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| Maevainwen Adaniel | Mar 16 2011, 11:04 AM Post #1 |
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Master of the Rings
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Title: Fearowyn, the MST Author: Maevainwen Adaniel Rating: K Genre: MST, Humor Text it is based on: Fearowyn, by Lady Arianne Of Ambers Valley Characters: Mae and the team, Éomer and a sue called Fearowyn Summary: Éomer falls for a sue called Fearowyn. Warnings: Bad Grammar, Canon Rape and the author got a bit hyphen happy...just a bit. Review here Bob had given the team a months holiday at the Bay of Belfalas after Mae’s birthday on Boxing Day. Erestor was sitting under a tree writing poetry, Jar Jar was swimming with Mae in the ocean and Jareth was sunbathing, occasionally sipping a large cocktail. Erestor looked up as Mae suddenly shrieked something unintelligible. “By the Valar, Mae,” he groaned, “Please, have some pity on my ears and don’t screech like that!” Mae grinned and waved at him from the crystal water, “Sorry ‘Restor!” she yelled. “And get some proper clothes on.” The Elf Lord added peevishly. Mae looked down at her tank top and swimming shorts, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” “A young lady should not show that much skin.” Jareth looked up lazily and said to Erestor, “Mae’s not really a lady though, is she?” he grinned over at Mae, who glared and splashed at him childishly. Erestor sighed. “No, she is not.” Mae grinned at him and danced out of the water, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. Jareth smirked at Erestor as Mae pulled him into the ocean with her. “MAE!” Erestor yelled, exasperated. Mae just giggled and ducked under the water. Suddenly the sky darkened slightly and Jacques Robert Le Balrog de Morgoth made his way to the beach, accompanied by his orcs, who were leading a man with long, blond hair and a deep green velvet tunic. Mae waved madly, “HEY BOB!!” she called. The man looked up, and Mae’s jaw dropped. Erestor turned and saw the man, “Lord Éomer?” he asked, surprised. Éomer bowed slightly. “My lord Erestor,” he replied, “What is happening? I was walking through the woods in Ithilien one moment, and the next I was here, surrounded by orcs and a Balrog...” Jareth broke in, “Bob, the Balrog, is Mordor’s resident psychologist. He has stolen all us here to be part of an experiment.” He glared at Bob, who grinned back at him. “That is true, my dear goblin,” he answered, “and I have found a new story for you to spork. It just happens to be a lovely little Lord of the Rings fic. Éomer will be your guest sporker. Be thankful it is only a one shot.” “Thanks, oh marvellously merciful master.” Mae muttered sarcastically. “What was that, girl?” asked Bob, his grin showing far too many teeth. Mae simply stuck her tongue out at him, earning herself a headsmack from Jareth, who hugged her hard after. Éomer raised an eyebrow as Bob waggled a finger at her. “You will start tomorrow,” he smiled, “you may want a good sleep tonight.” Jar Jar sighed and shook the water out of his ears before noticing that Éomer was staring at him, shocked. “Mesa sorry,” he said “Mesa Jar Jar Binks, whosa are yousa?” Éomer’s mouth dropped open and he stammered, “It...It talks!” Erestor sighed, “Lord Éomer, let me introduce you to your fellow prisoners. This is Jareth the Goblin king.” Jareth waved, “Greetings Lord Éomer,” He said. “It is nice to have you with us!” Éomer waved back, a little awkwardly. “This is Jar Jar Binks, Gungan warrior and senator of the planet Coruscant,” Erestor continued, “and this is Mae, a human girl from a planet called Earth.” Mae grinned at Éomer and waved, “Prepare to lose the last of your sanity here, Lord Éomer!” she said cheerfully. Éomer blinked and began backing away nervously. Mae’s face fell and she hugged Jareth, “I didn’t mean to scare him...” she sniffled. Jareth sighed and