Hello again!
Snape; It's back. *Sighs*
Marie; You seem so excited about it.
Snape; I was hoping she'd get lost or something. Maybe even crash her computer..just something to get her out of my hair!
"You mean that greasy, straggly stuff that hangs in your face all day?"
Snape; Touche
I own nothing. :)
Marie raised a sceptical eyebrow at the rows of identical houses that lined a straight stretch of street. "Suburbia." She read off of a nearby welcome sign. "Doesn't sound very scary."
Gandalf motioned at a hill, where a dark mansion sat. It was dark and gloomy, in contrast to the almost-too-cheery look of the houses it loomed over. It was like a huge black monster. "Not everything is as it seems."
Marie shivered. The house gave her chills..and not the good kind."Are we supposed to go there?"
Gandalf nodded. "When in doubt of a Canon, always head for the thing that stands out the most." And he led the march.
Snape came up behind Marie silently. "Don't worry." He told her in that silky voice of his. "If worst comes to worst, we will protect you." She looked up at him, searching his obsidian eyes for answers. He obviously ment himself and Gimli. He ruined the mistique of the moment, however, by insulting her in the same breath. "Though I wonder why you're so scared now, usually you are so very brave. Where *has* your courage gone?"
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. Fire flashed in her green eyes. "Bravery is having the strength of will to do what you are afraid of doing. Besides," She added huffily. "I can take care of myself."
Snape smirked and faded into the background of the crowd. It was then that she realized what he had done. He'd forced her into feeling a little better. "You're such a sneaky Slytherin." She laughed, knowing he could hear her..he had the ears of a ninja.
They came upon a huge, rusted gate. It took the manpower of both Aragorn and Boromir to wrest it open. Arwen had a big, admiring smile on her face as she watched her husband flex his muscles.
Once they were inside, an overgrown path wound through bunches of thick bushes and finally gave them entrance to a beautiful garden. It was full of bushes that had been subjects to topiary. There were many diffent shapes, but the oddest had to be the many hands that felt as if they would reach out and grab you up at any moment.
"Stop!" They heard a quivering voice command. Out of the shadows stepped a young man. He was pale and covered in scars, his eyes and lips were dark and he was dressed in a leather outfit that had buckles up and down his torso. He raised his hands and everyone gasped. They were like scissors with silver blades for fingers.