Finally! Chapter three is here :) Hope ya'll enjoy. I've also fixed the dialogue in the last chapter so you can tell who is talking.
Chapter Three
The Council at Lea Brin

Oh, thou fellow apricots, I need thy assistence! I know NaNoWriMo is months away, but I want to be ready with my plot, characters, everything. You can tell I'm a newbie, can't you? 

Okay, okay, I'll admit this is a little juvenile, but years ago (when I was the sprity age of thirteen or fourteen), I really annoyed people by sending out these spoofs I had written about everyone's favorite films.

Don't judge a person by just one story... ; )
Hope you get a laugh or two out of it!

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The Losers of Lorien

Who are these poor unfourtunate losers? These rejects of society? The Fellowship of the Ring!

On the eves of the forest of Lorien, the Fellowship pauses.

*A/N* These first two-Goddess of the Sea and The Doctor- I think could turn into something a little bit more elaborate. What to you all think? The others are just kind of random, spur of the moment type things.

I'm sorry I didn't post sooner. I've had quite a bit going on, so I wasn't able to write as much as I wanted to. Not only that, but I'm a bit of a procrastinator... Anyways, I've also changed a few things in the first chapter, because I realized there were a few inconsistencies. I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter, and hopefully the next will be out sooner than this one was :) If anyone has suggestions, criticism, or whatever, please tell me. Anything to improve! 

Chapter Two

Terram's Assignment

riding a cloud, unconventional,

flying out loud, interdimensional,

run, jump, fly, come along for the ride.

I'm gonna see you on the flipside.

(chorus)

dancing in the fourth dimension,

step sideways between the particals,

there's no rain in zero gravity,

lost in thought, lost on the flipside.

alien ship, extraterrestrial,

major head trip, super fantastical,

laugh, cry, sing and spread your wings,

how off earth do you steer this thing.

(chorus)

dancing in the fourth dimension,

I hope you enjoy this. It started with a simple idea. We are building a new garage onto our house, and the entrance to the second floor is through my room. On the first warm day of the year, I was in there and I had the windows open. the room in the first part of the story is like the incomplete upstairs of our garage. To enlarge a little, it is just plywood and boards. If you have ever seen the inside of a house or shed under construction, you'll know what this is like. i described it pretty well in the story, but that's enough of an intro. Please enjoy this.

   These, and the last couple of fairy tales I've been posting, are for a comilation entitled, "Ordinary Tales of Extraordinary Nature." Of late, I have been annoyed at the lack of good fantasy in the writing sphere of today (excluding AP, of course!), so these little stories are my response to the listless and dark fantasies you find in a bookstore. My tales, like E. Nesbit's short fairy stories, may or may not have a moral; however, I wouldn't wish my morals to be apparent, for when I was a child, I hated when someone was trying to teach me something.

I know I'm going out on a limb here, since this tale isn't finished. But I fully intend to finish it, even if it does take a while. This was the 2010 NaNoWriMo novel I started, but never got far because I was trying to finish another story. If anything seems confusing, please tell me about it. I've written it in a way where not everything is going to be explained right off, but if you have any questions, please ask me :) Hope ya'll enjoy it, and the next chapter should be up soon

Chapter One
Secrets, Secrets!

The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain.  His ears pointed.

It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down.  A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets.  His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face.  He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door. 

The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.