The Multiverse--
A Glorfindel Book

By Katt, Maggie, Eliza, and Sam

Chapter Three: Plot Points and the Introduction of THE HERO (ie: Glorfindel)

The Narrators, in their recent state of freedom, had decided to ban together with another Narrator who was proficient in Star Trek AND Matrix fan-fiction, meaning a "tech wiz" which is always handy. This new one is called S, and he also happened to be a boy.

It seemed that as soon as their plan was hatched, the state of the Whirring Device was the least of the Narrator's worries. M was having a nervous breakdown.
"All I wanted was a friend!" cried the distraught Narrator. "I just wanted someone to look after me, who I could talk to, maybe an occasional cuddle. But NO! Stupid FUCKING HORMONES!" This last cry subsided and M wrapped her arms around her knees, sniffing tearfully and rocking back and forth in the corner.
S pulled E and K aside, "What brought this on? She's usually the sane one, isn't she?"
"Erm...," began E.
"Comparatively sane anyway," K replied smoothly.
"Let's just ask her what's wrong," E suggested.
They turned back to do so, but they're too late. M was gone.

--

We're screwed," the mechanic said. "The Whirring Device has better defenses this time. I can't use conventional means to stop it. These girls of whom you speak should be able to enter our world in the form of characters once the whirling energies mature fully."
"How long will this take?" The Chancellor asked.
"Hell if I know," the mechanic replied. "The color of this room has gone from orange to an absurdly dark red. I'm thinking it'll go outside the part of the color spectrum we can see, so I'll need some equipment to check on the progress, if one can even exist. Furthermore, the level of maturation may continue to increase with the changing of the color of the whirling energies, or it might continue as the color stops changing, but then we won't know whether or not the Narrator's have hit a snag. Finally, it might mature exponentially."
"Just give me you best guess," The Chancellor said.
The mechanic thought for a while. "I don't know how this works. It showed up recently, and we tried dismantling it and succeeded for a while..."
He sighed.
"Okay," the mechanic said, "I'm just completely guessing here...two days."
"Well," the Chancellor began, "I'll inform the Cabinet. Maybe a few in the House of Lords...not any from the House of Commons of course..."
"One more thing sir," the mechanic said, "For all I know, it's already working, and maybe they're already here."
The Chancellor looked at the mechanic. "Well...do what you must."

But the mechanic did not think of what he should have–what might have stopped the Narrators from entering the Multiverse in their attempt to overthrow the bureaucracy–what if this was just a decoy, drawing attention from where the Alliance should focus on the most?

--

Far and away, in a small Multi-Dimensional Institution for the Fictionally Traumatized (MIFT) sitting on his own, drinking a very hot cup of noon tea, a very traumatized Elf was well on his way to a full and healthy recovery followed by a long anticipated return to his home fandom, when suddenly, through the hospital doors came the one thing that could send him into remission.
The small blonde woman was wheeled into the cafeteria and placed not far away from Glorfindel, but not so close as he had to look at her. Her eyes had dark circles under them and her hair was unwashed and somewhat tangled so it took him a moment to recognize the face.
"Y-y-you!!!" he squeaked.
"Neh?" said the woman, looking around herself for the first time. "Panda?"
"Oh God!" he pointed and screamed "No!"
"What?"
"She's here to make a biscuit out of me!"
"Oh God no..." M buried her head in her hands.
Glorfindel was immediately on the defense. "Playing opossum, eh?"
M started to cry.
"I won't fall for your weird mind games!"
After a moment of silence, filled only with the sound of weeping, Glorfindel caved; His one weakness being the sound of a sorrowful woman.
"Eh...what are you in here for anyway?"
"Oh! I've fucked everything up so badly. And every time I try to fix it, it just turns out even worse!" The Narrator began to wail.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad–-no! This is some secret ploy to get me to lower my defenses! Then, once I trust you implicitly...BAM! Next thing I know, I'm bound, gagged, drizzled in honey hanging from the ceiling with "property of William" tattooed to my ass!"
With difficulty, M stops crying and looks him directly in the eye. "You know I wouldn't do that. I admit, I did things that hurt you, but that was never my style. Anyway, that's done with. I didn't come here to manipulate you."
Glorfindel chose to ignore this claim. "Do the guards know what you are?" He asked threateningly.
"Your wouldn't! There's no need! Glor, I swear to you I'm not here to do harm!" A painful silence followed.
"I don't believe you." said Glorfindel sadly, "GUARDS!"
M turned to watch the approach of the asylum guards, the expression on her face changing from disbelief to terror in the blink of an eye.
"Stop that," napped Glor suddenly furious. "You aren't getting any sympathy! And stand up!" He gave her arm a yank, pulling her out of the wheelchair. "Your legs are fine!"
The guards reached them, "Is there problem sir?" One asked.
"Yes," answered Glor,. "This girl is a Narrator. She is a menace and ought to be confined as such."
"A Narrator?" repeated the surprised guard, "I see! We've been after those beings for ages. Thank you for apprehending her sir."
The second guard came forwards and took hold of M's arm. "They're getting the surgery room ready Bob., let's go."
M moved closer to Glorfindel. "Surgery?" she asked.
"Standard procedure. Narrators have their powers and any creative urge surgically removed rendering them totally and utterly helpless. They're then weighted with lead and drowned."
"Now, if you'll just hand her over, "said Bob, "We can get on with it."
"Err..." Glorfindel didn't get a chance to speak before M was dragged away. She didn't scream or cry, or struggle. The only hint of her absolutely fright was the pleading glance directed at him from over her should. It was the glance that did it. Glorfindel caved a second the second time that hour. "Ah shit," he said, and began to plot.

