Author's Notes: I'm Baaaaaaaaaacccck! Eesh! Only what? Forever and a day?
::blushes:: so sorry guys, I just. couldn't find anything to write for the
longest time, and I'm still not happy with this chapter, but I just needed
to get writing again. A special thanks goes out to everyone who was so
encouraging during my down time and too Miss Anna, who continued to kick me
in the butt (it's still sore, in case you were wondering -_-) I love you!
Mwah!
"Come now Miss Williams, a dramatic entrance is one thing but you're bordering on exasperating, time to get up."
"Celeste? What are you doing here....wherever here is?"
"Miss Williams, didn't you read the script?"
"Um... yes?"
"Miss Williams..."
"Oh, that'd be a no.... Doesn't look like canon though, it's just, dark."
"That's because you're not awake yet Miss Williams."
"Oh... then... you're /in my head/???"
"Correct Miss Williams, doesn't you remember learning about this during the classes you weren't paying attention in?"
"Self. Explanatory. Answer."
"Quite. Now pay attention, as soon as we're done here you're going to wake up - play the sympathy card while you tell your story, but don't speak too soon, you want them to think you're really frozen."
"Celeste, I /am/ really frozen."
"Oh, that's right, you're on reality detainment until further notice."
"Reality...Now Celeste that's just not nice."
"Neither was leaving the agency and making us come find you. But the past is behind us and we have only the future to make up for it. Now, pretend I'm the Fellowship and convince me of who you are."
"Right...Hello! My name is Jenna Williams and I'm a 17 year old MarySue sent by the evil dictator Celeste to destroy all that is canon and-"
"Amusing Miss Williams, quite amusing, now, do it right."
"Hello, my name is MarySue and I'm an imposter sent by the agency to corrupt the minds of the males of Middle Earth. So, please, do yourself a favor and shoot me now-"
"Miss Williams /why/ must you be so difficult?"
"Hm....because you're just that fun to annoy?"
"It seems we have run out of time prematurely, so you shall simply have to follow my lead. And you /will/ follow my lead, is that clear?"
"Don't I always?"
"No. Now get ready, here you go..."
"Strider? Strider! She's waking up!"
Jenna whimpered as the full force of reality hit her like.... ok, so there wasn't really an allegory bad enough to fit the description of how exactly it felt to wake up soaking wet on a mountain in knee-deep snow. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't feel her legs, or her arms and she silently pleaded with God to let them still be attached.
Footsteps crunched their way through the deep snow and then there was the sound of someone kneeling down next to her, a set of firm hands moved her into sitting position.
"You are safe for the moment and will warm soon. Drink." Came a strong voice as a mug was held to her lips.
Safe in the knowledge that the canon wouldn't have a reason to want her dead yet, she allowed the warm liquid to fill her mouth. It took a minute for her taste buds to tell her brain that this was definitely not something she wanted to swallow and even longer for her brain to send the 'then spit it back out, dummy' message back down to her mouth. The reaction was fast enough, though, and choking the offensive liquid out onto the snow completed her journey to consciousness in short order.
"What-" she started to demand, only to have the mug pressed up against her lips again.
"Drink." The voice left no room for argument this time and Jenna obediently forced herself to swallow the spiteful fluid before slowly daring to open her eyes to see who exactly she was dealing with.
Dark hair spilled out from under a worn hood to veil deep grey eyes that watched her with blatant mistrust. Oh, isn't this trip going to be fun? she sighed to herself as she narrowed down the options in her head:
'He looks too old to be an elf, so definitely not Legolas. Gandalf maybe? Hm, nope, no great pointy hat..... have to remember to borrow that before I leave..... Ok Jenna, stay on track, he's one of the men then, and not a lick of Gondorian clothing. ah. hello Aragorn.'
Funny how playing a little game of 'guess the canon' could make someone forget that she was still drinking mouth murder, Jenna realized with a start as the cup was withdrawn and another layer was wrapped around her shoulders.