hugged her back. “Don’t mind her,” he muttered to Éomer, “She’s hormonal and insane, but harmless.” Mae nodded, giving him a watery smile. “Very well...Mae,” Éomer replied, “I didn’t mean to upset you either.” Erestor looked at the darkening sky and cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention, “I think we should probably get some sleep,” he said, “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” Everyone agreed and walked towards the resort-styled villa that they were staying in. - the next morning- Mae was in the middle of introducing Éomer to the joys of freshly brewed coffee the next morning, when the Klaxon and strobe lights started up. Éomer jumped and drew his sword, Erestor merely sighed. “That, Lord Éomer, is merely the Badfic alarm. It means we have to go to the theatre to begin our new spork.” Éomer, who had just been informed of the joy of fanfiction, Sues and sporking, groaned. Mae sighed and started headwalling. She stopped after a while and, with a rather glazed look, grabbed a coffee and some chocolate and walked to the newly erected theatre. She was soon joined by Jareth, Erestor, Jar Jar and Éomer. They had just sat down when the words began scrolling up the screen. Fearowyn Jar Jar: Wha? Here thusly Jareth: Here whatly? Mae: She’s trying to sound educated...I think. is the story of Fearowyn and Eomer. Éomer: WHAT!! Me? And who is Fearowyn? Erestor: I am afraid that Fearowyn is a Sue, my Lord. Éomer: *groans* Not a Sue...And they forgot my accent. Jar Jar: Where’s da disclaimer? Mae: Apparently Lady A don’t need one <_< Everyone else: Lady A? Mae: I don’t wanna have to say ‘Lady Arianne of Ambers Valley’ every time! And Lady Ari is just an insult to Ari ![]() All: Ohhhhh. * * Mae: It looks like a face... Jareth: I'm gonna keep singing songs about roads. It was a line in the original fic Mae: Right! They waited at Dunharrow for three days, three days with little hope as only small groups of men and riders came forth to join them, and on that last night they slept fitfully with nightmares. Erestor: Sweet Belain...Why are these Suethors so confusing. Were they sleeping with nightmares? Or did they have nightmares when they slept? Mae: I don’t think I want to know...*mutters darkly about Succubi and Incubi*Jar Jar: *whacks Mae* They had no hope. Jareth: *darkly* The urple power of the Sue had proven too much for the brave Rohirrim. Mae: They had battled long and hard against her. Éomer: But their resistance was slowly breaking down. Erestor: And despite their greatest efforts they were lost to the darkness. *beat* Urpility. Jar Jar: *sniffs* Dat sad... That night two things of greatest importance happened – Mae: Ooh! A random Hyphen! I’ma keep it! Éomer: O-kay… Jareth: I told you she was insane. Mae: *creepy grin* Ara: [over the loudspeaker] MAE! DROP THE HYPHEN! Erestor: What in Middle-Earth is she doing here?! *Hyphen flies away* Mae: OI! But…but…no…please…m..my hyphen ![]() Jareth: *sighs and pats Mae on the head* one was that Aragorn, Jar Jar: Stray comma! *Comma flies away, presumably in the direction of the hyphen* son of Arathorn, and his two companions – Mae: *raises an eyebrow* And another hyphen. *Hyphen disappears* Erestor: I’d like to know where all these punctuation marks are going. Ara: [over the loudspeaker] To my collection, of course. Erestor: Which is? Ara: The Society for the Protection of Punctuation and Parts of Speech. Erestor: ![]() Gimli the dwarf, Erestor: And why isn’t the word ‘Dwarf’ capitalised? Mae: *As Lady A* Coz dwarfs are, lyk, totally not hawt enough to, lyk, be respected! Éomer: *winces* Mae: Sorry... and Legolas the Elf, made their way through the door into the mountain in order to get more troops, and secondly a group of Rohirrim warriors made their way over the mountain, on their Mearas steeds towards the encampment in order to follow their king. Éomer: What? Common soldiers on Mearas? I should think