Tynian and Bevier belong to David Eddings. As far as I'm concerned, he can have Bevier...if he would just give me Tynian!*Coughcough.*Okay, he could give me Bevier, too. I would promptly give him as a gift to Lady Bevier, whose acquaintance I have only recently made. Lady Bevier/Marjory (yes, they are one and the same character...) belong to, uh, well, Lady Bevier. Carol belongs to me. At least, on good days, she does. Sometimes, I belong to her, though. Depends on who's writing the story... @_@ Neither Marjory or myself are really as wacko as I make us out to be...well, for the most part we're not that ditzy. (Marjory: I am! ^^;;) I didn't write this myself...Lady Bevier helped! So don't blame me for all of the insanity. :D

The story you are about to read contains real characters. They are all professionals and have highly trained back-up in case something goes wrong. The events in this story should not be tried at home.

"MARJORY!" The shriek echoed back and forth between mountains.

Marjory turned. "WHAT?" she bellowed back to the girl running to catch up to her.

"You (gasp for breath) will never guess (puff puff) what I have in mind!"

The excitement was infectious and Marjory found herself grinning. "What, Carol?" Carol opened her mouth to speak, and then a blank look glazed over her eyes. "Uhh, Carol? You there? Earth to Carol!" Marjory shoved Carol.

"Huh? Oh, right, my idea! Well, we both love David Eddings-"

"David Eddings is married, you dolt! We can't chase after him!"

"Not him! I meant build some sort of contraption that can take us into his books."

Marjory stared at Carol for a moment. "That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard! A machine to take us into the David Eddings books? Yeah, uh-huh, sounds reeeaaaallll possible to me!" She scowled at Carol for a moment, then a look of curiosity sparked in her eyes. "What do you think we'd need to make something like that?"

Carol squeeled in excitement. "COME ON!" She grabbed Marjory's arm and took off running for, you guessed it, the tool shed.

Hours later...

The forest clearing was silent. The crickets had just started chirping and the sun was just starting to set. The silence was broken by a loud crash. "Are we there yet?" came a muffled voice from the machine that had appeared in the middle of the meadow.

"I don't know! But I do know that someone is crushing me!" A loud 'oof' sounded, followed by an 'ouch!' The machine abruptly fell apart, revealing two disheveled young ladies twisted awkwardly on the ground. After much pushing and prodding of each other, they were able to stand up.

"Are we there yet?" Marjory asked again.

"If you ask that one more time, I'm stopping what we're doing and going home!" Carol snapped. They looked around.

"I think we made it," Marjory said. "Shall we look around?"

"Great idea! Lets just hope that we run into the good guys before the bad guys," Carol said.

"Right!" The two set off into the sunset, discussing their plans on their reaction when they ran into their favorite characters from David Eddings Elenium.

Just after sunset...

"I'm tired!" Marjory said.

"Stop complaining, this was your idea!" Carol answered.

"No it wasn't!" Marjory replied, outraged.

"Okay, so it wasn't, but it was worth a try," Carol said, grinning. They kept walking. "You know, this whole deal has been really bor..." She cut off when Marjory suddenly shushed her. Listening, she heard it too.

"It's been a long ride," a man said.

"Yeah it has," replied another. "Thankfully, nothing exciting has happened." Marjory and Carol gaped at each other, and then immediately, and probably stupidly, headed towards the voices. Creeping through the underbrush, they were able to come up on the two men's encampment without attracting notice. What they say caused both of their jaws to drop and they just stared.

"Bevier, who's cooking tonight?"

The other man who hadn't spoken smiled slightly. "Why, you are Tynian."

Tynian scowled, then sighed. "I guess I should have known after traveling with Ulath all over the countryside." Bevier laughed and Tynian began cooking supper.

Marjory and Carol continued to stare. They stared at the two knights the entire time that they cooked...and stared some more while they ate...and hadn't stopped staring after they finished eating. "Let's get ready for bed," Bevier yawned. "Tomorrow's going to be even longer." Tynian agreed and they both began getting ready for bed, removing their boots and shirts. Marjory made a slightly strangled noise.

"Did you hear that?" Tynian asked, looking around.

Bevier shrugged, stretching out on his bed roll, hands behind his head. "Age, you know. You lose your hearing, but think you're still hearing things." Tynian threw his Bevier's wadded up cloak at him.

Neither Marjory or Carol had moved. Finally, Carol swallowed and leaned her body over by Marjory, never taking her eyes from Tynian. "You shouldn't stare," she whispered.

Marjory shook herself slightly, then muttered back, "Look who's talking! And I'm not staring!"

"Yeah," Carol replied. "I'm not staring either. I'm just...um...appreciating the view..." That did it. Marjory sniggered slightly, and tried to control it. This didn't help Carol control her laughter. It bubbled up and she guffawed loudly into the night. Marjory fell over in a helpless fit of laughter.

"WITCHES!" They both stopped laughing when they looked up and saw the knights pointing some very deadly-looking swords at them. Well, Bevier used his Lochaber axe...but it was a very deadly-looking Lochaber axe. And when he glared at them like that, he looked like a very deadly-looking Bevier.

"Who are you?" Bevier demanded.

"Lady Bevier," Marjory squeaked.

Tynian stared at Bevier, his sword dropping slightly. "Have you been keeping secrets?" Bevier could only stare at him helplessly.

AN: Okay, this is going to be longer than a chapter. But ideas just keep coming to me!! If you have more ideas, lemme know, please! And lemme know what you think of this chapter! RR!