A/N: Firstly this could not have been made possible without the genius of CrackinAndProudOfIt whom (I believe) is the inventor of this wonderful Collaboration. I will try to make this fic as much like my life as I can, I am truly visually disabled, I do have PTSD and I do live in a cramped and cluttered condo with my mom and sisters.
The strangest Text-Message
It was one of those annoyingly chilly early fall evenings, the one where you have to forgo sandals and nice loose and comfortable summer-wear for long sleeves and skin-covering garments. Our unlikely heroine and the authoress sat on a park-swing, pale hair forcibly bound up and out of her Germanic face earbuds in her ears blaring Within Temptation at a rather too high volume. This was why, when her small dumb-phone nestled safely in her belt-pack went off like something out of a scifi-movie she did not hear it. Well that was one of the reasons, but we digress.
The swing holding Katya went back and forth vigorously for a good twenty minutes more before the plump young woman brought it to a slow halt, removing one blue earbud and turning her music down too a more respectable volume and snaking the unused earbud around her neck. She then pulled out her phone, and her fifteen x loupe magnifier to read its screen.
I wonder if anyone's sent me any tweets, she mused as she slid out the phone's keyboard seeing that indeed she did have a new text message. She tapped the center button without looking at it and read, scrolling the little magnifier back and forth across the screen.
"Congratulations, LadyAnnatar, you have been selected to" - she pulled the loupe away and slammed her phone shut. "Stupid spammers," she muttered as she put her phone back in her belt-pack, switched her current music to some relaxing Yuki Kajiura and got off the swing. She folded up her towel she used to keep her clothing from becoming stained and put it in her small cloth backpack, along with her drawing supplies and small computer. She then opened her cane, a long white stick made up of gradually thinning tubes of something or other and began to slowly and carefully make her way toward the sidewalk and road leading away from the swings.
She refused to call the lot of land between several houses a "park", there wasn't enough green in the place for that. Not that any of it could be seen right now, as it was dark and Katya was nearly as blind as a bat.
Using familiar lights and half-seen shapes to determine her route, she began the several-streets walk home to her house, or rather the condo that was now her mother and younger sisters' home.
Finally, Katya rounded the corner and strode quickly and comfidently up to the front door, now having enough light to see by. This does not however, make up for having a twenty degree visual field in only one eye. Her best friend would have scolded her for not making use of her cane, as she was supposed to, instead of just carrying it like a wizard's staff. This was why. she soon found herself with skinned hands and cramped muscles do to having fallen over two stacked six-and-a-half foot long cardboard boxes lying horizontally a few feet before her condo's front door.
"ow!" she complained, relieved that at least she hadn't fallen on her cane and snapped it. She crawled off the boxes, staring down at them, guessing they were probably for her mom, she should just put them upright near the bench on their patio and go inside, except her phone chose that moment to go off.
Pulling out phone and magnifier once more she read her newest text message.
"LadyAnnatar," it read, "as the font used for the packages may be too small for your eye to see we at F.A.U.L.T.T.Y. have taken it upon ourselves to send you your packages' text by SMS."
My packages? Katya asked mentally as she read the text message, idly wishing such a thing as SMS-label readers existed. She put down her phone and shifted one of the boxes, also pulling out a bright L.E.D. flashlight to illuminate her magnifier, squinting at the oh too tiny font on one of the box's stickers. The address was to her, or at least her penname, along with her street address, the return address was simply that of Famous Authors' Using Living Toys To Thank you.
Her phone went off again, presumably with the packing tag's text in the incoming message. Katya ignored it.
"Alright, the postal service is supposed to not even pick up mail if it doesn't have a return-address on it..." Katya's musings were interrupted by the top box, the one she had knocked askew in her ever so graceful fall, beginning to move.
Katya couldn't believe it at first, so she put out a hand to touch the box, it did indeed quiver slightly, as if something alive was trying to get out.
Oh no, she thought backing away, animals were not her strong point, they tended to move too fast and she couldn't see where and in which direction they might move next. Her phone went off again.
Katya whipped out the phone plus magnifier and read the newest message.
"We at F.A.U.L.T.T.Y. would advise you to open one of your packages" the message read.
"They're not..." she began as the package which had moved shifted more forcefully, eventually blowing open in a shower of packing peanuts.
A person sat up amid the pieces of cardboard and peanuts, artfully picking the clingy things out of his flowing golden hair. Of course Katya would probably not see all this as her vision isn't the best. She would see the person's arm moving but not what he or she would have been doing.
"Where," the most beautiful and annoyed male voice Katya had ever heard began, "am I, and what are these?" the question was asked in a tone suggesting the gravest of insult to one's dignity.
"What...what are what?" Katya asked the man, for she knew it was a man, by the voice.
"These," he intoned softly holding up something in his hand. Katya Immediately reached out a hand to take the thing to figure out what it was. Not being able to see well really can make life difficult.
The beautiful man handed over the object he held. Katya tookk it.
"Packing peanuts. They're used in shipping to keep stuff from being broken," the young woman explained.
The man rose to his feet, making a downward gesture with one arm (this Katya saw) and causing all the peanuts on his glorious person to fall to the ground (this Katya did not see).
Katya could see at least from his shape and his hair that he wore robes and in her mind, this equaled intense attractiveness, though she could not see the other's face, not unless she was quite close, too close, most likely.
"You have not answered my question," the man said, a note of coldness creeping into his liquid voice.
"Uh...Virginia in the USA. And you just survived being transported in a box with styrofoam," Katya replied.
"I take it thus is the name of this substance," he prodded some peanuts with a embroidered slippered toe, though this as usual was lost on our visually-impaired authoress.