not! Erestor: *sighs* She has probably only watched the movies and therefore would know next to nothing about LotR canon. "My lord, my lord" a soldier called, entering the king's tent and disturbing a meeting between him and his captains, "I'm sorry for interrupting you my lord, but more soldiers have arrived" "Good" said Theoden-king, standing, "Send for their leader to mount the hill – Mae: *blinks* Three hyphens? And Théoden lost his accent again *Hyphen vanishes. Again* Erestor: *turns in direction of loudspeakers* Ara! Stop that! Ara: [over loudspeaker] They’re my punctuation marks! MINE! *Voice echoes* for I would wish to speak with him" "They're already here, my lord" "They?" Jareth: *creepy whisper* The PPC had arrived! Éomer: Ye Gods... "They came over the mountain – Mae: Four? it's soldiers from the mountain clans, my lord – Mae: Five… Jar Jar: Mountain clans? Éomer: I know of no such clans. they're here" and great was the surprise of the King and the other captains that they exited the great tent and found that the mountain clan people had indeed arrived. Standing in front of them were 400 Mearas steeds, Jareth: Where’d they pull all them from? Mae: *solemnly* Their arses. *silence* Mae: What? tall and proud, with their riders wearing chain-mail and leather instead of the sheet-metal armour that most warriors wore. Éomer: I beg your pardon? All the Rohirrim wore chainmail and leather. It was the Gondorians who wore sheet metal armour. Jar Jar: Shesa don’t know that. Upon their shoulders lay pinned their cloaks, dark and bright – Mae: Six… Jareth: I suppose they were light and heavy as well. Because that description of their cloaks makes so much sense. *rolls eyes* thousands of coloured thread Erestor: Threads. weaved Éomer: I believe the correct term is woven, not…‘weaved’. together to create a cloak warm enough for the treacherous winter of the mountains, and on their steeds there were no reins, instead they wore merely a saddle and a piece of head and leg armour – Mae: Seven? light and made of steel with great sharp points. Jareth: That sounds more like the armour that the Moria Goblins used than that of the Rohirrim. They made a magnificent sight, and many felt hope reach into their hearts, Mae: And screw up their arteries. *rolls her eyes* for the warriors of the mountain clans were famous in their skill of battle, but there were some among the crowds who felt bitter Jareth: They were all eating radishes. Erestor: *sighs and headchairs* and did not feel hope at their arrival, for their was a great bitterness between the men of the plains and the men of the mountains, Mae: *sarcastically* Nooooo, they all met up once a month and had a lovely little tea party together. *scowls* even though they served the same king and rode under the same banner. Mae: Hey! A paragraph without a hyphen!! *beams* Jar Jar: An’ no full stop. Mae: *sniffles* *Everyone else moves away* For many years ago, there were many more Mearas steeds that wondered the plains of Rohan, Erestor: Wonder. To speculate about something, to be amazed. Jar Jar: *laughs* Mesa tink she no mean to use that word. Jareth: *sadly* They were all ghosts…Ghosts of the deceased Mearas…The ones killed off by sickness, old age and canon rape. Mae: *wipes away a tear* Poor, poor Mearas… but they began to wonder Éomer: What in Udun they were doing in a shitfic? *beat* Is that the right word, Mae? Mae: Yup! :lol: *hi-fives him* Erestor: MAE! What have you been teaching Éomer? Mae: *innocently* I was just expanding his vocabulary. Erestor: *facepalms* into the mountains more and more, and so many of the plains began to think that the mountain people had stolen the great creatures for their own, and there was open hostility between the two peoples, though not a war. Mae: And another paragraph without a hyphen!! Jar Jar: *yells* WHAT DA SITH IS DIS FIC TALKING ABOUT!!! *wails and throws random stuff at the screen* Everyone