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Strange Enchantments
The urge to slap this girl silly grew with each passing note. Her voice was not suited to opera as it was not strong enough. She also had no music to support her and it made the piece lose its intensity and made her voice seem weak. Also, she lacked passion for this piece. This is an incredibly passionate piece and to sing it without any does it a great disservice. Gandalf and Boromir were shifting further away from me, probably because I looked like I wanted to murder her. My hands were digging into the wood to the point where it was nearly cracking and my mouth must have been twisting into a snarl. Gandalf leaned over to me and attempted to loosen my grip, but to no avail and he soon gave up. She finished and there was thunderous applause, which I refused to join in with. Megan caught my eye and I saw, much to my satisfaction, a flash of fear in her face. She sat down primly and flicked her hair in an irritating way and Gandalf grabbing my arm prevented me from grabbing her by the throat and snapping her slender, pale neck. The applause finished and the feast began. I practically stuffed my mouth full in one go, which started off an eating competition between me, Merry and Pippin. Aragorn and Boromir stared at my appetite while Gandalf merely chuckled as Sam and Frodo rolled their eyes. I glanced down the table towards the elves, and saw that Megan was eating salad (SALAD of all things on this table!) and chatting to…Glorfindel! It must have been, as I do not recognize him from the movies, but he matched the description from the first book. He had long, straight hair that was a pale blond with pale, creamy skin and light blue eyes. I looked down the opposite end and saw all the dwarves huddled down that end and suppressed a laugh. I had forgot about the dwarf, elf feud. I suddenly realised that I had only read one book, the first one. I had read it during my holidays and vowed to continue on, but then I picked up the Count of Monte Christo and was forced to postponed the second reading. I had in fact being going to get the second book when was I sucked up and spat out the other end. 'This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.'
I had just managed to beat Merry when I gave up against Pippin. I moved my plate to one side and rested my head on my forearms and watched everyone. Megan was sitting in between the twins and now had Glorfindel wrapped around her little finger. My eyes moved blurrily down the table and saw an extremely good-looking elf that was…Legolas! He was taller than me, with again long blond hair that fell around his elbows, pale skin (do they have any other kind of skin?) and dark blue, piercing eyes. I watched him carefully as he too seemed to watching the table and saw his eyes land on Megan. I felt for a second that someone had poured cold water down my back as I saw his eyes. As soon as they landed on her they widen, his pupils dilated and then a foggy veil fell across his eyes. The veil stayed there and his pupils remained dilated, even after he blinked and then when she turned to look at him and the veil faded and his pupils went back to their normal shape, but I noticed that the piercing look had diminished and there was a dull glaze on his eyes. I looked at Glorfindel and saw that he had the same glazed look and then glanced at the twins, my stomach now akin to a bucket of writhing snakes. I swallowed and saw that the twins had the same glazed look; there was no mischievous glint in their eye, no impish quirk that had hovered around their lips before they had seen her. I looked at Aragorn's eyes carefully. They were almost too old for his face, wise and piercing from endless experience. They were also clear and bright with intelligence. His eyes landed on Megan and I saw, once again, pupils dilate and the veil fall across his eyes. However, when he blinked, his pupils were back to normal and his were just as clear before. I watched Boromir and saw the same thing happen to him, except it took him slightly longer than before. It was the same with the hobbits and with all of the dwarves. In fact, the dwarves were the quickest. 'Hm…curiouser and curiouser.' Then I looked at Gandalf and watched his eyes land on the wench. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No foggy eyes and no pupil dilation. I frowned and turned away. So it affects elves the most, followed by the hobbits and Boromir, then Aragorn, quickly followed by all of the dwarves and then Gandalf, who was not affect by her at all. I sat there for the rest of the feast, processing what all of this meant. 'She must be using some kind of enchantment. Gandalf is immune to it, probably because he is a wizard. Aragorn must not be affected because of his heritage. Or maybe it's because he's already in love with someone. I wonder why it affects elves so severely? They are meant to be wise creatures, advanced and sophisticated. Perhaps the enchantment is made for them in particular and the further the person is from elf blood the less effect it has on the person.' I was snapped out my musings by Gandalf tapping me on the arm. "We have dessert next young one. After that we shall depart. However I wish to speak to you tomorrow morning. Before your…friend is awake." I nodded, curious to know what he wanted with me. I turned my head and saw endless mountains of food appear. I suddenly found my appetite again and dived into the fray. Food was the highlight of my life. Most of my anger issues could be sorted my handing me a plate of cookies, sending me to bed and giving me a good mystery to read. I grinned cheerfully at Boromir, who seemed relieved that I was now in good-humor. The feast ended and everyone slowly trickled out of the hall and returned to their rooms. I walked with Boromir, Pippin and Merry. Boromir and I listened to Pippin and Merry (always amusing) talk about the Green Dragon and the games they use to play when they were young. They very kindly escorted me to my door and bid me good night. I grinned at them slipped into me room and noticed that someone had been through my things. They were not experienced at searching rooms as things had obviously been moved. I frowned and looked to see if anything had been taken. No, nothing had been taken, so what were they looking for? I sighed and changed in my pajamas and collapsed onto bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
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