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Old 10-22-2003, 04:04 AM   #87
Estelyn Telcontar
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Merisuwyniel watched the Disco-Ship disperse in various directions when they entered the Glitzy Caverns. Though Pimpiowyn and Vogonwë had smiled at her encouragingly, she chose not to join them in their activities. Seeing them so obviously happy together made her feel quite despondent. There were times when she almost regretted her faithful Elven heart and would have liked to find romance and companionship anew, but still she hoped, however faint that hope might be, that one day Gravlox would come back from the Halls of Mantoes to be with her again. As so often when she thought of him, her left hand wandered to a secret pocket hidden within the folds of her divided skirt. There she kept the one tangible reminder that she had of her true love, the Entish Foot. No one remembered that piece of the Ent-That-Was-Hewn, she mused – they had all forgotten him who had aided them in their search for revenge and had fallen so valiantly. It was just as well, she reflected; she preferred to treasure her memories silently.

Her steps had taken her through the hallways, seeing what passed for entertainment without desiring to take part in it. She watched Orogarn losing coin after coin with not a chance of winning, then observed the Gateskeeper making rûë-léţ look like it wasn’t a game of chance. She gazed at the florid decorations in gaudy colours, deciding that the remodelling team of HGTV (Hole and Grotto Teleri-Vision) could have a heyday doing a makeover. Almost blinded by the garish lights and sparkling signs, she suddenly realized that the Entish Bow was vibrating noticeably on her back, trying to get her attention.

Go back, it told her urgently.

Why, and where? she asked, puzzled.

Go! was its only reply. She turned her steps back, breaking into a run as both the Bow and the Foot showed considerable excitement. When she raced around a corner, she almost collided with Pimpiowyn, closely followed by Vogonwë.

“Merisu!” the Half-Halfling exclaimed, “We’ve been looking for you! The most wonderful thing has happened!” Triumphantly, she produced a wooden bread-box from the folds of her skirt, which she had made after the same pattern that her role-model used. (No, unfortunately, this pattern has not been discovered nor can it be reproduced – a garment that would enable wooden feet or breadboxes to be hidden without impeding the movement, even the gracefulness of their wearers, would most certainly be very practical and feminine too!) “Guess what? It can talk!! Do you think it’s a piece of the Ent?” Pimpi added breathlessly.

The Elven maiden held the box carefully; she did not need to hear its voice to know the truth - the confirming vibrations of the Entish pieces she already carried had made it clear that here indeed was one of the missing parts. She could feel waves of communication passing through her hands and limbs, though her knowledge of Entish was too rudimentary to be able to follow the conversation. After some time, the Bow began to tremble – not the usual humming vibration of its thoughts, but tremors that seemed almost fearful! Merisu’s face grew graver as she concentrated, then she turned to her friends and said, “There is danger here – the Entish Breadbox has heard rumours of an unknown evil that has arisen.”

“What is it?” Vogonwë asked.

“Well, since it’s unknown, we don’t know,” the Elf answered patiently, with only a tiny inward sigh.

“Deep they delved, low they built, gaudy they wrought – would that they were gone!” a wooden voice chanted.

The three companions stared at the Breadbox. “Now what does that mean?” Pimpiowyn wondered.

[In the light of other historical accounts, written later than this one but translated earlier, these rather cryptic words can be explained to the readers. While searching the Grundorian National Archives for the ultimate chocolate lembas recipe, a hopeful loremistress found the following document. Its origin is obviously Elvish, though the author is not named.

‘In their greed to earn ever more and more profit, the Dwarves dug ever deeper, building ever more discos with ever greater amplifiers and larger bass boosters, so that the sound of the pounding music reverberated throughout the caverns, down, down to the depths, where it woke one who had slept for unknown times past and would better have been left sleeping…’]
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