else: woah… Bob: GUNGAN! To. Your. Seat. Jar Jar: *sniffles and huddles in his seat, muttering darkly to himself* Éomer: It’s alright, Jar Jar. Jar Jar: Another cause for dis-content Erestor: Discontent is one word. Mae: Eight… among many was the fact that the great steeds before them each held two people, a rider – Mae: Nine… a man wearing a helmet and with a sword and axe belted to his hip, and behind them, there was a women – Mae: Ten… Jar Jar: A Woman, not a Women. perched in a crouching position they rode across plains and mountains to fight for their people – Mae: Eleven? Erestor: Perched? Are they birds? these women had no swords – Mae: *uneasily* Twelve… Jareth: They didn’t? What a relief! just arrows and a bow, and a long axe which they could fight with when their arrows were finished. These women were fierce, blue battle paint ordained their faces, Jareth: What? The blue paint made their faces into priests? Erestor: *mutters* Someone’s been watching too much Braveheart. Mae: I LOVE BRAVEHEART!! *squees* Éomer: Brave Heart? Mae: You haven’t seen Braveheart?Jar Jar: Uh Mae? Hesa not have a TV. Mae: Oh...yeah ![]() and their golden hair was pushed back from their faces, and they wore no helm and little armour, preferring the lighter wear of rangers – Mae: *screams* I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY MORE!! Erestor: *hugs Mae* Bob: *muses* Interesting… *Hyphens are now flapping around the theatre with wings like the Golden Snitch…several of them…* Ara: [over the loudspeaker] This is a day of great triumph for the Society for the Protection of Punctuation and Parts of Speech! *giggles delightedly* Everyone else: *groans* of leathers Éomer: I believe you want the singular there. and oil-skins. The tradition of allowing women to fight was something that the plains people of Rohan never understood, Jareth: What about the Shield Maidens? neither was the tradition of having them perch, almost like birds, Mae: HARPIES! *grins* behind a rider - but in the mountains there were not many horses - not many of the great Mearas - and so only the men were allowed to ride, and the women were forced to learn other forms of warfare in order to survive. Jareth: Aye, the arts of seduction, Urpility, Sueish-ness... *sighs* Ara: [over the loudspeaker] And hyphenating everything! They were nimble and swift like the elves, and their eyes were sharp Erestor: Would that not hurt them? and their ears waiting – Jar Jar: For what? Éomer: For the fey, urple commands of Fearowyn. *glares* for they had learnt the ways of rangers and scouts Jar Jar: *A la boy scouts* Be Prepared. *salutes* and the way of being silent even when killing their foes. Mae: Like Eliot! *pause* Sort of. *longer pause* Not really… *even longer pause* But sort of. ![]() Éomer: *raises an eyebrow* Jareth: Eliot? Mae: *nods* From Leverage! He’s awesome...and cute...and the actor sings…*dreamy sigh* ![]() Jareth: <_< I thought you loved me? Mae: Yeah! I love Eliot too. *grins* Jareth: *sighs* And many were distrustful of them - one of these was Eomer, sister-son of Theoden and Third-Marshall of Rohan. Ara: [over the loudspeaker] Even I have a limit when it comes to hyphens…seriously, how many does she have here? She’s like…hyphen-happy! Erestor: There is something rather frightening about hearing Ara’s voice booming over the loudspeaker every few paragraphs… Ara: *in scary voice* Feeeeaaaar meeeeeee. Everyone else: AAAAAGGGGHHH! Bob: SHUT UP! "Well met, Well met indeed" called Theoden to the cloaked riders, "Come forth, so we may Jareth: That’s enough, Mae. Mae: Awww, but I was having fun! Éomer: *shakes his head sadly* Dark are these days indeed, if this is considered fun- OUCH! *has Mae’s empty coffee cup thrown at him* Jar Jar: *snorts with laughter* Erestor: I should like to know why beavers are roaming the Eastfold… Jareth: Because Mae ordained it so. and so a Mearas stepped forth, tall and great and