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Child of the 7th Age · 05-23-2002, 04:04 PM

Child put down the long branch she had been waving in order to club Mithadan over the head.

Her own brain was splitting. Half of it was advising her to advance with her comrades and do away with the Barrow administrators.
The other half was saying this couldn't be real. She had never had any particular grudge against them before, so the whole thing was quite strange.

It was as if something nasty was leading her on which she was powerless to halt. For the first time in her quiet and uneventful life, Child began to understand some of the problems cousin Frodo had talked about on his Ring quest. And this was only one little REG. She swore, if she got out of this mess alive, she'd never call Frodo a "chump" again, even behind his back.

Things were certainly in an uproar, but at least the situation seemed better than Birdland had feared. Most of the party site was battered and broken, but still in this universe.

More and more frightened guests came crawling out from under the overturned tables and fallen trees. She looked around--Stacey, Sam, Rose, Primula, Celeaewen, Frodo and Mennelduliniel were all in sight. The ones who had disappeared did seem to be newbies along with a few of those daft Legolas fangirls.

If it had only been the fangirls, Child probably would have advised forgetting the whole thing and letting them remain imprisoned for the next 200 years. However, you can't desert newbies. They tend to be very vulnerable, to say nothing of the fact that she had been a newbie not so very long ago.

There did seem to be one other problem. A few of the party guests were so inebriated that they didn't realize the music and dancing had stopped, and that the Barrow-downers were in a desperate situation. These few individuals were still attempting to initiate festivities and finish up the remaining pints of ale. Rose was going around trying to sober them up explaining the gravity of he current situation.

Thank goodness, the alternate universe Sauron was nowhere in sight. But there was one contingent of hill-trolls who looked rather threatening. It was obviously important to destroy the REG. She hoped Piosenniel could remember where it was. Even with her splitting head, she sensed that a enraged Mithadan would probably be better to deal with than an alternate universe Sauron.

"OH NO, hey, Hill-troll, you put Mr. Frodo down." Child begins beating the troll with her much battered mailbags that were still emblazoned with the insignia of the Shire messenger service.

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

05-23-2002, 04:04 PM	#408
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Child put down the long branch she had been waving in order to club Mithadan over the head. Her own brain was splitting. Half of it was advising her to advance with her comrades and do away with the Barrow administrators. The other half was saying this couldn't be real. She had never had any particular grudge against them before, so the whole thing was quite strange. It was as if something nasty was leading her on which she was powerless to halt. For the first time in her quiet and uneventful life, Child began to understand some of the problems cousin Frodo had talked about on his Ring quest. And this was only one little REG. She swore, if she got out of this mess alive, she'd never call Frodo a "chump" again, even behind his back. Things were certainly in an uproar, but at least the situation seemed better than Birdland had feared. Most of the party site was battered and broken, but still in this universe. More and more frightened guests came crawling out from under the overturned tables and fallen trees. She looked around--Stacey, Sam, Rose, Primula, Celeaewen, Frodo and Mennelduliniel were all in sight. The ones who had disappeared did seem to be newbies along with a few of those daft Legolas fangirls. If it had only been the fangirls, Child probably would have advised forgetting the whole thing and letting them remain imprisoned for the next 200 years. However, you can't desert newbies. They tend to be very vulnerable, to say nothing of the fact that she had been a newbie not so very long ago. There did seem to be one other problem. A few of the party guests were so inebriated that they didn't realize the music and dancing had stopped, and that the Barrow-downers were in a desperate situation. These few individuals were still attempting to initiate festivities and finish up the remaining pints of ale. Rose was going around trying to sober them up explaining the gravity of he current situation. Thank goodness, the alternate universe Sauron was nowhere in sight. But there was one contingent of hill-trolls who looked rather threatening. It was obviously important to destroy the REG. She hoped Piosenniel could remember where it was. Even with her splitting head, she sensed that a enraged Mithadan would probably be better to deal with than an alternate universe Sauron. "OH NO, hey, Hill-troll, you put Mr. Frodo down." Child begins beating the troll with her much battered mailbags that were still emblazoned with the insignia of the Shire messenger service. [ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.