The Day Middle-earth Stood Still

By: Neko-chan

A/N: ....o.O.... First, I have NO idea how I came up with this. It's weird. That's all I have to say. Also....I wanted to warn you a head of time (if I didn't, I'd probably get sued....u.u;;) that Sean and Bryanna's personalities are....what's the word I'm looking for?....enhanced. (Sano: What she means is: EXAGGERATED...) Yeah, that's it. *grin grin* Anyway brave reader, read on and see how much insanity (not to mention weirdness...) you can withstand! *cues the evil laughter*

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sean owns himself and I own myself. And that's that. ;P



Chapter One

It was a regular day in Sci Fi class. The fifteen students (minus two, but we'll get to that in a bit) were watching Back to the Future while Mr. Wagner graded their stories. (Instead of turning in regular papers, Mr. Wagner made them write short stories, which wasn't a problem for some of the students). But, in the front off in a corner of the room, a long-argued 'discussion' was taking place.

"ELVES!" the tall red-head hissed, glaring darkly at the boy seated behind her with storm cloud gray eyes .

"DWARVES!" the boy hissed back. He was shorter than the girl, but not by much. His brown hair was a curly mop on the top of his head and his blue-green eyes glared back at the girl. In one word, Sean was 'Hobbitish.' Bryanna thought that he DID look like a Hobbit...but also like a Franciscan monk. This was also one of the many arguments that the duo had had.

"ELVES!"

"DWARVES!"

"ELVES!"

"DWARVES!"

Their 'discussion' was ended abruptly when Mr. Wagner looked up from his papers with a pained expression on his face. "Sean, Bryanna....please, could you keep it down...just a little? The class is enjoying the movie...if you want to argue, please either do it after school or go outside and argue," he said, gesturing towards the door, then returning his attention to the stories.

Bryanna turned around in her desk and spit out her tongue. Quickly grabbing a loose leaf piece of paper, she scribbled 'ELVES' in huge capital letters, taking up half of the page. Sean glared back and did the same to his own piece of paper, but instead of the word Elves, he wrote 'DWARVES' in even _bigger_ capital letters.

Bryanna sniffed and turned around, tapping her pen against the desk. Softly, but loud enough for Sean to hear, she murmured her favorite come back: "You're just jealous."

Sean blinked, then shrugged. He didn't know what he was supposed to be jealous of, but who knew what went on in the mind of a red-headed sixteen year old girl? Frankly, he was terrified to find out...especially since it was _Bryanna's_ mind. What if she had stood out in the sun too long and it had fried the few brain cells she had possessed?

"I heard that!" the girl growled.

"Heard what? I didn't say anything!" Sean retorted, sticking his tongue out at the girl.

"And I saw that, too!"

Sean blinked once again. Since when did Bryanna read minds and have eyes in the back of her head? He shook his head. Girls were strange. They should be qualified as an alternate species. How else could they read the minds of men and see what men did behind their backs? Too freaky for words....

Meanwhile, Bryanna was fiddling with her favorite bookmark, the one that her mother had searched for days for. It had a picture of Legolas about to shoot an arrow and attached to it was a replica of the One Ring. It even had the inscription on it! Her favorite thing to do during class was twist it around and around and try to put it on her finger. But it was always too small. That was about to change, however...

Bryanna yawned in boredom, her eyes becoming like cat's eyes, little slivers of gray shining through as she continued to watch Back to the Future. The red-head had watched it plenty of times before and it DID eventually get boring after a while... This was one of those times.

Distractedly, she began to play with her bookmark's Ring, twining it around her fingers, as if she couldn't let go of it. It was a habitual gesture and she didn't notice it, not even when the Ring began to glow red and suddenly slipped onto her finger.

All she could do was give a little yelp as a green light began to surround her. Sean only had enough time to blink and reach out towards her. Then, he too was surrounded in light--but his light was a light brown, almost the color of his hair. There was a loud POP!...and then they were no more.

