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Chapter four
Explanations and the new staff
With everyone seated in the dining hall Kisha began speaking. She felt extremely nervous talking to these people, dark lords, hobbits, elves, dwarfs…etcetera. She cleared her throat.
"Okay so it seems that everyone here saw weird coloured lights in the sky right?" Kisha asked.
Everyone in the dining hall nodded.
"I thought they were part of Gandalf's fireworks," Merry commented.
Frodo, Sam, and Pippin nodded in agreement with Merry's comment.
"Yeah but what about my sons, my wife and I? We're from a different age and we still got here," Fëanor asked.
"You saw the lights right?" Gwen asked.
"Well yeah…"
"Well then that's how you got here," Gwen replied.
Fëanor rolled his eyes and Morgoth stifled an evil laugh. It was at this moment that Gwen and Kisha both realised that these six-weeks were going to be long and crazy.
"When you arrived my real camp staff disappeared. I got news that they saw the lights before they disappeared as well," Kisha continued.
"Do you know how to send us back?" Aragorn asked.
Before she could respond Galadriel answered for her.
"No she does not. She's not even sure that's how we got here."
"Please don't read my mind, it's very annoying. I'm doing the best I can here," Kisha replied.
"Well then how are we going to get back?" Dior asked.
Kisha shrugged.
"Since you're going to be here for a while I was wondering if you all could help me. You see I run a six week camp here during the summer time for three hundred and fifty teenagers and well since you arrived and my regular staff has gone I have no one else to be camp councillors. I can't very well tell all the campers to go home because the staff disappeared. Plus I'll be completely broke if that happens," Kisha explained.
"When does this camp start?" Amroth asked.
Kisha winced. She was hoping that they would agree before she had to tell them that.
"The campers arrive tomorrow around one-ish," she replied.
"What? You expect us to stay here for six weeks and watch teenagers on this short of notice!" Denethor exclaimed.
"Dad, shut up," Boromir said elbowing him in the ribs.
"Hey! Don't you touch me! You're my favourite son you know but that can quickly change," Denethor threatened.
"Oh go jump in a bon-fire," Boromir said.
"That's it, Faramir's my favourite son now," Denethor exclaimed.
"I don't want to be you're favourite," Faramir put in.
"SHUT UP!" screamed Kisha.
The three stopped their bickering, for now.
"You know you don't have anywhere else to go," Gwen put in, getting back to the important conversation.
"Why is that?" Nimrodel asked.
"You are in a whole new world full of new things. You won't survive, and even if you leave people will ask questions about who you are. You could even end up in secret government labs while they perform tests on you," Kisha answered.
The group did not know what secret government labs were and their faces showed it. Kisha began thinking of something closer to their reckoning.
"Okay, it would be like Morgoth capturing the elves and turning them into orcs," Gwen threw in.
A few of the characters winced at that thought but everyone knew what Kisha meant now. The entire group sat silently in the dining hall. Kisha waited for the inevitable. She knew that they would all get up and walk out, or, Morgoth and Fëanor would start fighting again. Either way she was pretty screwed. At length someone spoke.
"If you promise to try and find us a way to get back then we'll help you," Aragorn said.
Kisha's eyes lit up.
"Really?"
Everyone nodded except Denethor, Fëanor, and Ar-Pharazôn.
Gwen and Kisha smiled.
"Thank you very much. Now we'll have to give everyone rooms and I'll give everyone job assignments after that. Gwen will you help me in assigning rooms?" Kisha asked.
"Of course," Gwen replied.
Maybe this camp will survive after all. Kisha thought. She inwardly smiled. She didn't know how right she was.
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"I do not approve of my daughter sharing a room with Aragorn," Elrond protested.
Gwen rolled her eyes. It appears that when the fellowship part of the group got sent here they had only just left Rivendell and none of them knew if Sauron would be defeated and Aragorn made king.
"Listen, Lord Elrond, they're both adults here and we need to be concerned about space. Now there's one more bed available in the room so I can add someone else. How does," she looked down at her list and fished through the remaining names. "Ilmarë sound?"
Elrond sighed.
"Oh alright, I guess having a Maia in the room will be a good thing."
Gwen smiled.
"Good, now if you head on down to the councillor main living room Kisha and I will be giving job assignments," Gwen said with a smile.
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After five minutes of settling in, the main living room looked quite comical. The couches and chairs were full of dark lords, hobbits, elves, dwarfs, humans, wizards, and anything else one could think of that lived in Middle-Earth. Kisha pulled out a list. She had been working on it while Gwen handed out room assignments.
