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Chapter 3

The first thing out of Myth's mouth was "Oh good, quotation marks!" She looked at the scene before her, and her smile dropped. The Sue was whining about needing a "nice, hot, steamy bath" altogether too much.

"We skipped quite a bit." Myth commented
"And aren't you kinda chipper for someone who was dead a few minutes ago?"

"I eat a lot of organic sushi. Keeps me healthy." Isabel's response was somewhat distracted, since she was currently laughing at the concept of a "pe" class.

"'What's pe?' I'd like to know too..." Myth muttered sullenly.

"Apparently a class where you learn to urinate. I always knew 'Sues were stupid, but that's ridiculous!" a while passed, during which Myth attempted to sleep.

I got out of my nightshift and got dressed. It was very simple. It had no sleeves and fit my figure perfectly. I saw a note from Strider on my bedside table. It read:

Megan,

Elrond needs to see you . Go to the double doors at the end of your hall. It is very important. Please go to him right after you read this letter.

Strider
"Elrond wouldn't need to see her." Myth said

Isabel gave a resounding nod, expressing her agreement. "What possible purpose could he have by seeing her? Oh, by the way - sexist Elrond ahead. Do I need to restrain you or what?"
"Hmm... You should be able to restrain me fine. No ropes necessary. Unless he smirks at her?"

"He doesn't appear to, thankfully."

"Then I'll be fine. And yet more redundancies!"

Isabel bent over her notebook, pen flying. "Making Pippin say "cool", whatever the hell "percicly" is, stealing Gandalf's line, stating the obvious, bad writing... Can we count bad writing as a charge, or is that a given?" This last question was directed to Myth.
"Ummm... I think HQ expects that."

Isabel leaned back and smiled, pen and notebook on the ground beside her. "Ahhh… All-Knowing!Elrond. Makes a wonderful change from Rapist!Elrond, don't you agree?"

"I haven't run across him yet, Thank Eru. I'd probably go berserk."

Isabel shuddered. "Better agents than I have."

"There aren't any agents better than ... wait. Okay, there are definitely two, maybe four better than you. But that's good, right?"

"It just means we're all susceptible to madness. It depends on the trigger." Isabel smiled slightly at the compliment and looked back at The Words. "Ooh, look - chapter change."

Myth's A/N: Redundancies irritate Myth very much. They make Myth speak of herself in third person. Now she'll stop. I really dislike redundancies, and this fic is full of them.

Isabel's A/N: Yes, this chapter was short. I'm sorry. However, you must deal. Next is our first mini-Balrog. Joy.