A small bell jingled overhead as a slender woman in her early twenties stepped into the Peris Mill toyshop. "I'm looking for Trav Carsiner."
"You've found her." A thirty-something woman in an Elven-inspired dress turned around.
"Trav!" the younger woman exclaimed, hugging her. "It's me, Gala...well, Nenya,this time around. You're...older."
"And you're shorter." Trav retorted. "You shrank a good four inches. No glasses or braces, dark hair, grey eyes--what's up?"
Nenya glanced around for listeners before touching the circular metal web necklace at her throat. "Disguising charm. I also figured appearing a few years older couldn't hurt. Anyway, how about showing me around? Has Rhee shown up yet..."
The bell jingled again, announcing the arrival of a taller woman clad in messanger's gab. "So, it starts today?" she turned to Nenya. "Welcome, Nenya."
The girl stepped backwards. "Uh..hi..yeah."
"Gala, you're scaring her." Trav chuckled.
"I'm scaring myself. Oh, well, I guess I should explain." The woman knelt down and pulled back her shirt collar to reveal a long-healed bite. "I'm you, Nenya. I'm Galadriel, too."
Nenya fainted.


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The Traveler as Vice President
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— W. Somerset Maugham


A Day may come when the Courage of Authors fail, when we Forsake our Characters and break all bonds of Storyline, but it is not this day. An Hour of Weeping, and Shattered pens, when the Age of Writing comes Crashing Down! But it is not this day! This day we WRITE! By all that you hold dear in this good NaNoWriMo, I bid you Write! Authors of the Internet!"

A girl appeared behind the shop and glanced around to make sure no one had seen her appear. She had done as she said she would and stayed in Kirthanin for the seventeen years between the books. She had left a couple weeks ago--in story, that is--with that story that she was going travelling and didn't know when she'd be back. That was a lie, of course, but it wouldn't do good to have to explain how she unaged. So now she was back, and sixteen. She wasn't sure now if she made the right choice or not. She had forgotten what it was like to be sixteen and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Of course, she still remembered the past seventeen years in Kirthanin, but it was odd, being sixteen when she had been in her early thirties not two week ago. She shrugged, and rolled her shoulders before walking out into the street and into the shop.

"Hello everyone," she greeted with a smile. Then she saw Nenya passed out on the floor. "What the heck happened?"

"Well, I introduced myself to myself, and she--I-- fainted." Gala smiled. "It's so weird seeing you as a teen again. I mean, two weeks ago you were my age. Maybe next time we should dive into books with smaller gaps."


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The Traveler as Vice President
Current Members: Galadriel, Trav,Eberwolf, Aljeron12, Sulmandir, vareth in silico
Purl, LovelornLark, Mindarin, Anna-Light Warrior, Caeli



There are three rules of writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
— W. Somerset Maugham


A Day may come when the Courage of Authors fail, when we Forsake our Characters and break all bonds of Storyline, but it is not this day. An Hour of Weeping, and Shattered pens, when the Age of Writing comes Crashing Down! But it is not this day! This day we WRITE! By all that you hold dear in this good NaNoWriMo, I bid you Write! Authors of the Internet!"

A girl walked out of a dark alley and peeked down the street. The map she carried wasn't helping and her PBJ&B sandwich had gone squishy.
"Unless I find Traveler's toy store soon, I'm sunk." She muttered, taking a left. Right infront of her stood Trav's store.
*ding*
"Hello. What's..." Nenya's unconcious form caught her eye, "up? How'd you guys do this?" She looked from the passed out Nenya to the older one.




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"Or maybe I should just have picked an age and stuck to it," Rhee said with a grin. She turned as the bell on the door rang and someone walked in. She could tell easily that this one was a WordDiver, just like them. "She was introduced to herself," she explain with a grin. "Surprised her a bit too much, I suppose. And I'm Rhee, nice to meet you."

"Hi, Rhee, I'm Anna. Is she gonna be okay?" Anna asked, glancing down again.

"Don't worry," Rhee told her. "I'm sure she'll be fine." She crouched down beside Nenya and shook her shoulder slightly. "Come on, wake up. You're missing everyone arriving."

Gala bent over Nenya's limp form. "Shall I use the athelas or the cordial..." she mused.
But Nenya's eyes fluttered open. "You are me?"
"That's the short version of it." Gala laughed. "Ask me a question if you want proof."
"What's your Facebook pet? What does Nai gil i lome mean? What are you planning for a senior quote?"
"Jgu-Zru the dragon--J-G-U-dashZ-R-U," Gala spelled. " Nai gil i lome is a rough translation of the first line of May it Be by Enya using the Lhammas of The Lost Road, and my senior quote might be, 'I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.'"




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Current Members: Galadriel, Trav,Eberwolf, Aljeron12, Sulmandir, vareth in silico
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There are three rules of writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
— W. Somerset Maugham


A Day may come when the Courage of Authors fail, when we Forsake our Characters and break all bonds of Storyline, but it is not this day. An Hour of Weeping, and Shattered pens, when the Age of Writing comes Crashing Down! But it is not this day! This day we WRITE! By all that you hold dear in this good NaNoWriMo, I bid you Write! Authors of the Internet!"

"And, of course," Rhee laughed. "There is a Narnia even if that's rather unrelated to this story."

Nenya smiled. "Well, I guess I can trust you now."
"Who can you trust if not yourself?" Gala quipped. "This is going to be so hilarious."


President and Founder of Twilight is Overrated Club
The Traveler as Vice President
Current Members: Galadriel, Trav,Eberwolf, Aljeron12, Sulmandir, vareth in silico
Purl, LovelornLark, Mindarin, Anna-Light Warrior, Caeli



There are three rules of writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
— W. Somerset Maugham


A Day may come when the Courage of Authors fail, when we Forsake our Characters and break all bonds of Storyline, but it is not this day. An Hour of Weeping, and Shattered pens, when the Age of Writing comes Crashing Down! But it is not this day! This day we WRITE! By all that you hold dear in this good NaNoWriMo, I bid you Write! Authors of the Internet!"