--

The Chancellor was running around in a field. He was being followed by a cute fuzzy bunny wabbit.
"Awww!"
He ran up to the fuzzy bunny wabbit and started to cuddle with it.
"I wuv you fuzzy bunny wabbit!"
"SIR YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!" the fuzzy bunny wabbit yelled.
The Chancellor looked at the fuzzy bunny wabbit for a moment.
"Zmfgh?"
"SIR! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
The Chancellor awoke and saw his personal assistant (an Elf) standing over him.
"W-what is it?"
"Sir, it looks like we've got a Narrator situation!"
"Oh...oh I see. Yes, well...yes. Yes, of course."
The Chancellor quickly got up and put a bathrobe on.
"The Mechanic says it's not a malfunction...and I've consulted our with our Narratorologists. They think the Whirring Device is up and working again."
"But-but-but," the Chancellor stuttered, "they said they stopped it! They said one of the three parts of the Whirling Device had collapsed! That it had stopped maturing!"
"Yes, sir," the Elf said. "It's possible one of the Narrators fell ill and another has replaced it."
They went into the small research room and the Chancellor was shocked to find the sphere was no longer ticking, and it was turning crimson. The whole room was turning this color from the light it was emanating. A mechanic started to fill him in.

Based on their readings from tricorders, this was indeed a Whirring Device as records indicated. Narrators, of course, could use any number of means to interfere with the Alliance's operations, but these problems happened sporadically. The Chancellor was further dismayed by the fact that this was going on in the building where the leader of the Multiverse lived and worked.
After the Chancellor called the Chief of the Removal of Things down to his residence.
"I thought your men had disabled this device."
This Orb of Power (only the fourth ever found by the Alliance since the war ended) no doubt contained enormous power like all the rest. Just a couple weeks ago, when it was found, the Chancellor's Wizengamot instantly recognized how this could be a huge liability for the Alliance, and so they wisely had their best mechanics begin work on draining the orb's powers. It would take a few months, but it's powers, the Chancellor was assured, would be gone forever. This process produced a ticking sound, one that the Chancellor was happy to hear, and one that was long longer present in the room.
Plot point: The Origin of the Alliance.

The orbs were made during the beginning of the great Multiverse War from forty years ago, around the time Star Trek first appeared. As the number of fantasy and science fiction universes began to grow, the interaction between worlds began to increase. Naturally, there were those who wished to create a Multiverse--one where the other universes would be introduced into Multiverse, but only if they achieved enough success. This was the Multiverse's "Prime Directive." And, of course, there would be strict regulation on visiting universes that had not concluded. For instance, these days you could not go to the Rowlingverse and cause too many things to happen, or else JK Rowling might get the image of James Tiberius Kirk using a phaser on Snape in her head, and that was what nobody wanted--at least until the series was concluded, and any changes to that universe would not be picked up on by the author.
Just as the changes in the timeline of Star Trek: Enterprise occurred slowly, the introduction of a fanfic on of Harry fucking Draco up the ass or vice versa would not immediately cause such a thing to happen, but were a fan devoted enough to the series to actually connect to that universe with their brainwaves just as an actual author would, their story would interfere with the actual events of the universe. Although the Alliance was sure any Harry/Hermione fanfics that slipped through the cracks wouldn't trouble JK Rowling, they worried what might happen in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince if JK Rowling kept imagining Harry and Hermione getting together too many times and if she might then begin to second-guess herself.
Naturally, only the author of an unconcluded universe could decide what would happen, but fanfics were still a problem. Some bad cases that occurred in the infancy of the Alliance (before it had nursed its' wounds from the war) included Merry and Pippin thinking it might be funny to send completely uninteresting characters into the Dune universe on the mission of creating a series of bad Dune sequels--and they succeeded. Frank Herbert couldn't help himself--it's just what came out of his head.
And by the time a series did conclude, fanfics that weren't found and neutralized (though this would not remove the simple text of the idea itself which would remain on the internet or wherever even if the important brain waves were destroyed) would actually cause changes in a timeline as opposed to just putting thoughts in an author's head.