golden was he, Erestor: My shiny! *beat* ![]() *Everyone else stares at him* and his rider tall and fierce in battle, Mae: *rolls her eyes* And short and meek at home. but smart in mind, Jar Jar: *deadpan* An’ long in hair an’ blue of eyes an’ short of vocabularies. *sighs* Éomer: Oh, so you can’t be tall, fierce and smart? he dismounted – Erestor: Comma. Not hyphen. COMMA! Jareth: *grins* Now, now Elfy. Erestor: *Scary Elf Lord Stare Of Doom™* Jareth: *raises an eyebrow* as did the woman who had been perched behind him, and they both bowed low at the waist, their hands fisted at their hearts. Éomer: *mutters sarcastically* Amazing. They actually have some respect for their king. Jar Jar: Hands what-ed at their hearts? Mae: Fisted. I think she means they were clenched into fists...kinda like they were ready to punch someone. *waves her hands about emphatically and knocks over Erestor’s coffee* Or maybe they were beating their chests in repentance like we do in church...or they could have been-OW! Erestor: *puts away the coffee mug* Please, please don’t knock my coffee over again. Mae: *mutters* That’s gonna leave a bruise on my forehead now. <_< "I am Fearomin - captain-chief Jareth: *snorts his coffee* Éomer: What in Eru’s name is a Captain-chief? Ara: [over loudspeaker] A chief top bloke guy! Because you can never have too many emphases to describe a military rank. of the silver-vale clan, Jar Jar: Oh good lord. Éomer: The Silver-Vale clan? who rides to your call, this is my sister Fearowyn" Éomer: *hides* he nodded towards the woman next to him. They were both tall and blonde, Mae: *begs* Can I tell a blond joke? Pleeeeease? Jareth and Éomer: NO! Mae: Fun suckers. *pokes out her tongue at them* their eyes the endless blue of the mountain sky in the sun, Jareth: Soo, they were really blue…with a few clouds…and a yellow spot in the middle…and they made people squint? Riight... Erestor: I do believe that I have read something similar in one of Ara’s parodies… Jareth: *in disbelief* You read Ara’s parodies? Erestor: Er… Ara: [over the loudspeaker] HEY! There is nothing wrong with my parodies, Jareth! *beat* Apart from the fact that they’re kinda strange… and they stood proud among their fellows and in front of their king and all those who thought themselves above them. Erestor: And thank you for confusing me. *glares and downs a new coffee* "You are most welcome – Mae: Must. Ignore. The. Hyphens. *covers her eyes* Let it be known to all that the mountain people of the silver-vale clan does *Mae’s Bro pops in* I think the dipshit means ‘do’. Mae: AGH! *jumps* Bob: DAN! OUT! Dan: *flips Bob the bird and runs out* Bob: *glares at Mae* Mae: WHAT? Bob: Your brother. Mae: *glares* Erestor: Can you not get rid of Ara while you’re at it? Bob: Why? She amuses me. Erestor: She drives me insane! Ara: [over the loudspeaker] Insane is good. not abandon Rohan! and Éomer: Capital ‘A’. she does not abandon them" Jar Jar: Comma. Erestor: *sarcastically* Oh that is so sweet. and all of the mountain people bowed low in their saddles, or on their perches at words of their king, Mae: Bahahahahaha I just got that image...*is rolling on the floor laughing* Everyone else: Ummm... "Now come Fearomin - we must Everyone: MAE! Mae: WHAT! Bob: *muses* I’m starting to like this Mortal... Mae: *grins* *beat* ![]() and he returned inside the tent and the other captains followed him, but Fearomin hesitated Jareth: *As Dumb!Fearomin* Durrrrgh, I tink they nice! Yah, very nice. Me big-boss-captain-chief...Durgh hurgh hurgh...I follow now. Mae: *cracks up* and turned to his sister, "Fearowyn – Erestor: WHAT HAS SHE GOT AGAINST COMMAS! Mae: Woah...It’s ok ‘Restor...really it is...