Legolas: What have we been watching for the past six hours?

Frodo: I have no idea.

Janice: (twitch twitch) Hee hee, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Sam: What's she on? Because, what ever she's on I want to try.

Legolas: I'm never spending the night with an insomniatic teenage girl again… especially if it involves some idiot online show thing that involves some weird video game thing.

Janice: It's not "some idiot online show thing that involves some weird video game thing;" it's known as Red vs. Blue, it's a parody of Halo, that video game we played on my cousin's X-Box.

Legolas: Whatever.

Sam: What's a parody?

Janice: If I created you, you would know.

Elsa: No seriously, what's a parody?

Janice: Oy-veh!

Thanks: ClumsyElf, you will find out soon enough. lotrelves, it was to make sure she was sane… my friends do that to me, I have the bruises to show for it. Ah, the life of an insane teenage girl, I love it. alfafla7, I love my wolf… thing. He's really sweet and funny and deadly… I love wolves in general. Magdalan-Saiyan-Toa, no big, I know you're struggling with finals and stuff, I am too. :) You really think my characters are human-ish? Cool!

Shards of the Future

Chapter 6: The Glowing Elf and The Magical Water Horses

The large red and black wolf growled at the shadow… thing (remind me to ask later at what they are). The shadow thing hissed back, deadly sword pointed towards the wolf's muzzle. It reminded me of a stand off between a cat and a dog.

I thought it'd be best for the wolf to handle it, so I dashed, as quickly as an out of breath person could, to a pillar, which I ducked behind. I know, I'm a big coward, big whoop? You would be too if you were completely confused as to what was fully going on.

I think a minute had come and gone, when I heard a wretched cry off to my left. Apparently the shadow things had cornered something that wasn't there. A second later, Aragorn was guarding the spot that one of the shadow things had stabbed. The ranger/would-be-king-eventually twirled two torches of fire. The shadow things backed off and Frodo appeared. Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Sarah dashed over to our fallen friend. Now, I, with little courage, stayed were I was at, were it was safe.

"You may come around the pillar now, Gwynovir the Traveller." said the voice.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?" I asked the voice telepathically. I had learned to do this and was very proud of my recent discovery.

"Well… no, not really, but you are safe now."

I stood up and dusted off my travelling skirt. Now I wasn't a big fan of skirts, but this was easy to run in! Anyway, I peered around the pillar to see the wolf standing there. It's emerald eyes were soft, ears folded back, wings curled up at its side, and tail wagging. I guessed it was still a growing wolf. Could this have been the vicious wolf that had protected me? Knowing my luck, yeah, it was.

"You are safe." said the voice. "I am happy."

"Gwen!" Sarah called. "Come along!" They were heading off. I followed, the wolf padded alongside me.

"I have split personalities." the voice said.

"So wait, was it you I've been talking to all of this time?" I asked. The wolf said nothing, it simply trotted ahead and barked back at me.

The days slowly wore on and Frodo only got worse. We kept him warm and a fire going when we stopped. I prayed whenever I could that he would heal.

Elsa was a better cook than I had thought. Frodo seemed to take it and it was edible. So I was happy that I was eating food, real food… sort of.

Our new companion (the wolf), was easily excepted by Sarah, Elsa, and I. Elsa liked him (yea, I found out it was male… don't ask how) because he's warm. Sarah because he's a deadly weapon. And me… because he has a lot of knowledge. He told me a lot of things about this world.

Aragorn didn't seem to trust Edan (it's what we girls decided to call him, he doesn't seem to mind). Merry and Pippin slowly got used to him. Sam just didn't trust him in general, he thought Edan was a demon sent from the Dark Lord (whoever he is) to steal the ring Frodo possesses. And Frodo… Frodo's out of it, he doesn't even know what's going on. He didn't even know Edan had joined our company until the seventh day of him being wounded.

"Why don't we just get Edan to fly Frodo to Rivendell?" Elsa asked.

"His wing is broken. He saved your ass from the shadow thingies."

"Shadow thingies?"

"I don't know their real name."

I guess Frodo awoke during our little dispute.

"Who is that?" Frodo asked, gesturing to the large red and black wolf that I sat on.

"His name is Edan." I said, scratching my wolf friend between the ears with my bitten off fingernails. His drolling tongue hung out as he panted. "Darling isn't he."

"I'm not darling."

"Yeah, he kind of is."

Edan gave off a slight growl. Everyone looked at him, slightly nervous. I grinned inwardly, but sighed outwardly.

"He doesn't like the idea of being darling." I explained.

"Not many trust Devil-Hounds as you do, Gwynovir."

"I told you not to call me Gwynovir! To everyone— including you— I am Gwen... Wait, you're a Devil-Hound? Were you there when I was being chased through the woods?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And when the elven guards found me in the forest?"

"I was sent to protect you, Gwen."

"By whom?"

"Your grandfather."

"Grandpappy Morris? He's here?"

