   Silivren Tinu 6/1/05 . chapter 5Horse: *files its hooves and eyes the results critically* I have decided to write my own stories now.
DragonGirl: *drops jaw and keyboard which collide painfully with her toes* OUCH! *glares at innocent looking horse* You – what?
Horse: *smiles benevolently* I am obviously talented. It is natural, you know – though perhaps YOU wouldn’t understand. If I am able to write brilliant reviews, as some – very intelligent – people have already noticed… why shouldn’t I write my own stories?
DragonGirl: *retrieves jaw and keyboard and resists heroically the temptation to throw the computer, a teapot, her collection of sharp and pointy objects, sunglasses or her alarm-clock at the smirking horse* Interesting… *chokes* Thank you very much, but I really don’t need more hoofprints on my keyboard… And if you just insulted my writing skills, I should perhaps remind you that it was ME who created YOU!
Horse: *snorts haughtily* Sometimes the Higher Powers use very unlikely vessels to fulfill their purposes…
DragonGirl: *speechless* Mrksmpfglum…
*recovers after a moment and starts mumbling incoherently* I’m stuck with a megalomaniacal, crazy, pig-headed, speaking horse why couldn’t it have been an elf at least why does it always have to be me the Valar must hate me there is no other explanation… *gets hit by a sudden inspiration* Wait a moment! I didn’t write anything about a *talking* horse! *glares at horse with narrowed eyes* So why are you talking?
Horse: Well, isn’t that obvious? *looks at smoldering and smoke-puffing DragonGirl and decides it seems not to be obvious to all* I’m a brilliant and very talented writer. I can’t be mute! I have to be able to read to my audience, answer questions… So I decided to re-write my character.
DragonGirl: *wide-eyed* Decided… to… *gulps for air* WILL YOU KEEP YOUR HOOVES OUT OF MY STORY, you ungrateful, pity excuse of a… horse? And what about MY story? How shall I ever finish it when all of my characters decide to leave, write their own stories and drive me crazy?
*tries to breathe very slowly and counts to ten* Hm…
*smiles sweetly at horse* How could I ever stand in the way of such a talented creature as you? But - didn’t you forget something? One… tiny little detail? Like a certain… WARDROBE… which happens to be right here in this room? Beside the computer? You don’t even dare enter this room without me… *broad smile* You need me to protect you from the wizard, remember? The very bad, mighty, dangerous wizard who likes to torture poor innocent elven horses?
Horse: *tries not to look nervous* Well… *clears throat and smiles faintly* Is there anything I can do for you?
DragonGirl: *smiles like a very happy, relaxed buddha* In fact, there is… Just go back into my story and let me finish it, will you? After that we may be able to have a talk about your future career… *tries to cover evil chuckle with an angelic smile*
Horse: *gives DragonGirl suspicious look* I didn’t like it in your story… There were orcs, very mean orcs! I could be killed!
Dragon Girl: *looks offended* How could I ever kill you? I couldn’t kill a fly, much less such a noble, royal elven horse like you! I love horses… I did…
Horse: *stares at Dragon Girl for a long moment and shrugs* Do I have a choice? *grumbles*
DragonGirl: *smiles sweetly at horse* No!
*lowers voice to a conspirational whisper* There is only one last thing I have to ask you (just in case another of my characters decides to pop up in my life)… Legolas did finish off all those orcs, before I decided to let him fade, did he?
Horse: *thinks* I believe he did – if I remember correctly. I was wounded after all… badly… and something wasn’t right with Legolas, too… *thinks harder*
DragonGirl: *pats horse reassuringly* There, there, let’s just forget all about that, shall we? Always remember the bright side of life…
*wardrobe giggles*
DragonGirl: *looks at the empty place that was occupied by the horse a moment ago and tries to decide if she saw a swishing tail or not* Well, that was that… Now I just have to get this beast back into my story (I never knew writing was this much work!)…
*waves at wardrobe* Thanks for the help, folks! *wardrobe makes odd sounds and shudders a bit before settling down again*
*DragonGirl sighs contentedly and looks at Ainu Laire* You have no idea what I have to go through to write a single review these days…
Oh, and don’t let Aragorn read this dialogue above – if he decides to write his own stories, too, you’ll never hear the end of it, believe me! (You couldn’t persuade him that he really needs a horse? A very nice, brave, intelligent, not the least bit annoying elven horse? :-))
I loved the end of your story! These poor boys really do need a break… *pats Aragorn and Legolas absent-mindedly* You’ve made a lot of people in Rivendell and Mirkwood very happy – at least for a while…
And the pink castle again… *choked giggle* It is scary? Hm… Perhaps Sauron decided to re-decorate Dol Guldur? All those dark colors must be depressing for those poor orcs and wraiths... :-) Then we would have to beware of the pink riders, the Pink Lord and pink balrogs… *coughs*
I also loved your preview… I nearly could hear the deep booming voice of the narrator, filled with dark foreboding: “And now, doom is soon to come to their world…” Sounds interesting, to say the least. I’m looking forward to it! (and if we are both lucky, a certain horse will be back in its story by then and you will get very serious and respectable reviews from me… well, I could try…:-))
Let’s see… anything else? Oh yes, the wardrobe… The wardrobe is a five stars luxury wardrobe; it even has a swimming pool… Oh, and I decided it wouldn’t lead to Narnia, not really the safe place I had in mind… witch and all… |
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