*hugs* look after Athenilas for me" Éomer: Who’s Athenilas? Jar Jar: Da Horse? Ara: [over the loudspeaker] Another Sue? Éomer: Ye gods... "Of course my brother" All: COMMA! and with a nod, she Éomer: That’s better. and joined the train of horses as they made their way down the narrow path down the mountain, their hear and cloaks shining bright in the moonlight, Erestor: Their where and cloaks? Mae: Hear. Erestor: Where? Mae: Here Erestor: Where? Bob: SHUT UP! Mae: NO YOOOOUUUUUU SHUT UP! Bob: What. Did. You. Just. Say? Mae: EEP! *hides* ARA!!!!! CONTROL YOUR BALROG! *There is silence* Mae: Thank you. Ara: [over the loudspeaker] No worries. *The theatre shakes and tongues of flame randomly appear at the walls* Bobbie, stop that. *The theatre stops shaking and the flames disappear* Erestor: What on earth possessed Ara to create a Balrog? Ara: [over the loudspeaker] My muse. and they lifted their voices high into the winds in song Jareth: *poses and sings* The hiiiiiills are aliiiiive with the sound of muuuuusiiiiiic! Éomer: What sort of a vile song is that? Mae: Vile? It’s a classic? of the mountains and of the plains of Rohan and of war and of peace - and all those that passed were lulled into sleep by their song All: *snore* Bob: *blasts the Klaxon* All: AAARRRRGGGGHHH! and the camp of Rohan slept peacefully for one last night. Jar Jar: Well, goody for them. *glares* * * Jareth: *sings* Take me home country roads, to a place I belong! Before the sun reached the sky, Ara: [over the loudspeaker] Like a fat person climbing a cliff… Erestor: ARA! Bob: Mmmph! Ara: No, Bobbie-dear, I am not untying you. Bob: *looks upset* Jareth: Bobbie…dear? the collected armies of Rohan were up and well rested and were packing their things and saying goodbye to the women who had joined them, in order to see them off, striding through the camp Eowyn impeached her brother one last time, Mae: *looks up ‘Impeached’ in the dictionary* To accuse official of offence...To cast somebody out of public office...To disparage somebody...To accuse somebody of serious crime...To bring charges against somebody... Éomer: So Éowyn kicked me out of my job…and accused me of dangerous crimes...again... *is seriously confused. And angry.* "Why can't I travel with you? Why can't I go to war too?" Jar Jar: An’ enter Whiny!Éowyn. *sighs and headchairs* "War is no place for a woman" her brother said, Mae: *looks around for Ara and steals the comma* Ara: [booms over the loudspeaker] MAE! DROP THAT! *Comma flies off* Erestor: I will never be able to get used to seeing punctuation flying around any more than I will be used to the sight of Bob the Balrog making puppy eyes. in distaste, "Then ..." she desperately spotted the tents of the mountain people, "Then why do they travel with us?" she asked pointing at them, "Why do you allow the woman from the mountains to ride to war and not I? Why brother?" Éomer: *as himself* Because the creator of the chief top bloke guy and his crazy sister violently slaughtered canon and warped your character. "I do not allow it, sister, but I can do nothing to stop it, and you know as I do that they do not ride to war – Erestor: They ride to UDUN. Jareth: *flatly* Nice. *beat* Erestor, are you alright? Erestor: *eye twitches* Do I look alright to you? they perch upon the backs of those noble steeds like carrier pigeons, waiting to pounce and kill – Ara: [over the loudspeaker] Correct me if I’m wrong, but carrier pigeons to my knowledge don’t pounce. Eomer: I believe they do in this story. they have no honour, at best they are whores and filth, you should do better than want to be like them" Everyone: YAY!!! *beat* Jar Jar: Whosa talking there? Jareth: Gah. Who knows? "How can you say that? You do not even know them?" Mae: Oh doesn’t he? *wiggles her eyebrows* Éomer: *glares* "I don't need to ... they pour their filth into this journey and dis-honour Mae: *screams* DISHONOUR IS ONE WORD! ONE FREAKING WORD! Erestor: There, there…*pats Mae on her back* our plight and mission with their very presence, I abhor them, and so should you, they don't even have their own steeds Eowyn! they Jar Jar: Capitol T are carried around by