"Take a minute to regain yourself, and then we require some answers of you." The man now known as Aragorn explained simply before he stood and walked to the other side of the fire, head bent closely in council with Gandalf.
And all Jenna could think was 'Oh...crap."
TBC...
"Come now Miss Williams, a dramatic entrance is one thing but you're bordering on exasperating, time to get up."
"Celeste? What are you doing here....wherever here is?"
"Miss Williams, didn't you read the script?"
"Um... yes?"
"Miss Williams..."
"Oh, that'd be a no.... Doesn't look like canon though, it's just, dark."
"That's because you're not awake yet Miss Williams."
"Oh... then... you're /in my head/???"
"Correct Miss Williams, doesn't you remember learning about this during the classes you weren't paying attention in?"
"Self. Explanatory. Answer."
"Quite. Now pay attention, as soon as we're done here you're going to wake up - play the sympathy card while you tell your story, but don't speak too soon, you want them to think you're really frozen."
"Celeste, I /am/ really frozen."
"Oh, that's right, you're on reality detainment until further notice."
"Reality...Now Celeste that's just not nice."
"Neither was leaving the agency and making us come find you. But the past is behind us and we have only the future to make up for it. Now, pretend I'm the Fellowship and convince me of who you are."
"Right...Hello! My name is Jenna Williams and I'm a 17 year old MarySue sent by the evil dictator Celeste to destroy all that is canon and-"
"Amusing Miss Williams, quite amusing, now, do it right."
"Hello, my name is MarySue and I'm an imposter sent by the agency to corrupt the minds of the males of Middle Earth. So, please, do yourself a favor and shoot me now-"
"Miss Williams /why/ must you be so difficult?"
"Hm....because you're just that fun to annoy?"
"It seems we have run out of time prematurely, so you shall simply have to follow my lead. And you /will/ follow my lead, is that clear?"
"Don't I always?"
"No. Now get ready, here you go..."
"Strider? Strider! She's waking up!"
Jenna whimpered as the full force of reality hit her like.... ok, so there wasn't really an allegory bad enough to fit the description of how exactly it felt to wake up soaking wet on a mountain in knee-deep snow. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't feel her legs, or her arms and she silently pleaded with God to let them still be attached.
Footsteps crunched their way through the deep snow and then there was the sound of someone kneeling down next to her, a set of firm hands moved her into sitting position.
"You are safe for the moment and will warm soon. Drink." Came a strong voice as a mug was held to her lips.
Safe in the knowledge that the canon wouldn't have a reason to want her dead yet, she allowed the warm liquid to fill her mouth. It took a minute for her taste buds to tell her brain that this was definitely not something she wanted to swallow and even longer for her brain to send the 'then spit it back out, dummy' message back down to her mouth. The reaction was fast enough, though, and choking the offensive liquid out onto the snow completed her journey to consciousness in short order.
"What-" she started to demand, only to have the mug pressed up against her lips again.
"Drink." The voice left no room for argument this time and Jenna obediently forced herself to swallow the spiteful fluid before slowly daring to open her eyes to see who exactly she was dealing with.
Dark hair spilled out from under a worn hood to veil deep grey eyes that watched her with blatant mistrust. Oh, isn't this trip going to be fun? she sighed to herself as she narrowed down the options in her head:
'He looks too old to be an elf, so definitely not Legolas. Gandalf maybe? Hm, nope, no great pointy hat..... have to remember to borrow that before I leave..... Ok Jenna, stay on track, he's one of the men then, and not a lick of Gondorian clothing. ah. hello Aragorn.'
Funny how playing a little game of 'guess the canon' could make someone forget that she was still drinking mouth murder, Jenna realized with a start as the cup was withdrawn and another layer was wrapped around her shoulders.
"Take a minute to regain yourself, and then we require some answers of you." The man now known as Aragorn explained simply before he stood and walked to the other side of the fire, head bent closely in council with Gandalf.
And all Jenna could think was 'Oh...crap."
TBC...