"No— I don't even know who he is! Your grandfather! He's well respected here and I believe you have met him."

"Bilbo?"

"You're really dense, aren't you?"

"Most of the time, yeah."

"Uh, Gwen, who are you talking to?" Sarah asked. They had all looked back at me. I scratched the back of my neck, I do that when I'm nervous. It's an old habbit I won't ever be broken of.

"Edan." I answered, slightly more nervous.

"My name isn't Edan it's— " Edan tried to say.

"Yea, um, Gwen, I think you lost it."

"What did she have to loose?" Elsa asked. Okay, that pissed me off. Elsa was going to get... once I could get closer to her. Damn me being lazt and not want to get up and punch her lights out.

"Seriously," I said, fighting back, "Edan talks to me! He's a Devil-Hound sent to protect me!"

"Merry, aren't Devil-Hounds dangerous?" Pippin asked his cousin… I think he's his cousin.

"I believe so, Pip." Merry answered.

"You know, I get you two mixed up." Elsa said. "Have you tried styling your hair differently?"

"Elsa, hobbits rarely style their hair, and if they do, they have a damn good reason to. Merry, Pippin, ignore the idiot."

"Which one?" they asked at the same time. That was annoying. "Good point." they said, pointing to each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Edan, do something— please!" I said to him telepathically.

"What do you propose I do, Miss. Gwynovir?"

"Just scare them, I don't want anyone hurt, just startled."

"Wasn't startling them how all of this got started in the first place?"

"You know what? Just shut it! Just shut up! I'm not going to tolerate this anymore!"

"Someone's having their time of the month."

"I'm not on my period."

"Awe, do you need someone to talk to?" I jumped off his back and just sighed and exasperated sigh.

I guess it was only hours later when Aragorn told us to hide in the bushes. Edan was ready to pounce his massive wings spread over those who didn't have any weapons. He growled so softly I barely heard him. I gentle stroked his wings.

I looked over to Aragorn, who had cupped his ear, looking like a kid in a candy shop— basically, for those who are idiots (like Elsa), he was gleeful to hear the odd words which were being sung.

A white horse, along with a white rider upon the saddle, cippety-clipped closer to us. The rider was a glowing (it seemed). His gold hair hung passed his shoulders and blue eyes glitter like twin stars.

Aragorn leaped out of his hiding place and greeted the rider with more cheer than I had ever seen him have. They greeted each other in what I have been told was one of the many forms of elvish. Great, that worse than the different variants of Spanish or German.

"This is Glorfindel," Aragorn stated, introducing us to the elf.

"Who dwells in the house of Elrond?" Sarah asked, starry-eyed. She was having a fan-girl moment. The elf nodded and chuckled merrily. It sounded very feminine, like the tinkling of bells, but, hey, I'm sleep deprived and more than half starved, what can I say?

"I'm glad that I have finally found you." the elf said. "I was sent from Rivendell to find you. We feared the danger on the road."

"Um, yeah, kind of already met that." Elsa said.

"Has Gandalf reached Rivendell?" Frodo asked.

"You know, for a hobbit whose been wounded by a shadow thingy sword, you seem pretty alright to me." I muttered.

"They're not 'shadow thingies,' Gwen, they're Ringwraiths, deadly beings sent from Sauron himself. Are you knowledge deprived?" Sarah said. I was trying to consider if she was serious or just being herself, which is hard when you have had no sleep or food in three days. I curse the man who sent me here! Oh, right, that was mom… oops.

"Yea." I said, not really caring. I heard Edan snickering in my mind. "Shut it, Edan."

I found riding upon Edan's back. I don't remember being put there, but I had fallen asleep. Yea, sleep had come to me at last! Now, if only food would come…

We were in the middle of a fight. Edan was doing his best to protect me from the recently name discovered Ringwraiths (I'm still hungry, so lay off!)/\. They dove over head going after someone in the distance. Holy shit, it was Frodo… Were they after the ring?

I wanted to cry out to try and distract them while Frodo got to safety. Edan seemed to sense my distress to help the little hobbit with the dark locks and stunning blue eyes, because he made a start forward, then stopped as magic water horse galloped toward the Ringwraiths.

And that was the last that I saw the shadow thingies for a long time. Frodo had escaped, but fainted on the other side. The others ran toward the fallen hobbit, while I simply urged Edan on. His wings must've healed because he was flapping them and we were lifting off the ground.

Frodo will reach Rivendell, even if it's the last thing I do.

Janice: Yea! Another chapter done! (does little dance)

Legolas: Are you on crack?

Janice: No, just sleep deprived. Did you know the Celts would stay up all night just to create something creative? They believed that the semi-unconscious state would take them as close to the Otherworld as they could get without, like, dying.

Legolas: Yep, you're on crack.

Janice: Yes I'm not!

Edan: My name isn't Edan, it's—

Janice: Shut it! It's all apart of the plot! I couldn't find a good quote for this chapter, sorry.