whoever they sell their services to" Jareth: That could have two meanings…either the poor guy has to carry the girl around, or the poor girl has to ‘sell her services’ to a horse. Mae: Celebrian... *whimpers* Erestor: It’s alright, Mae. "What about Fearomin and Fearowyn? do you say that they are lovers too?" and Eomer looked troubled, Mae: INCEST! Everyone else: SHUT UP! Mae: *sulks* "Nay, I do not - for I find Fearomin to be noble and of honour, but I am wary of him because he has allowed his sister to travel with him to war - what sort of brother allows their sister to go to war? Eomer: Only the ones who don’t love their sisters. Mae: OI! One of my friends is in the Army! Eomer: Did her brother want her to join? Mae: Uh…no? Eomer: See? That proves my point Mae: :grumble: and Jar Jar: Capital ‘A’. to certain death? he Jareth: And capital ‘H’. may be of honour but I do not trust him" Éomer: At least I’m in character *beat* so far. "Then I pity you my lord" spoke a voice from behind them, Erestor: I don’t. and they turned to see Fearowyn standing behind them, Mae: Kill her! *throws popcorn at the screen* Jareth: Mae? Popcorn won’t do anything about that. Jar Jar: Maybe shesa will choke on it *shrugs* a freshly polished saddle in her arms, Éomer: At least she makes herself useful. "For he is loyal to you and your uncle, Theoden-king, Erestor: Then the least you could do is capitalise ‘King’. and would willingly die for either of you, as would any of us mountain people ... Mae: You would? Really? Éomer: I wonder how good they are at following orders? Jareth: I can call the PPC! now if you would excuse me - I would like to pass" Éomer: How about no. Jar Jar: *shocked* How wude! and the two siblings realized that they had indeed blocked the path with their argument and moved away so that she and other women, all carrying freshly cleaned and oiled saddles could pass Éomer: *disgusted* I am not ashamed. I would not be ashamed of insulting those…creatures. Mae: ‘Course not *pats Éomer on the back* "See what you have done brother?" asked Eowyn, "You've insulted them and their way of life – Mae: *moans* Araaaaaaaaaaa! Take the hyphen. *hyphen flaps away* Erestor: *mutters* There is such a thing as a full stop. the mountain people brought with them 800 warriors, and now 400 of them would wish you dead, Éomer: Why can’t they just get it over and done with then? *headchairs* you best hold your tongue around them" Jareth: *to Éomer* From what I know of Éowyn, she would never talk to you like that. Éomer: She wouldn’t. and with an angry look she walked away from him. Mae: *twitches* Why does Éowyn always cop the crap from Suethors? Erestor: It’s ok, Mae. "My lady Eowyn" came a voice from her side and she turned to see Fearowyn there, saddling the great golden Mearas of her brother, She drew her sword and decapitated the Sue without hesitation. Jar Jar: Tanks, Jareth. "Are you alright? I hope I did not offend you when I spoke against your brother - It was impertinent of me” All: Jareth: She apologised? Mae: Yeah… Éomer: It’s a miracle. "No, you did not insult me, and I thank you of that Erestor: What? Jar Jar: Don’t ask mesa. I just wish I could have convinced him to allow me to ride to battle, but he believes I should not, and he had convinced my uncle so – Mae: So…what? Jareth: I think she means he had convinced Théoden to think the same as he did. Mae: *grumbles* She could’ve bloody worded it better <_< I had hoped to follow my duty and bring honour to my name for my actions and not for the actions of my brother and the actions of my king" Éomer: Did anyone understand that? *silence* Éomer: I thought not *sighs* "I understand - and I am sorry, my lady, Any one of our people would have been honoured to allow you to ride with us, Erestor: HA! *glowers at the screen* as we women do, but you have not the practice nor do we have a spare mount - every Mearas here holds two, I'm afraid" Jareth: