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Alli had a lot to think about now... That dream... That man... It was obvious, of course, who he was. She'd never expected to actually meet him and converse with him. She'd been trying for a while now to figure out how she was even going to manage to take out Màrîo should the chance arise that he was proven guilty. But how could she prove his guilt when all of the people thought he was pure and innocent as the wind-driven snow? Any suspicion that she cast would be far more suspicious than anything he'd done... he was a hero. If he was guilty... nobody yet knew it. But he had to be... Hookbill the Goomba and Roggie of Morgoth had both been attacked. It was a miracle that they weren't killed... Alli wanted to know who this guy was and why in the world she had such a bad feeling about him. In the mean time, she'd had another dream, this one odder than the first.
Sing hey! For the Scot at close of day
who chases the bad Màrîo away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Eomer is a noble King! O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better then rain or rippling streams
is Eomer that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Eomer fighting at your back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so fair
as the voice of the innocent one, Eomer!
It was just odd. Eomer smoking and steaming? Smoking maybe, though smoking was well-known to be bad. Steamy though? Perhaps Alli was a Seer (yeah right) and her dream was portending a future romance?
Alli sat quietly thinking all of this, blocking out the noise of the world around her (Anakron and Co. watching Roggie and Queenie, as well as screaming fangirls and Tom smirking slightly for no apparent reason). She had her legs crossed comfortably beneath her and her hands resting lightly on her knees. She breathed deep, coughing a little over the Mordorian fumes, but ignoring them.
Was she supposed to fall in love with Eomer of the Rohirrim? No freaking way... Well... maybe... But because of a dream? This wasn't some story. Her life wasn't just something that a totally random and attention deficient college girl made up as she went along. This was real life. This was Mordor, for Mordor's sake! Dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.
Just as she decided that she ought to ignore all of her dreams from now on because they were totally pointless, Eru appeared before her, clad in all silver and shining with a brilliance never before comprehensible. Alli looked around, afraid that the fumes really had gotten to her and noticed that nobody was paying Tolkien's portrayal of God the least bit of attention. She turned to him, averting her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Averting my eyes, oh Lord." she called, still not looking.
"Well stop it."
"But Lord, I am not worthy."
"You've been reading hymns, haven't you? Look at me."
Alli looked. Eru looked surprisingly like a llama. She felt it most prudent not to mention this astounding revelation. Maybe she'd tell Sai later.
"Lord, why do you appear to me now in the midst of Mordor? And why am I the only one that can see you?"
"Listen!" LlamaEru boomed (or was that blatted?). "Stop ignoring the dreams I'm sending you. I've tried twice now to inform you that the Scotsman is innocent. Bloody heck, pay attention to your creator! Do you want the world as you know it to be destroyed?"
Alli looked at her surrounding... she was in MORDOR. Eru stopped her before she could comment.
"Do you want the world OUTSIDE of Mordor to be destroyed? Hmmmmm?"
"So... Eomer's innocent. Is that all?"
"Yes." And with that, Eru disappeared and Alli was left to wander toward Sai. She waited patiently for Anakron to speak.
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