Sari sat on the roof of her clubhouse, looking up at the night sky with her telescope while her two friends Angel and Cora sat below arguing over who had how many pixiesticks from their stash. "Do you guys ever stop eating those?" Sari wondered as she popped her head over the edge of the roof, looking at her two friends.
"Do you ever stop drinking coffee?" Cora countered.
"Point well made," Sari agreed. "Byt the way, would you mind handing me my cappuccino?" Angel grabbed the styrofoam cup and passed it over to Sari, who took it and swung back up onto the roof, just in time to see the sky errupt with colorful light. "Guys, take a look at this!"
"Holy shit!" Angel gasped, looking at the swirl of light.
"What is that?" Cora wondered.
"Better question," Angel replied. "What's that?" She pointed to a ball of fiery light that was descending rapidly, right into the cornfield behind their house. They all heard the impact of whatever it was as they lights in the sky faded and vanished.
"Lets check it out!" Sari exclaimed, gulping down the last of her coffee.
"Lets not and say we did," Cora suggested.
"Wuss," Sari goaded. "Come on, its not like there are any aliens or anything. We can always take those sickles we bought from the Antique store, and if anything attacks us we kill them like those people in Children of the Corn."
"That;s so reassuring," Cora grumbled.
"I'm all up for it," Angel bounced hyperly.
In less than five minutes the three teens were in the corn field, armed with ancient rusty sickles and a handful of pixie sticks. It didn't take them long to find the "crash site" but what they found stumped them. Standing there were several people, including four Elves, a dawrf, a human man, and four strange little halflings, and two old-looking men in wizard's robes.
"Sari?" Cora asked, knowing that it was Sari who was knowledgeable in these things.
"T-th-they're..."Sari stuttered.
"They're what?" Angel pressed.
"Lord of the Rings," was all she managed to get out.
"What is this place?" asked one of the halflings. He jumped back at seeing the three girls, armed with the sharp objects. "And who are you?!"
"We'd like to know the same thing about you," Cora said. "Like...who are you and how did you end up in our cornfield?"
"Are you really Elves?" Angel asked, reverting back to her hyper, bubbly, self.
"Both of you be quiet!" Sari ordered. "We mean no harm," she added to the group. "We er... saw you land out here and came to see what was going on. I'm Sari. This is Cora and that bumbling idiot is Angel."
"And where exactly is here?" demanded one of the Elves, tall with long dark brown hair.
"You're in Girard Pennsylvania,' Angel answered. 'Home to the crackheads of America." Everyone gave her odd looks. "Well its true," she added.
"You are in Girard Pennsylvania," Sari confirmed.
"Mind telling us who you are?" Cora asked. "Or do you want to tell us Sari?"
"Going down the line we have,' Sari began, "Celeborn, Galadriel, both of Lorien, Elrond of Rivendell, Legolas of Mirkwood, Gimli son of Gloin, Aragorn of Gondor, Merry, Pippen, Frodo and Sam of the Shire, Gandalf the Grey and Sarumon the White." All of the newcomers stared at her in amazement.
"I thought Sarumon was the bad guy in Lord of the Rings," Angel whispered to Cora.
"He is," Cora replied.
"How is it that you know who we are?" Aragorn questioned suspisciously.
"I er...heard about you, you could say," Sari answered, not quite sure how to explain how a bunch of characters from Tolkien's novels had ended up in her back yard. Luckily she didnt have to think too long, because a howl came from not to far off and Angel whimpered.
"We'd better get going, before the coyotes get here...I imagine they wouldn't mind a hobbit sized snack if they could get a hold of one." Cora smirked at the look of fear on the four hobbits' faces.
"Cora, be nice," Sari scolded as they moved out of the cornfield. "The clubhouse is going to be too small to fit everyone inside...its a good thing my parents are out of town for the week." She let them all inside, where they stood uncomfortably and out of place. "Its okay, we don't bite," she reassured.
