Grishnakh: We miss you! If Klc hurts you, I'll lock her in apadded room with . . . Haldir. though I'm not sure who that would punih more . . .
Gina: I love you GINA! (Nickel) The poem? I wrote that. It is a wonderful work of art! Call me!
BlackRosePoison-Orchid: I'm sooooo sorry! and ff.n was having issuses so we couldn't even update. I know that song! there's this other song about a guy who made sausages out of dogs and cats and children but then fell in his sausage machine and became a dancing sausage. I don't remember it though.
Lorelome: You know, once when Kelsey, Manda and I were at my local park doing a brainstorm session, we had a bag of pita bread and a container of hummus for lunch between us and Manda liked it. To say the least, we were surprised cuz she's really picky.
Anyway, everybody thank ff.n for letting us post and I have a new story for y'all. it won't be posted as fast as FotF but I can promise that I will update . . . so long as people review . . . besides Mandy and Kelsey who might not even review. Grr. . .
Anyway . . . you get a very shiny One Ring (all of you have to share it) fight for it reveiwers! And review before you do so I at least get a final review. People who review this chapter automatically get a copy of Vilya cuz if you remember, I found it in Rivendell and didn't give it back. No! Elrond! Don't hurt me!
Also. I have begun to convert this to Html format. As soon as I finish, I will put all the current chapters up on our website with a review system so you can drop comments there if ff.n won't let you review. The question is how often we'll check it . . . ack.
Disclaimer: Okay, just a few more chapters of this and we're done with these stupid, retarded, annoying, taxing disclai--wait...we have the sequels! So, don't worry! Well, if you aren't the owner of one of the things we utilized in this chapter, you won't have to worry. As it is, we don't own anything in this chapter (except for all of the un-LotR-ish names and people).
Nickel's Birthday
24 hours earlier
Nickel's PoV
"Today's my begetting day, Master Gandalf."
"I have no time for dilly-dallying. I have places to go."
"I'm coming with you."
"What!"
"So, could you 'magic' this purse I quilted like you did Kelsey's bag? I won't burden you if you do!"
Gandalf glared pleadingly at me. "Oh, fine."
"Thank you." I gave him the bag.
"You are welcome." He did some weird incantation thingies and gave it back before he hurried off to where Gwaihir waited. The guy had only been here a few hours and already he was rushing off. Geez.
I investigated my bag by pulling out some chocolate to fuel me as I built the so-called "easy-to-operate" biplane that I had yanked out next. Now, how to put it together . . .
3 hours later (or 21 hours earlier . . . however you wish to put it) . . .
Whew! Finished! I boarded my biplane, checked the instruction manual and flew off. Fun.
20.5 hours later (or 30 minutes earlier . . . whatever floats your boat) . . .
The engine was smoking as I flew over some reeds. What was wrong with this thing? I searched for the instruction manual. It was gone. Great. What a wonderful way to spend one's birthday—20 hours of flying in a crummy biplane. Wonderful.
I pulled up on the stick thingy and went down . . . and down . . . and down . . .—I hadn't known I'd been that high up—and down . . . and eventually ejecting myself out of the plane and letting it crash to the ground. My parachute opened up beautifully, and I had fun gliding until I rammed into none other than Gandalf and Gwaihir.
"Idiot girl!"
"Hi, Gandalf." I waved weakly. Man, I hurt in all kinds of places.
Back at the campsite . . .
Meagan's PoV (NOTE THIS!)
"What was that?" I asked, jumping from the guy's shoulders I was standing on, kicking him in the process. "It sounded like a crashed plane."
"Hey, look!" Mandy pointed to the western sky. "Smoke." Sure enough, there was a thick line of smoke spiraling upward.
"I hope Nickel's okay," Kelsey murmured. "Anyway, Mandy, get off of Legolas. We have cake and everyone is to sing something in honor (horror!) of Nickel's off-key singing."
"No, no, no!" Legolas cried out. "We are not singing for her."
"Leggy," Mandy pleaded. "Please."
His freaky eyes softened. "Okay. But not for her."
Kelsey picked up Nicole's mP3, "Let's see . . ." and pressed play. "No . . . not that . . . here we go." She pressed play again and some freaky song I'd never heard blasted from the speakers.
"What devilry is this." The short fat guy raised his axe.
"No!" Mandy screamed. "Not Nickel's magic bean!"
"Magic?"
"Elf magic!" one short guy yelled.
"It is an evil magic," the guy Mandy called Leggy told us.
Kelsey changed the song and let it play through.
A tall tree
Turn and face the west
Oh we're running with the wind
On high cliff top
We're waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin
-Chorus-
These broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all
And oh, how we laugh
But maybe we should crawl
And ask to be excused
We shout loudly
Have answers to it all
Oh, but we have been refused
-Chorus-
Girl Child
You're dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions
You ask me what it means
Oh, but I am not at ease
-Chorus-
"Better?" she asked.
"I suppose." The males looked doubtful.
Kelsey continued randomly selecting songs, all the while muttering to herself.
Mandy's PoV
"Leggy, it's okay. The magic bean is as common among our people as . . . as . . . swords are around here."
"So, it is dangerous."
"No, the magic bean is . . . an instrument . . . sort of . . ."
"But—"
I thought love was
Only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else
But not for me
Love was out to get to me
That's the way it seems
Disappointment haunted
All my dreams
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried -
"Kelsey!"
"Sorry!"
We spent the rest of the next hour listening to music, yelling at people and singing with the Hobbits. Legolas spent the hour sitting sulkily next to Boromir with Aragorn and Gimli. I couldn't understand their lack of interest in the music. It wasn't as if Nicole listened to bad music—by their standards, I always thought it was kind of creepy—they just didn't like the bean.
"Come on, guys!" I yelled.
"Orcs will flock to such loud and dreadful . . . music," Boromir announced.
"You think this is bad! Obviously you haven't heard rap!" Kelsey challenged.
"No, wait, what'd you say?" I asked Boromir.
"End the torture," Gimli ordered.
"Okay." Kelsey cut the music. "Then you people must sing."
"Lady Kelsey—"
"You can't—"
"Make us sing?"
"Exactly, you are to sing."
"Lady Amanda, talk some sense into the Lady Kelsey."
"Mandy, if you side with them, I will make your life extremely and utterly difficult."
Kelsey . . . or Leggy . . . I thought to myself. . . . There's still Nickel . . . but she hates Leggy . . .
"We shall compromise!" I announced. "All must show some sort of talent—singing, dancing, you get the idea. You may do partner work, but everyone must perform."
"There goes Mandy's 'compromising' side," Kelsey whispered to Meagan.
"Joy."
I sauntered over to Kelsey and Meagan. "So, what should we do?"
"I can play piccolo, while you guys sing," Meagan volunteered.
"I'll get the piccolo," I offered.
"And I'll choose the music. You don't have to be perfect."
Kelsey chose "In Dreams" from The Fellowship of the Ring. I chose May it Be for myself. Meagan did piccolo accompaniment on both of the songs, while Kelsey played on a mini piano (think Peanuts) she had pulled out of her bag.
"Ready, everyone?" Kelsey asked as I handed Meagan the music and piccolo.
"Yes, Kelsey," Aragorn murmured.
"Then let's boogie!"
Once again, sorry about the upload problems, but, then again, you still wouldn't get the chapter yet because NOT ENOUGH REVIEWS! I'm desperate people!I wrote this! What do you think? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! No! Not the men in white coats! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The song is called "Broken Wings." It's by the Scottish artist Dougie MacLean. "Broken Wings" is from his CD called "Dougie with Strings." Very beautiful music! --The Editor
