Okay, people, new chappies! I myself am undergoing some personal crisis' (Kelsey, forgive my grammer/spelling. I don't know the plural for crisis) but, thankfully, that doesn't stop me from posting. But first, reveiwer...
JustMe--You are so sweet! Big hug I hope you're able to keep up with the story, 'cause I wrote different parts at different times and the transitions may not be so smooth...
Okay, I'm done.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything - a rather unfourtunate circumstance as a person needs PROPERTY to suceed in life. I am doomed to fail. Wait . . . I own this story, as well as the unrecognizable characters - generaly speaking, some characters that were once recognizable may not be recognizable by the end of this.
Dummies
Nickel's POV
"Take that!" Mandy yelped, thrusting her sword forward. "And that! And . . . HIYA!"
"Mandy, you're never going to kill that dummy if you keep missing it," I informed her. Mandy looked at me, scowling.
"Shut up."
"Gladly . . . Not."
"What!"
"Make me."
"Gladly."
"But I'll kill Legolas if you do." Mandy glared at me.
"You always use that against me!" she whined. "Even Kelsey–"
"Speaking of her," I interrupted, "where is she?"
"Oh, she decided to stalk Allie and Scott," Mandy said dismissively, "just to make sure they don't do anything illegal." Mandy suddenly brightened. "Can I beat Scott with a stick?"
"No. You are a good Christian. You don't beat up enemies." I slid off of my spot on the porch. "Hey, did you know that tomorrow's your birthday?"
"What did you say?" Mandy yelled, her sword clashing against the dummy's shield and fake sword. I shook my head. Mandy couldn't even beat a dummy at sword fighting (pun intended).
"Never mind!" I shouted back, turning into Elrond's house.
"Nickel!" Mandy yelped. "Where're you going?"
"I'm going to ambush Kelsey."
"Can I come?"
"No."
"Oh . . . Why not?"
"Because I'll kill Legolas if you do."
"Pardon?" Oh . . . crud. Legolas came out of Elrond's house looking bewildered at me.
"Legolas!" Mandy shouted, running over to him. he backed up, eyes wide, as she stood in front of him with her arms out wide and sword in hand. "You'll have to go through me to kill him!"
"Well, I won't kill him if you don't follow me," I retorted, stalking off. "And, honestly, you couldn't defend a tree without hurting yourself first." Leaving Mandy and Legolas to . . . whatever they were doing, I quickly found Kelsey sulking outside of the rooms.
"They went in there and shut me out," she whined.
"Allie and Scott?" I asked, afraid of what the answer might be. Kelsey looked at me, frowning. "Allie and Scott went in there! Alone!"
"No."
"No?"
"No. Allie and Scott are just sitting in our room. I think Scott's completely oblivious to the fact that he's here in Middle-earth," Kelsey sighed exasperatedly.
"Then who's in there?" I asked, grimacing and pointing to the room Kelsey said that people were in.
"Aragorn and Arwen!" she moaned, sweeping a hand dramatically over her forehead.
"How would you know that?" I asked, still confused. That's when the light bulb flashed on. "Wait . . . You were stalking them?" Kelsey flushed.
"Yeah . . ." she said slowly, as if mulling over how much she wanted to tell me. "But . . . I . . . Well . . . I just wanted to see if Arwen still existed!"
"Why wouldn't she exist?" Kelsey flushed even brighter.
"Well . . . You know how I kind of like Aragorn, and–"
"Stop there," I interrupted, my imagination bursting with visions of Kelsey somehow killing Arwen. "Hey, you know tomorrow's Mandy's birthday?" Kelsey perked up.
"Really?" she squealed. "You know, we could have so much fun with this . . ."
Nickel: Well, another chapter. sigh I'll miss this thing when we finish, speaking of which, I had writing power for the past two days, and we are now ALMOST done with FotR. Yippee! On to the Talking trees, something you just know I'm happy about. I've spent an hour or so today writting crummy love poetry and several hours reading good love poetry. I love Poetry. But I love REVIEWs even more.
I LOVE reviews people! JustMe, you're doing fine with 'em, but come on people! We like to see at least a little interest! Sorry, for ranting, but we like to know how we're doing...
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