Way to put down your princess! Well done *rolls his eyes* "Thank you, I'm afraid I would have fallen off after an hour, it must take some strength to sit there all day" "Yes it does, I still remember my training, I couldn't walk properly for about three months" Jar Jar: *yawns* Why do we wanna know dis? and they shared a laugh, Ara: [over the loudspeaker] With a cup of tea. "Is my brother true in what he said? do you really have no honour and ride with whoever you ..." she broke off blushing and Fearowyn laughed a great twinkling laugh, Mae: Why did I have a sudden image of Tinkerbell? Jareth: Uh... Éomer: Tinkerbell? Mae: You don’t wanna know… Erestor: What does a twinkling laugh sound like? Jar Jar: Mesa not wanna know. Erestor: True. "No, my lady 'tis not true, sisters ride with their brothers – All: FULL STOP. If they wish to go to war, and wives with husbands, and sometimes daughters with their fathers, and if there are horses to spare the women line up in front of the Mearas, and the Mearas choose who shall ride with them, Éomer: *is nearly shaking with fury* How. Dare. She. *Everyone else backs away slowly* a Mearas will only allow their rider and someone who their rider. All: COMMA. or the Mearas trusts to ride them" And Eowyn was awed, "A Mearas would have trusted me to ride with them?" Erestor: Éowyn! I know for a fact you are not that stupid *headchairs* "The whole of Rohan trusts you, you are Lady Eowyn, the White lady of Rohan, and you are adored by all" Mae: And you’d better remember that, Lady A *beat* I need a shot. *opens the Drinks Fridge and pulls out a vodka bottle and a shot glass* "I never knew ... but that is a strange custom ... allowing women to ride to war" Jareth: *sighs* No shit. "Yes it is" Fearowyn laughed," It came about after a woman from one of the other mountain clans, was denied the right to go to war with the men, so she dressed herself up as a man and rode with the men. All: Ye Gods *groan* Mae: *knocks back a shot* Jareth: *reaches for the bottle* Mine? Mae: *growls and hugs the bottle* Jareth: Ok…ok *backs off* Éomer: Is she alright? ![]() Erestor: Perfectly normal. It was only discovered after she saved the life of one of the captain-chief's and since then it has been our way" And Eowyn began to think but she was pulled from her musings by the appearance of Fearomin, "Good day, my lady" Mae: Doesn’t she realise that her attempt at Tolkien-esque writing is failing epically? Jar Jar: No. "Good day, my lord - Is it time to depart now?" "I'm afraid so" "I wish you well, Captain-chief Fearomin, and you Fearowyn, I hope to see and speak with you again" Mae: No! Resist her powers, Éowyn! I have faith in you! "Aye, my lady, that is my hope as well" and she bowed low, and swung gracefully onto her perch behind her brother and they rode off to the columns where the rest of their people was Jar Jar: Were. waiting. And Eowyn ran back up the mountain Erestor: Enter Super!Éowyn. and said her goodbye's to her brother – whom Jareth: Who. Not whom. Mae: *grumbles* Someone’s been taking lessons from Angey *drinks* she was still angered with, and her uncle, and as they rode down the mountain - Eowyn in a moment of pure instinct pulled her hair from her face and placed a helm over her head - she was no longer Eowyn - she was now Dernhelm. Mae: Dun Dun Duuuunnnnn! Éomer: That was not pure instinct. She had that planned for some time. * * Jareth: I’m on the road to nowhere... Bob: That will be all for today, Ara’s told me to give you a break *glowers* Mae: YAY!!! I love Ara ![]() Éomer: Where’s this Suethor? I’m going to murder her. Jareth: I’ll join you. Erestor: I thought you said it was a one shot. Bob: I never sait it was a short oneshot *smirks* All: *barge out of the theatre* |
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I don’t think I want to know...*mutters darkly about Succubi and Incubi*

You haven’t seen Braveheart?







3:14 PM Jul 11