled deeply.
"I didn't expect your return to be so soon," he paused and turned back to face the uncloaked figure. "Elrond."
Elrond flashed a brief smile and replied, "Yes well, I wasn't exactly planning on returning at all. That portal, along with the drugs from your time, messed with my mind and distorted my judgement. I returned home in your awkward attire and my speech was entirely warped."
"But now you're the same old, stiff, stuck up, boring elf you were when you first came here," the man interrupted with a deep chuckle, recieving a grin from Elrond in return.
His grin quickly disappeared from his lips and was replaced with a grim frown. The lines reappeared on his face as he became more serious. His eyes burned into the mans' eyes and the man lost his past merriment. He frowned as well and his face looked rough in the dim candle light. Grief was radiating from his eyes like the heat from flame of the candle.
"It's him again, isn't it?" the man's husky voice was full of suspicition.
"Rob..." Elrond said in a quiet, sympathetic tone.
"It doesn't matter," Rob almost snapped with a hint of hurt in his voice. "Come on in and make yourself at home. I'll get you some food and drink."
Elrond watched Rob's retreating back sympathetically. He knew that he was rather sensitive on this particular subject and a rather large wave of hurt, anger, and miserable emotions would drizzle around him like an afternoon rain. Elrond made his way into the living room in the dark and sat down in the saggy couch. He sat back and clasped his hands in an open prayer style across his stomach. His keen eyes wandered over to a mantle over a dead fire place and gazed at the pictures resting upon the mantle. There were pictures of strange people he didn't know and some he recognized. There was one particular picture caught his eye. It was a picture of a woman. She was a very attractive woman and her dirty blonde hair cascaded down one shoulder. Her eyes were a soft grey color. Her face was smiling, and her eyes held much warmth. Next to that particular frame was a picture of the same woman, but she was accompanied by a small girl who was strickingly similar to the woman. Elrond mused over the pictures until Rob returned with a tray laden with a sandwich and a glass of water.
The tray was set upon a small table and Rob sat down in a chair across form the elf.
"Okay, tell me how this all started."
Nibspit Corp.
Nibspit sat alone in his dark office. Though he was slurping at his mug of carrot juice in a relaxed manner his mind was racing and struggling with problems. Mainly dealing with Elrond and the Fellowship. He had the strangest feelings that his lies about the portals were going to come back and slap him in the face. Many of the things he had told the Fellowship about the portal were simply lies to buy him time, but some of the things he said held small amounts of truth. He had been working on the portals for a great chunk of his life and had just got them up and running about two years back. When he had put his portals into test runs he had lost a handful of volunteer staff, but that didn't really bother him, he could always get more workers. What did bother him, though, were his portals. The portals would correctly perform their first tasks of sending his staff to different worlds and/or time eras, he knew this because he had sent some really exspensive equipment with them, but the portals failed bring them back. Instead, the portals would either not show up at all or they would take them to different worlds. This would happen continuously until, if by chance, the portals returned them to Nibspit Corp. Haha, that was a slim chance. But Elrond was an exception...
One day Nibspit had sent one of his workers into the portal. The worker knew about the glitches with the portal, but because he had recently worked on the portals himself he was confident that the portals wouldn't fail. He had stepped into the portal curagously and had found himself in non other than Middle Earth. When he sent a video transmission back to Nibspit he was excited. He was excited that he had entered the world created by his favorite author and said that this could be a new attraction for the company. He was going to leave Nibspit and search for some elves dwelling in the location, for he had figured out that he had landed in Rivendell, but oddly enough he was inside a closet. Nibspit halted him and warned him that because the portals were still being tested that he wasn't allowed to let anyone see him. That was a little late, for a tall elf with long dark hair and really creepy eyebrows had opened the door of the closet and stumbled upon him. Nibspit panicked and his worker became overwhelmed with excitment. Nibspit hollered at his worker to punch a button on one of his devices that sent for an emergency portal, but when his worker pushed the button and the portal did show up, Elrond had fallen into the portal with his worker. It was after the screen became fuzzy that Nibspit had realized that the chances of either of them returning to Rivendell or the human world was slim. He sat in bewilderment for a moment when suddenly a portal erupted from the wall on his left and coughed up the worker and elf. They fell to the floor and panic suddenly washed over Nibspit. No one else from another world should be here. They might find out about his real intentions, or worse! He had to stop them.