"Okay then, Fëanor, your sons, and Celebrimbor; I would like you to be in charge of the arts and crafts part of camp. Seeing as you, Fëanor, created the Silmarils and your whole family is pretty much good with crafty type stuff. Is that okay?" Kisha asked.
Fëanor shrugged.
"What-ever," he replied.
"I didn't know they had the what-ever word in Middle-Earth," Gwen commented.
"We didn't," Fëanor said.
"Oh."
Kisha rolled her eyes.
"Moving on, okay Thorin and Company, would you lead groups on a treasure hunt? The items they need to look for are already hidden. Tomorrow morning I'll give you a map and show you where everything is," Kisha asked.
Thorin shrugged.
"Sure," he replied.
The rest of the dwarves nodded their head and Kisha sighed in relief.
Okay two down…a whole lot to go.
"Next, the hobbits, would you all please take the gardening classes and the cooking classes?"
Sam stared blankly at Kisha. He seemed to be thinking for a moment. After a bit he finally spoke.
"You mean for six-weeks we get to show people how to cook and do gardening?" he asked.
Kisha nodded and smiled.
"Oi, this is going to be a good time!" Sam exclaimed.
"Fun time for you maybe…" Denethor mumbled.
"Oh shut up," Boromir complained.
Kisha rolled her eyes.
"Moving on, who would like to run the theatre? You're job would be to help put on a play, of your choosing, at the end of the six-weeks. I'll need about ten of you," Kisha explained.
Kisha and Gwen saw that no hands had been raised and Kisha gave a big deep sigh.
"Come on, just ten of you? It's not that hard. All you have to do is pick a play, anything you want, you can even take one of your tales of Arda and make it into a story for a stage," Kisha said.
After that a few hands were raised. Lúthien, Nimrodel, Nerdanel, Ilmarë, Gilrean, Finrod, Amarië, Celebrian, Galadriel, and Arwen volunteered for the job. Kisha smiled and thanked God this was going a lot more smoothly then she thought it would be. On the left of her she heard a snigger.
"Finrod's the only male, what a loser."
Kisha rolled her eyes.
"Do you want to be put in the theatre job as well?" she asked.
Morgoth scoffed at her.
"You can't make me do anything. I can leave here anytime I want," he said.
"Oh yeah?" Kisha asked. She put her hands on her hips in a kind of 'you want to go?' type look. Morgoth stood up to his full height and looked down on her.
"I could break you like a twig," he snarled.
"I ain't afraid of you," she said.
"You were shaking like a twig in front of Sauron a couple of hours ago. Why are you acting like the valiant warrior now?" Morgoth demanded.
Kisha laughed. It was a rich, deep, sinister laugh which one would expect of someone who knew something. Gwen seemed to know what she was laughing about and promptly covered her mouth before her laughter would begin.
"Is there some new sort of evil here at this camp?" Arathorn II asked.
Kisha brushed it off.
"Oh, I'm sure nothing you can't handle. You're all fearless warriors, nothing that happens at this camp could do you harm I'm sure," she said looking back down at her list.
"Now, like I said before, Morgoth would you like to be put in the theatre job too? Or maybe you can work with Gwen. She has her very own project she'll be working on with the campers this year. Gwen do you need anybody to assist you?" Kisha asked.
Gwen nodded.
"Yeah, probably two or three," she suggested.
Kisha scanned through the list.
"How about Morgoth, Beren, and Fingon?" Kisha replied with a smile.
There was an immediate surge of volume in the room. Shouts of, 'I am not working with him!' filled the room. Kisha had only been joking when she said that but none of them seemed to realise it.
"Okay quiet down! I was only joking!"
Nobody listened to her.
"Damnit I said quiet down!"
The volume intensified.
Kisha opened her mouth to scream 'quiet!' when another voice did it for her. It boomed and echoed through the room. It was a very deep voice and when everyone heard it, the volume ceased to be and it was quiet again.
Gwen looked around to see who made such a deep, booming, shout. Her gaze went towards the hallway leading into the room they were in. Everyone, except Kisha and herself, had their back to this hallway and so no one else was aware that a group had formed in the hallway. They didn't look happy.
Gwen elbowed Kisha.
"What?" she asked. Her head was back into the list looking for names.
Gwen was speechless and so she elbowed Kisha again.
"What the hell do you want?" Kisha asked raising her head to look at her. Gwen made a movement of 'look over there' and so Kisha followed Gwen's shaky finger towards the back hallway. When she saw them her list fell promptly to the floor, along with her pencil and her sense of well-being.
"Oh…my…God," she managed to say.
"Actually I think the correct form would be, Oh my Ilúvatar, but we're not one to pick at the moment," a voice from the new crowd replied.