Luckily for the Multiverse, no one knew about the Multiverse...until now. People began to mix universes, and naturally (even if they were not aware of it), these ideas would go instantly to the Multiverse. And there were those insanely geeky hardcore fanficizers who actually did begin to learn about the Multiverse. Of course, being insane, the knowledge of this world's existence did not weird them out. On the contrary, it made them get to thinking. What if they controlled the branch of the Alliance government that regulated fanfiction? Sure, they could write all the fanfiction for universes of series of books that already concluded, but they would be unable to make it actually happen. As more and more Narrators began to try, the Removal of Things Department became more and more panicked about Narrators. If the Multiverse fell, all the universes created by authors would be corrupted by bad dialogue, Snape dating Ron, interspecies sex, or any combination of what was just mentioned.
The war was fought between the Univeralists and the Isolationists. In each universe, friends and allies turned against one another. The war raged on for years, but finally the Universalists were victorious. The Isolationists recognized defeat, and after their leaders had been executed, their soldiers welcomed the Universalists with open arms--they might as well make the best of their situation. The Alliance prospered and developed a well-developed bureaucracy and taxation system. Though they did not foresee the introduction of countless Narrators interfering with different universes, it is thankful that the Alliance won their war and could deal with the upcoming problem.
The orbs were created by the Isolationists (usually more in touch with magical powers than the Universalists) in order to concentrate power into an unstoppable orb that would slaughter countless Universalists on the battlefield. Then, as soon as Star Trek was canceled, the fleets of all the shows' races appeared over the newly created Multiverse planet, which was the last bastion of hope from the Universalists--they were losing the war, and losing badly. The Isolationist cause attracted the most powerful wizards from the many fantasy universes, while the Universalist cause usually attracted those who were career politicians like Aragorn or businessmen like Dwarves. However, once the Star Trek universe was fully explained the situation, they gladly came to help the Universalists. As powerful as the orbs were, they were no match for photon fucking torpedoes. On that day, the many fanatical Isolationists truly learned the meaning of science-fiction. During the battle, the Isolationists retreated in all directions, and those orbs that remained were stowed away to be kept safe.
But it quickly became clear that their cause was lost. They surrendered themselves, but many remained loyal enough to the cause to not reveal where they had hidden the orbs.
And now it was clear to the Chancellor that Narrators were using this orb's remaining power to create a gateway (though, as mentioned before, it was just a decoy) to the Multiverse. It seemed to the Chancellor that with this orb's enormous powers, they might actually succeed in creating a gateway (all attempts by Narrators previously having failed).
The Chief laughed nervously. "Well, the vital part was removed and we were in the process of removing the others when--"
"Yes?"
"It found it's way back."
"Then the entire assembly must be eliminated."
"We can't do that. You see, the different parts are inside three non-cannon creatures."
He was talking about the Narrators, of course.
"The entire Alliance may be at stake."
The Chancellor rose. "A truant Narrator is the biggest threat a universe can have. I want your full attention on this matter. The device must be destroyed."
"But how?" The Chancellor asked the mechanic for his assessment of the situation.
"We're screwed," the mechanic said.

And that's how this whole mess really got started.

--

"Well, seeing as how you need at least three Narrators to make a Whirling Device," S said, "I've gone ahead and contributed. Those idiot mechanics actually think they disrupted its progress with their silly machinery. All that was M going insane!"
"All the same," E said, "they're still draining its power, so they're not completely witless."
"So why can she go to MIFT on the Secondary Multi-Dimensional Planet," S asked, "but we can't go to the Department? Why does she get to be a character so easily?"
"Because there are hundreds of magical protections for the Primary Multi-Dimensional Universe, and, I might add, a few more for an Alliance building," E explained. "Believe me, if you'd like to check out Mount Doom, we could be there in a few minutes. Anyway, I'm very glad you came to join us considering the recent, ah, incident with M. We just need to wait a little longer. The whole Alliance is in chaos. By the time their paranoia reaches its apex, we'll strike at their most vulnerable point."
"Where?" S asked.
"We'd rather like it to be a surprise for you," K said.
"Indeed," E added.
"Oh come on, tell me," S said.
"Well," K began, "It was M's idea really. Let's just say we'll slip in the back door while they're all paranoid and busying themselves."
"Oh. You mean we're going into the Multiverse using a means different from an Orb of Power just outside the backdoor to the Department?"
"Oh, well, yes," K said.
"How much longer until we can go?" S asked.
"Not too long," E said, "We're going to--"
"I don't care how," S said. "'I just don't want to wait much longer. My last Chapter of Harry Potter where Ron and Hermione fuck for 12 hours straight at least deserves to wind up in JK's head."

Editor's Note: Well, you sure got a lot of background in this chapter. All clear? It takes groups of three Narrators to power a Whirring Device now that the original magic is gone. Well, soon we'll get to the interesting part. There's more!