Well, I felt like being nice to Kelsey and putting her in, since she's been so good at editing...(that was sarcasm, in case some people didn't catch that) : 0 'OW OW OW OW OW!'
Hello wonderful readers. Unfortunately, Amanda will not be able to entertain you for another week. Instead, I will take over! MWAHAHA! Hey, I DO have an evil laugh!
Disclaimer: Ummm . . . Last time I checked . . . Nope . . . Don't own it . . . Don't plan on it either, if I did, all the other fans we're supossed to be monitering would kill me. Which would make certian people happy acctually . . . but hopefully not the readers. :)
Note: Mandy's POV
The Council
Once again...creative title...And we're supossed to be creative, being writers
Half an hour later, I was out of my bath and into a fresh shirt, tunic and leggings, following Nicole and Allie down a hallway to a large porch where a large group of people were already sitting.
"Mornin' y'all!" Allie giggled. I folded my arms and slumped into a chair. "Mandy, snap out of it!"
"No," I groaned as Nicole took a seat on my right. Allie took the seat to Nicole's right. I stared ahead blankly. "I'm bored."
"Well, you should have brought yourself something to do." Nicole pulled out her three-in-one trilogy. "Here. Read this." So, I immersed myself in the trilogy until Elrond did some call to order thingy.
"Now, we shall–"
"Do you mind?" I exploded. Everyone looked at me. "Hey, the Elven-lord's the one who woke me up at o-dark-thirty!"
"I will continue," Elrond snapped. "Now–"
"Good morning, Imladris! This is Elladan–"
"And Elrohir!–"
"With your morning announcements!" I blinked and glanced at Nicole.
"De ja vu," I muttered.
"Nah. I told them that this would annoy Elrond. I mean, the kids at school hate this stuff," Nicole whispered back.
"True . . ."
"Please stand for the Pledge of Imladris–"
"We don't have an Imladris Pledge–"
"We do now!"
"...okay..."
Allie, Nicole and I stood and saluted toward an "elaborate" flag the twins were holding.In other words, it was green with a silver leaf on it. But, thankfully, not shiny enough for Nicole to scream "SHINY!" Anyway,everyone else followed suit slowly. Then we recited the pledge which our friend Kelsey had made for fun back home.
"I pledge allegiance
To the banner
Of the House of Elrond.
And to the Valar,
For which they stand,
One people, under Illuvatar,
With singing and meditating for all."
After the pledge, there were some random announcements (Like that there was a council, surprise, surprise.) and "words of wisdom", (People feel left out if you don't include them. (For Sam's benefit.)) ending with our famous line–
"Make it a great day, or not. The choice is yours!"
"Hey! That's our line!" Nicole shouted as we sat back down.
"Deal with it, Nickel."
"Okay." The Council immediately became boring, so I read the "Council of Elrond" in the trilogy. Tolkien seemed to have missed the awkward silences between conversations as everyone tried to figure out something to say that would impress everyone in their midst.
As I read the chapter for the fourth time that morning, I was given an idea from the Valar . . . I guess. I waited until Boromir had said his piece, and when I saw Bilbo fidgeting out of the corner of my eye, I leapt up and yelled.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king!"
Everyone stared at me. "What? I made it up myself. Good, eh?"
"You darn well did not!"
"Calm down, Bilbo," Allie complained as Nicole pulled me into my seat.
"I'm impressed."
"Why?"
"You were actually paying attention. But I'm the one who does poetry, not you. You don't understand it."
The Council dragged on. I lost interest and grabbed a stick that had been a branch on the porch up until two seconds ago. Then, I began to whack it on the floor loudly. Needless to say, Nicole and Allie followed suit, and I started to sing during a thinking pause.
"We will, we will rock you down,
Pick you up!
Like a volcano about to erupt!
Watch out Middle Earth
Here we come!
Illuvatar is number 1!"
"Would you three stop!" Boromir roared. "Lord Elrond, why are they here? These girls? They should be with the women and chil–"
"Sexist!" I yelped. "I hate sexists!" I practically leapt at him. Poor guy cowered in fear as I started hitting him with my stick. "First of all, I'm a She-elf! Second, I'm a representative! Third, you are a sexist and should be condemned to–"
"Enough, Mandy!" Allie dragged me to my chair. To my relief, everyone looked fairly amused . . . with the exception of Boromir.
"Listen. Thanks to wonderful psychic powers, I know all about the Fellowship, Quest, etc.," Nicole was saying. "Now, Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gandalf, Gimli and Frodo are going." She paused. "Where are those idiots?"
"Oy! Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!"
"And we're coming, too!" Merry and Pippin ran out from behind some columns, skidding across the porch. Elrond stared, as did all of those Nicole named.
"Oh...yeah, the other hobbits. Oops...well now they're going!"
"You cannot condemn these people to this fate! They barely know–"
"Hey, look into the future with your psychic powers, and you will see I'M RIGHT!" Nicole snapped. Elrond sighed.
"Very well, you shall be called the Fellowship o–"
"FREEZE!" Everyone stared at the entrance to the porch. A short, skinny person leapt out from behind the column and rolled James Bond-like out into the open, while singing the theme song. She pointed a giant water gun and an extra-large-party-sized silly string can at the gathering Fellowship and stared at them.
"DIE!" She pulled the trigger on both weapons and, immediately, the Fellowship was soaked . . . and covered in wet silly string.
Personally, I can see why they weren't doing anything except staring and clapping hands over their bewildered eyes. The girl was wearing short shorts and a hoodie, along with tennis shoes, and her short hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was also wearing sunglasses, which have yet to be introduced into Middle-earth. Altogether terrifying. At last, she stopped spraying everyone and stared.
"Aragorn . . .?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Legolas . . .? Eeeek!" she squealed, dropping her ammunition and racing towards them with her arms wide open. Apparently, Allie figured that the Fellowship could do without injury, because she blocked them from the girl.
"Kelsey, you don't need to kill the Fellowship. They haven't even left Rivendell, yet!" Kelsey stopped.
"Allie!" she squeaked before looking around. "Mandy? And . . . Nicole?" She jumped up and down. "You're here! I'm here! We're here!"
"Yes, we're in Middle-earth, yadda, yadda, yadda." Nicole replied, seemingly bored. Kelsey let out a small yelp.
"Whoo hoo!" she squealed, yet again. "Are we a part of the Fellowship?"
"No . . ." Nicole said slowly, obviously mulling over a brilliant idea. "No, but we're going to hitchhike with them!"
Oh, yes . . . My grand debut! (I must confess, I'm rather fond of it!) The title's cheesy, I know . . .No one could think of anything better . . . Wait . . . How 'bout . . . "The Council and the Grand Debut of the Kelsey!" R&R! Reminder, Amanda will be having an...interesting, vaction for a little while... 'Amanda is now strapped to a chair will duck tape holding herself down and her mouth closed.'
Very scary. A short person in a hoodie. Though I must say the sunglasses are a nice touch. I, unfourtunatly, have no such . . . Debut. Lucky me. I hope you finish editing soon, I would like to continue writing, cause I would like to force Mandy into writing again. Just so we can yell at her. Start typing. I want our CoughNonexhistantCough REVEIWERS to recieve to lovely chappies, like Manda's birthday. I am so writing mine!