* * *

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bryanna and Sean screamed as they fell through the air. They were very high up, and when they landed they were probably going to break several bones. (Maybe that was why Bryanna was trying to maneuver around Sean; she was trying to have him cushion her fall when they finally _did_ land. Smart girl. ^_^)

"BRYANNA......I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" Sean screamed as the duo continued to plummet towards Earth...or would have been Earth if they were still IN Earth.

"WHAT FOR?!" Bryanna screamed back, still trying to make sure that Sean landed under her. Hey, a girl had to have her priorities, and that just happened to be hers. It wasn't _her_ fault that Sean hadn't yet realized what she was doing. All's fair in love and war...or, in this case: All's fair in attempting to fly...and falling. (Which is what they were doing at that moment...)

Then, suddenly, Bryanna thought of an even BETTER come back!! "YOU CAN'T KILL ME IF WE'RE BOTH DEAD!" she yelled smugly.

"I'LL COME INTO THE AFTERLIFE AND HAUNT YOU THEN!"

"YOU CAN'T! GHOSTS CAN'T HAUNT GHOSTS! IT'S A COSMIC RULE!"

"LIKE YOU KNOW!"

"LIKE YOU DON'T!"

And, just like in any other fan fic, the argument was cut off by them landing...going straight _through_ the ceiling of the Great Hall at Rivendell and landing in its fountain with a HUGE Splash!

Bryanna and Sean sat up, Bryanna rubbing her head and groaning in pain. "This is all YOUR fault," she accused Sean, glaring at him.

Sean glared back. Water seeped from the both of them as they stood, helping each other out of the fountain. "How is it MY fault?" Sean asked, incredulous. Just like a girl, to blame her OWN doings on a guy... Sean grumbled to himself, but didn't say any of his complaints out loud. Knowing the red-head, she would probably twist his words and find a way to make EVERYTHING his fault. This knowledge came from experience.

So deep in his own thoughts that Sean didn't notice his surroundings until Bryanna clutched his arm tightly, digging her fingernails into his skin and leaving small half-moon wounds.

"Ow!" Sean exclaimed and tugged his arm out of her grasp. "Bry, you know you aren't allowed to use 'claws' in a fight!"

"Sean, shut up!" she hissed back, her eyes wide as she surveyed the room they had landed in. "Look! Just shut up and look, Hobbit-boy!"

Sean grumbled at the use of the term 'Hobbit-boy,' but did as Bryanna bid. And his blue-green eyes widened as he gazed at the many people staring at him. Most of them were Elves, and as he looked about him, he noticed someone (or should I say, SOMEONES) that Bryanna shouldn't be allowed near. But, by then, it was too late.

A loud squeal of happiness was heard (the Elves winced as their tender ears were viciously attacked by this sound of fangirl delight--later they would make this 'sound of glee' into a weapon against Sauron's armies, along with the GLOMP, the most _dreaded_ weapon known to Elf, Dwarf, Man, Orc, etc...-kind). Bryanna suddenly detached herself from Sean's arm and launched into the air, practically flying.

And landing right in a heap of Elven bodies....

Sean could distantly hear the exclamations of: "LEGGIE-CHAN!!" "GIL-CHAN!!" "GLORIE-CHAN!!" "EL-CHAN!!" From his two years of being Bryanna's friend, Sean knew that she had finally found her 'destiny'. (As Bryanna put it.) And the nonsense words that she was spouting were actually her nicknames for them. Leggie-chan was Legolas, Gil-chan was Gildor, Glorie-chan was Glorfindel, and El-chan was Elrond. Sean felt very, very, very, very, very, very, very sorry for the four Elves now that Bryanna had her mitts on them.

He continued his examination of the room; then suddenly, he, too, stilled. He yelled: "SAM! PIPPIN! MERRY! FRODO!" He had finally found his brethren! It was...a joyous day! Sean was so happy, he felt as if he could do an Irish jig! (Which he _might_ have been able to do, since both he and Bryanna were Irish...)

He paused, halfway to the Hobbits' table. What he then saw filled him with awe. "Gimli...." he murmured. Sean fell to his knees, genuflecting his 'god,' making a small sea form in the middle of the stone floor.

Gandalf watched all of this, a pitying look on his face. "Poor things," he said softly to Aragorn. "I wonder how long they've been insane?"