Okay sorry for thewait. I've had the worst luck this week, sorry the chapter format is a bit funny this time. I'm having problems uploading chapters. My MP3 player broke and CD's won'thold the file for some reason and I've tried three disc's with all of them failing miserbly. If anyone has suggestions on how to transfer a file from home to another computer let me know because I'm at wits end. Enjoy the chapter, it's kind of short, sorry. Oh, I'm not plugging anything but if you wanna know why it's been a bad week check my website for my blog...I'm telling funny stories about the kids at camp on it...:)
Chapter fifteen
Heirless Lords
Some of the staff helped Gwen and Kisha separate the clothes into different piles by size and gender. While they were doing that, the rest of the staff supervised the two hours at the beach before dinner. Kisha wasn't sure she was ready to let them go the beach without her being there but then Gwen promptly pointed out that Ulmo would be one of the staff members supervising beach time. Kisha then realised that the campers would be okay at the beach.
They finished separating the clothes around six o'clock and then Gwen took the shampoo out of the bottles and replaced it with the hair removal cream.
Around six-fifteen Manwë, Tulkas, Gwen, and Kisha went to the two Dark Lords.
"Are you going to let us out now?" Morgoth asked.
"Yeah, Morgoth smells really bad," Sauron commented.
"Shut up, you do too."
Gwen plugged her nose.
"You both smell really bad," she said.
"Yeah well you still smell like spoiled milk!" Morgoth exclaimed.
"Well at least I don't smell like rotten vegetables," Gwen put in.
Manwë rolled his eyes.
"Okay shut up. Now we're going to let you out on one condition that you shower and change. Nobody wants to smell rotten vegetables for six weeks. There's shampoo in the shower room. Use stalls one and two because the rest don't seem to be working at the moment. There are clothes in the main living room of Lammoth. Gwen, Eowyn, and Faramir went into the town and bought everyone clothes to change into. Now, if you do anything stupid after we unchain you then you'll be sitting here for the remainder of the time. Got it?" Manwë explained.
The two nodded.
"Good."
Tulkas undid their chains and the two stood up for the first time in five hours. Manwë pointed to the living room.
"Now go get some clothes and go to the showers. Now!"
The two slowly trudged into the living room and Arwen, Lúthien, Rosie Gamgee, and Goldberry helped them find clothes that would fit them. For Sauron, Arwen and Lúthien decided on a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that had the eye of Sauron on it. Sauron did not want to wear that shirt but Manwë stood in the hallway and reminded them if they gave anyone trouble rotten vegetables would be thrown again. Rosie and Goldberry decided on cut-off jean shorts and a shirt for Morgoth that said 'I'm with stupid' and it pointed upwards.
The two walked off in shame down to the bathrooms. Manwë and Tulkas stood guard of the door and made sure they used the shampoo. After they did, Tulkas and Manwë shared a secret smile and walked out to the living room. Gwen and Kisha were waiting for news.
"So did they use it?" Kisha asked.
Tulkas nodded.
"They most certainly did. When will it start working?"
Gwen checked her watch.
"The bottle said fast acting so it should be happening anytime now," Gwen replied.
"Did you get industrial strength?" Kisha asked.
Gwen nodded.
"Most definitely."
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The two Dark Lords changed in the shower stalls. They both looked quite comical in their attire. But what got them the most was when Sauron decided to look up and see that Morgoth had no hair. Anywhere. His eyes went wide.
"Morgoth! You have no hair!" he practically yelled.
He looked up at Sauron and his eyes went wide too.
"You don't have any hair either!"
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"WHAT IN THE NAME OF VALINOR HAPPENED TO OUR HAIR?"
Gwen had just turned her page in her book at the beach when everyone heard the shriek.
"Looks like they found out," Gwen said nonchalantly. Her back leaned against a rock and her toes wiggled in the sand. Kisha sat next to her deep in conversation with Gandalf. They were discussing the logistics of fireworks. Gandalf looked up at the staff dorm rooms.