"What are all of these things?" Merry wondered, looking at the microwave, and the lights. The computer especially had him and Pippen perplexed. Aragorn nearly killed the phone when it rang and Legolas almost killed the pizza delivery boy when he rang the doorbell.
"They need to lay off the caffiene," Angel giggled as the girls paid for the pizza.
"Angel, you twit," Cora snickered, 'I don't think they know what caffiene is."
"Or pizza for that matter," Angel added. "Help yourselves," she said to all of them, setting the two boxes on the table.
"I'll be right back," Sari announced, grabbing a flashlight from the counter.
"Where you going?" Cora asked as she dished out some pizza to the Eves who were looking at it as if it were the strangest form of food they'd ever seen.
"The basement," Sari replied, a grin spreading on her face. "Have to check on those bodies you know, make sure they're tied down tight so none of them get lose and come after Anegl while she sleeps. We wouldn't want that long red hair of her's getting cut off now would we."
"That's not funny!" Angel sulked, frowning at the age old joke shared between her and her friends. Sari just laughed as she disappeared down the stairs into the dark basement. It had been ages since anyone had replaced the lights...using a flashlight was easier.
'The fellowship plus three in my household' she thought to herself. 'What the hell am I supposed to do with them...better yet, how do I get them back to middle earth?' Her thoughts were interrupted by several shouts, mostly from Angel and Cora. Fearing that Gimli may have chopped something in half with his ax she bolted up the stairs, but an even more frightning sight greeted her then some destroyed appliance. All of the middle earthers had shrunk, not just in size it seemed, but in age.
"They were eating the pizza and all of a sudden they were...kids," Angel explained.
"Oh hell no," Sari uttered as Sarumon and Gandalf, who looked to be about eight years old started fighting weith each other over the last slice of mushroom pizza. "Hey, stop it you two!" she scolded, taking the pizza from them. "OUCH!"
"What happened?" Cora asked.
"He bit me!" She yelled, pointing at Sarumon accusingly. Sarumon grabbed the pizza from her hand just as Gandalf tackled him. "This can't be happening!"
"Do you ever stop drinking coffee?" Cora countered.
"Point well made," Sari agreed. "Byt the way, would you mind handing me my cappuccino?" Angel grabbed the styrofoam cup and passed it over to Sari, who took it and swung back up onto the roof, just in time to see the sky errupt with colorful light. "Guys, take a look at this!"
"Holy shit!" Angel gasped, looking at the swirl of light.
"What is that?" Cora wondered.
"Better question," Angel replied. "What's that?" She pointed to a ball of fiery light that was descending rapidly, right into the cornfield behind their house. They all heard the impact of whatever it was as they lights in the sky faded and vanished.
"Lets check it out!" Sari exclaimed, gulping down the last of her coffee.
"Lets not and say we did," Cora suggested.
"Wuss," Sari goaded. "Come on, its not like there are any aliens or anything. We can always take those sickles we bought from the Antique store, and if anything attacks us we kill them like those people in Children of the Corn."
"That;s so reassuring," Cora grumbled.
"I'm all up for it," Angel bounced hyperly.
In less than five minutes the three teens were in the corn field, armed with ancient rusty sickles and a handful of pixie sticks. It didn't take them long to find the "crash site" but what they found stumped them. Standing there were several people, including four Elves, a dawrf, a human man, and four strange little halflings, and two old-looking men in wizard's robes.
"Sari?" Cora asked, knowing that it was Sari who was knowledgeable in these things.
"T-th-they're..."Sari stuttered.
"They're what?" Angel pressed.
"Lord of the Rings," was all she managed to get out.
"What is this place?" asked one of the halflings. He jumped back at seeing the three girls, armed with the sharp objects. "And who are you?!"
"We'd like to know the same thing about you," Cora said. "Like...who are you and how did you end up in our cornfield?"
