So the entire thought process on this one was "what if I combine two of my four favourite things in the world with each other" and not much else (adding the other two, pizza and cats, just didn't seam to fit). 19th century French revolutionaries wind up in Middle Earth during the War of the Ring instead of actually dying. What could go wrong? Probably just enough to be hilarious.
Les Misérables of the Rings
Prologue
"And rain... Will make the flowers..." Éponine struggled, but knew she wouldn't be able to finish the words. Instead, she made the decision to try to do what she had longed to do for years and reached up to kiss Marius, only to fail, her head falling back limply as the world went black and she died.
Or, at least, she thought she was dying. The world seemed to be spinning around her, despite the darkness, and she was sure she was falling. Sound became fuzzy before disappearing almost entirely, leaving only a ringing in her ears. The pain was gone from her hand and chest now, but she decided she would take that over the spinning and ringing if that was what awaited her for all of eternity.
Then, without warning, it all stopped, leaving nothing but silence and darkness. A few moments passed, and the silence was replaced with the faint sound of a heartbeat, wind, and the chirping of birds. Had it stopped? Had the barricade fallen? Or, by some chance, had they won? But more importantly, how was she alive?
Perhaps she had died after all, though, and she was in whatever afterlife awaited her. She doubted Hell had birds and wind, so had she somehow made it to Heaven? Hesitantly, Éponine opened her eyes to find herself in a place that she couldn't recognize at all. She was in an elegant room with stone walls, carved carefully with intricate designs. She'd never seen anything so fancy in her life. The bed she was lying on made her feel as though she were lying on a cloud. He lifted her left arm to examine her hand, expecting to see a hole clean through it where the musket had shot her, yet that was not the case. Her hand was fully in tact, with only a faded scar as evidence that she'd even been shot. Panicking slightly, she sat up with a jolt, her head spinning and throbbing as a result.
Could this be Heaven? Somehow she doubted that. It didn't feel like Heaven, but then again she had never been dead before so who was she to make that call? Maybe it was. She was still staving, however, and if it was Heaven, surely she wouldn't be hungry? Was there hunger in Heaven? She tried to remember if she had ever heard a priest comment on that, but nothing came to mind.
The sound of a door opening pulled her out of her struggle to figure out if she were in Heaven, and she turned to see a tall man with long, brown hair enter. She stiffened instinctively, not trusting the strange man before her. As he got closer, however, she realized that he was very different from every other man she had met. There was no sign that he had ever possessed facial hair, and his long brown hair was perfectly straight, with some of it pulled back elegantly in a partial ponytail.
The thing about his appearance that drove her over the edge, however, was the fact that his ears were perfectly and unnaturally pointed.
With a horrified shriek, she jolted out of the bed only to trip on the sheets in her panicked state, falling flat on the floor. She stiffened as the pointed-eared man helped her up and set her back on the bed.
"You don't need to be afraid of me," he told her. "You were found unconscious in the wilderness and were brought here for healing."
"What wilderness? Who are you and what is this place?" Éponine asked, her heart racing. This man was completely different from anyone else she had ever met, almost as if he wasn't really human.
"My name is Lord Elrond, and you are in Rivendell," he replied.
"Elrond... Rivendell..." Her head was completely spinning now. "What about Paris, and the rebellion?"
Lord Elrond raised an eyebrow in response. "There's no 'Paris' anywhere near here, and certainly no rebellions. Are you all right?"
Éponine's heart raced faster, and the feeling of panic began to engulf her. "No Paris... But I was in France- I was shot- This can't be real. This must be a dream..."
"I can assure you that this is no dream..." The rest of Lord Elrond's words blurred in her ears as the panic and fear overwhelmed her and the room began to spin before the world began to go black again, with one last thought before once more falling unconscious.
But where on Earth is Rivendell?