"Yeah," Katya replied guessing what he meant. Just then the other box began to shift. "You have a friend," Katya noted worry in her voice as she reached out to touch the other package.
"That depends," the golden-haired man replied.
"You wouldn't happen to have any scissors would you?" Katya asked as the other box under her hand continued to shift.
"No, I have nothing but the clothing I wear, though I suppose I could open the box," the man replied amusement in his voice.
"Yeah, please do..." Katya replied, afraid of what insanity might be lurking in the second box.
Unseen to Katya, the man moved his hands in a parting motion, the second box falling open and a tall figure leaping out, packing peanuts blown from one end of the patio to the other in this new person's violent erruption.
"SAURON!" the newcomer yelled in a powerful male voice. "You dare stand here before me?!"
Katya confused by all the unseen motion shifted back toward the sidewalk as the new man made his scene. She also cringed when he yelld out the name given to her favorite Maia by the Elves loud enough for the entire condo complex to hear in her opinion.
The front door to her Polish neighbors opened and Jadviga stuck her head out, she was a redheaded woman, she stared at the two men before closing her door again.
A moment later, the front door to Katya's own condo opened and her sister, let's call her Emily, since she does like that name, stood in the doorway, now Katya cannot see her face, so she wouldn't know if the latter was bleary eyed or even bearing an angry expression. Her voice was enough though.
"I'm trying to sleep!" she half-shouted, scowling at the two men and stepping out the front door, probably thinking they might cause Katya some unwanted trouble.
"You may rest when all is at peace but Sauron stands before you!" the second man intoned to Emily vehemently a mad light (unseen by Katya) burning in his gray eyes. He wore dark clothing, his hair was black and unbound, and perhaps just a little wild.
Katya gulped, feeling afraid as Emily wouldn't just stop at shouting. And she had a strange feeling that she half-knew the two who now stood among the packing peanuts and bits of cardboard box, though she could not say how. And they knew how to fight, truly fight, not just schoolyard tumbling, actual life-ending combat that just might leave Emily dead.
"Come now, Feanaro, be at peace, I am rather limited in my abilities, as you might know if you had not been rotting away in Namo's halls." The first man laughed, the sound rich and full.
Emily looked from one man to the other. "Katya, you'd better come inside." At that moment Katya's phone went off.
She grabbed it and magnifier and began to read the newest message.
"It would behoove you to re-read the first message we sent you." Katya sighed flipping back to her inbox and finding the "Congratulations LadyAnnatar" message and opening it again. She read, and read and read. This was no simple one-hundred-and-fourty character text message it went on for what seemed a good while, outlining the program, the plushies (who didn't look very plushy at the moment, though again, Katya could not see this) and the liabilities which could be incurred upon the participant. What made her scroll up were the two names listed as the plush-toys being sent to her: Mairon, and Feanor.
Katya promptly dropped both phone and magnifier, the latter rolling on its side to rest at Mairon's feet, that was the only person the blonde man, no Elf, or Maia rather, could be. Mairon.
Katya sat down hard from her kneeling position, in shock. She didn't even really register Feanor and Emily's raised voices for a long moment, at least there were no fists flying.
"You had better leave my sister alone you - !" Emily named Feanor something rather disgraceful in the modern tongue of gansta slang.
"Did I not just inform - " Mairon asked mildly in between Emily's and Feanor's arguing voices.
"Katya," Emily interrupted Mairon, "just come inside...I can call the police on these two hoes," she glared at Feanor and Mairon, but as usual Katya could not see this. Mairon wore a haughtily displeased expression as if to say, "how dare this human woman interrupt me?".
Katya did not move, shock tends to do that to a person.
"Lady Katya, was that your name?" Feanor turned to her, "if I may," he reached down and gripped Katya's shoulder.
Katya jerked out of his grip, startled out of her shock and halfway toward a pannick attack, post-traumatic-stress-disorder also does that to a person.
Feanor frowned before turning his attention back to Sauron.
Katya stood shakily. "No," she replied to her sister. "I'm not supposed to let them out of my sight, or out of hearing rather."
"What the, " Emily then cursed, "you know these, "she cursed again.
"Yeah, they're...friends..." Katya replied unshakily, "from the anime table at school. They were just pulling a pre-Halloween prank..." she lied, knowing there was no way her sister would even believe or possibly understand the truth.
"Take your friends somewhere else and don't be loud when you come home!" And with that, Emily slammed the front door in Feanor's face.
"What an insolent little speck of - " Mairon never got the chance to finish his sentence as Feanor whirled about to face him.
"You will depart to do your vile deeds elsewhere," he hissed slowly.
Katya finally picked up her phone again and offered it to Feanor. "Mairon has to stay," she insisted, "You two are my charges, according to this."
Feanor snatched the phone and read, maneuvering the buttons as if the Noldo had used one all his life, his eyes flicking back and forth as he read.
Katya not able to see this, tried not to watch Mairon too closely, but it was hard, he was Mairon after all, and maybe even arrayed in his Annatar fana as well.
"Iluvatar burn Mandos - !" the Noldo cried his voice strangled with emotion and barely controlled fury throwing the phone.
Mairon caught the device effortlessly and began to read also. "Do control yourself, Feanaro," he intoned in that annoyed and yet somehow indifferently cool voice Katya had always imagined the Maia possessing. "I could be Melkor himself," he added wickedly, his face brightening up in a smile unseen by our authoress.
Feanor's face went white and he actually shut up. Katya, ducking past the Maia and Elf, hurried inside on the pretense of grabbing a broom to sweep up the packaging mess but really to pet her cat Andre and to have a moment to think.