"Are you really Elves?" Angel asked, reverting back to her hyper, bubbly, self.
"Both of you be quiet!" Sari ordered. "We mean no harm," she added to the group. "We er... saw you land out here and came to see what was going on. I'm Sari. This is Cora and that bumbling idiot is Angel."
"And where exactly is here?" demanded one of the Elves, tall with long dark brown hair.
"You're in Girard Pennsylvania,' Angel answered. 'Home to the crackheads of America." Everyone gave her odd looks. "Well its true," she added.
"You are in Girard Pennsylvania," Sari confirmed.
"Mind telling us who you are?" Cora asked. "Or do you want to tell us Sari?"
"Going down the line we have,' Sari began, "Celeborn, Galadriel, both of Lorien, Elrond of Rivendell, Legolas of Mirkwood, Gimli son of Gloin, Aragorn of Gondor, Merry, Pippen, Frodo and Sam of the Shire, Gandalf the Grey and Sarumon the White." All of the newcomers stared at her in amazement.
"I thought Sarumon was the bad guy in Lord of the Rings," Angel whispered to Cora.
"He is," Cora replied.
"How is it that you know who we are?" Aragorn questioned suspisciously.
"I er...heard about you, you could say," Sari answered, not quite sure how to explain how a bunch of characters from Tolkien's novels had ended up in her back yard. Luckily she didnt have to think too long, because a howl came from not to far off and Angel whimpered.
"We'd better get going, before the coyotes get here...I imagine they wouldn't mind a hobbit sized snack if they could get a hold of one." Cora smirked at the look of fear on the four hobbits' faces.
"Cora, be nice," Sari scolded as they moved out of the cornfield. "The clubhouse is going to be too small to fit everyone inside...its a good thing my parents are out of town for the week." She let them all inside, where they stood uncomfortably and out of place. "Its okay, we don't bite," she reassured.
"What are all of these things?" Merry wondered, looking at the microwave, and the lights. The computer especially had him and Pippen perplexed. Aragorn nearly killed the phone when it rang and Legolas almost killed the pizza delivery boy when he rang the doorbell.
"They need to lay off the caffiene," Angel giggled as the girls paid for the pizza.
"Angel, you twit," Cora snickered, 'I don't think they know what caffiene is."
"Or pizza for that matter," Angel added. "Help yourselves," she said to all of them, setting the two boxes on the table.
"I'll be right back," Sari announced, grabbing a flashlight from the counter.
"Where you going?" Cora asked as she dished out some pizza to the Eves who were looking at it as if it were the strangest form of food they'd ever seen.
"The basement," Sari replied, a grin spreading on her face. "Have to check on those bodies you know, make sure they're tied down tight so none of them get lose and come after Anegl while she sleeps. We wouldn't want that long red hair of her's getting cut off now would we."
"That's not funny!" Angel sulked, frowning at the age old joke shared between her and her friends. Sari just laughed as she disappeared down the stairs into the dark basement. It had been ages since anyone had replaced the lights...using a flashlight was easier.
'The fellowship plus three in my household' she thought to herself. 'What the hell am I supposed to do with them...better yet, how do I get them back to middle earth?' Her thoughts were interrupted by several shouts, mostly from Angel and Cora. Fearing that Gimli may have chopped something in half with his ax she bolted up the stairs, but an even more frightning sight greeted her then some destroyed appliance. All of the middle earthers had shrunk, not just in size it seemed, but in age.
"They were eating the pizza and all of a sudden they were...kids," Angel explained.
"Oh hell no," Sari uttered as Sarumon and Gandalf, who looked to be about eight years old started fighting weith each other over the last slice of mushroom pizza. "Hey, stop it you two!" she scolded, taking the pizza from them. "OUCH!"
"What happened?" Cora asked.
"He bit me!" She yelled, pointing at Sarumon accusingly. Sarumon grabbed the pizza from her hand just as Gandalf tackled him. "This can't be happening!"