"You might want to handle that one," Kisha said to Manwë who had just got relaxed on the beach. His hands were behind his head.
"I'm on vacation at the moment. If the two come rampaging out of Lammoth then you deal with it. I'm sure Aragorn or Gandalf could handle it," Manwë replied.
"Too bad Melian doesn't have her power here. She could use the girdle of Melian to protect us if she did," Lúthien put in.
"I'm surprised that they haven't come out in a rampage yet," Kisha said.
"I'm sure they're plotting something," Gandalf replied.
Gwen sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, that's all we need at the moment. It's only the third full day of camp and already we've accomplished absolutely nothing."
"I'm positive they're plotting revenge. They should have stormed out by now," Legolas said worriedly.
"No, they're plotting a full out attack aided by the campers in the next coming week," Mandos replied.
He had been sitting on one of the beach chairs reclining and doing nothing for the past five minutes. When he spoke a few jumped because they forgot he was there. This time Manwë sat up and turned to face him.
"What?" he asked.
"You heard me," Mandos answered.
"But why would they do that? How would they do that?" asked Gwen.
But Mandos spoke no more.
"It's not like they can do anything to the food and drink. We've got testers for that now," Kisha added.
"What about using his lies? That seemed to work on Fëanor and the Noldor," Lúthien said.
Manwë nodded.
"Yes, that's logical."
"But when would they do it?" Gwen asked. She glanced over to Lammoth. She could picture the two of them hunched over a bubbling pot chanting incantations. She shuddered.
"They're not witches Gwen," Manwë replied as if reading her thoughts.
They thought for a moment and Gwen watched a game of water volleyball playing. The game was campers against staff and it appeared that the staff was winning thanks to Ulmo and his monstrous spikes. She watched Galadriel hit the ball and she had an idea.
"Galadriel! Lady Galadriel!" she stood up and called out.
"What are you doing?" Kisha asked.
The volleyball game stopped and Galadriel turned to face the group on the beach.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked.
Gwen made a motion for her to come here.
"Please come here for a second!" she called.
Galadriel gracefully walked out of the water and up the beach.
"What has gotten into you?" Kisha asked.
Gwen hushed her friend.
"Just wait," she replied.
Galadriel reached the group.
"What is it that you need?" Galadriel asked.
"You see much oh great white lady. Do you, by any chance, think you could read the mind of someone for us?" Gwen asked.
"Who?"
"Morgoth or Sauron, which ever one is easier for you," Gwen replied.
Galadriel nodded.
"I'll try," she said.
Kisha shook her head.
"I don't know why we didn't think of that ourselves," Kisha exclaimed.
Galadriel closed her eyes and concentrated hard. The group watched her silently. The wind appeared as if it was speeding up and Galadriel's hair tossed lightly about. After what appeared to be an eternity, Galadriel opened her eyes and sighed.
"Their minds are closed to me. They are hiding something," Galadriel replied.
Gwen swore under her breath.
"So what do we do now?" Lúthien asked.
Gwen thought for a moment and turned to look at Lammoth.
"If they're going to do something it will be sometime tonight or tomorrow," Manwë added.
"I'm sure Thuringwethil, Saurman, the Nazgul, Grima, Gollum, and Shelob will join sides with them when the time comes," Kisha said.
Gwen nodded.
"We'll need food provisions in Lammoth," she said.
"Why?" Lúthien asked.
"Well the fact that there are three hundred and fifty campers and then fifteen extra Tolkien characters. If what Mandos said is correct, then they'll attack sometime tomorrow. We will probably be barricaded in Lammoth until we can get it under control," Gwen replied.
"Why tomorrow?"
Gwen looked toward the camper dorms.
"Because tonight is when he'll poison their minds with his talk, and if I'm not right then butter my butt and call me a biscuit."
They turned to look at her with furled eyebrows.
"Butter your what and call you a biscuit?"
Gwen shrugged.
"It's a southern thing."
"Are you from the south then?" Manwë asked.
Gwen shook her head.
"No I'm from The Peg!"
"The what?"
"Oh nevermind."