He couldn't really recall every detail about that event. He could remember himself telling his evil plan to his worker and the elf, and he felt really stupid about it, but caught up in his display he had thrown them into a random portal. He had thought that he had gotten rid of them for good, but a few days later the elf had shown up in his office again. In a panic he had thrown him back into the portal that had led to Middle Earth. Nibspit had really thought that he was gone this time, but he had come back again! 'What is with it with this elf?!!' he thought to himself as he sent him to the realm of the '60's. And three days, to his dismay, he had come back! But this time he had a whole gang with him. Maybe it was because when people use the portals, something happens to them. The brave become cowards, the weak become strong. Everything becomes the exact opposite of what they originally where.
Nibspit knew that Elrond knew what he was up to. And then he thought about his worker. He immediately grew bitter with jealousy and dismissed the though of that man. His possession was the whole reason behind the portal projects. He had her. And he had sent him away two years ago, convincing her that he had died in an accident at work. She believed him and closed herself up. It was all part of his plan to win her. And in the end, he would have her. He had already started to change her. She was normally and quiet, peacefully woman, but after her husband's 'death', a small portion of darkness had formed in her heart. She was angry at the world for taking her husband, and that was what Nibspit liked. He thought about her for a while before he retired to his own personal suite located in another part of the building. (A/N: This guy is filthy rich...I hate rich, evil, lying snobs...)
Laura's room
Laura banged on the door and shouted for three quarters her worth.
"You let me outta here RIGHT NOW, BOROMIR!!! You hear me?!!!" Laura used her fist to emphysize each word.
"If you don't let me out I'll get you!" Laura cried wrathfully. How on earth could she be held captive in her own room by someone who didn't even live there?
Boromir laughed, trying really hard to not think about what would happen to him if she did get out.
"I'm sorry Lady Laura, but you are ill--"
"DO I SOUND ILL TO YOU?!!!"
Boromir thought to himself, 'Maybe in the mind...' and laughed nervously.
"Aragorn told me that he recieved orders from Lady Abby that you have quite a peculiar illness. That symptoms of denial and fits of rage were dead give aways." Boromir replied meakly.
There was a long period of silence before Boromir's curiousity was arroused. He put his ear to the door, wondering if she had possible fainted from hollering so much. He was instantly corrected and fell back from the door.
"WHAAAAT??!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Laura was practically foaming at the mouth with rage and bewilderment. Abby was up to something. Why else would she lock her up inside her own room? But what she couldn't get was why. Why did she put Aragorn up to the job of helping convince everyone that she was sick? She looked around her room and thought. As she looked upon her messy dwelling her eyes wandered to her Legolas blanket. Her eyes widened in shock and realization had rained upon her. She fell back onto her door and slid down to the floor, thinking, 'This is not good...' She could feel all of her wailing tolling up on her and she began to feel tired. She crawled over to her bed and heaved bulk onto it.
"Boromir," Laura's voice called out, muffled by her pillows.
Boromir cautiously tilted his head to the door and waited for her to continue.
"I am feeling tired just about now...I'm gonna power nap. But if you value Legolas as your companion in any way, shape, or form..." she paused wearily. "I suggest you watch Abby like a hawk."
Then Laura closed her eyes and tiredly thought of a way to possibly help Legolas...but first she'd have to get out of her room. Maybe Kait would have enough sense to keep Abby away from Legolas? Then Laura gave in to the fluffy world of sleep, sleep which she greatly needed.
A/N: I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO SORRY that I haven't updated forever. But look...I put new stuff in here. I also apologize if the chapter was really cruddy and or didn't make any sense. As I have said before, I don't even know where this train is going. I've actually thought about the plot and Nibspit's plans, and I think I have an idea of what I may do. Key words: I think.
As I said earlier, I'd like to thank you all for reviewing. You're all helping me in one way or another. I think I'll drag the story out by straying away from the plot for a while. Maybe put some side stories in there. Hey, maybe I should just put little teensy weensy scenes in there? Or just put in one scene at a time? I don't know. I'm gonna do something.
You know, I've read back on my previous chapters and noticed how much my style has changed throughout the story. I'm really sorry if I confused any of you. One thing I actually asked myself was, "Why is the Fellowship acting so strangely?"
1.) I wrote this story
2.) I decided that the portal actually changes peoples characteristics. Normally the hobbits would have been scared stiff in the portal of doooooooooom...instead they weren't frightened at all. Kinda the same with the first encounter with Nibbles.
Oh ya, another thing. If you're really slow and haven't figured it out already, (don't worry, I still love you! ) Nibspit is Nibbles...in some way. Not exactly though. Just look at the name and think about it. I'm going to go now, so REVIEW! Or I'll ROAR at you!!! RAAAARRR!!!!!!
Random thing I felt like putting down: Freakish German Techno music is cool!!!
Another random thing I felt like writing: Playing Scrabble in French is hard...especially if you don't know how to look off of your vocab sheets like a normal person... OO;;
Krissy119 :D