A/N : Why? Why must I do a plot that is so overdone? *Cries tears of self remorse as I type it up anyway* Well, here it is. Enjoy.
Chapter One - Ya Shoulda Listened to the Elf
I sat in front of the television in my room watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Again.
I should have been in bed about six hours ago, it was about 4 in the morning and I would have to go
to school in about three hours.
I was almost done with it, just two more minutes left. If I fell asleep now, I'd never get up... Soo tired...
Finally, the oceans of sleep came crashing down upon me, and I was out like a rock just as the final credits
song was playing.
-
About two hours later, I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring madly. I reached my hand out, jamming down the snooze button. It stopped abruptly and I groggily got up and got dressed.
My dad had already left for work, and my mom was still fast asleep, so I began eating my toast alone.
Knock, knock.
The sudden sound made me drop the toast butterside down on the newspaper in surprise. I got up and opened the door a crack.
"Who is it?" I asked, realizing how stupid I sounded. Obviously it was just the paperboy or milkman.
"We are nine companions, seeking guidance and refuge, as we seemed to have lost out way.
I opened the door, completely calm, as I was obviously dreaming.
That. Is. IT. Absolutely NO Lord of the Rings all night anymore!
Aragorn, the one who had spoken, bowed. "We would be very much obliged if you could supply us with directions to Moria-"
"I TOLD you to take a left! But nooo, no one ever listens to the elf, oh Iluvatar forbid!" Legolas muttered under his breath.
I looked over the group. "Um, why don't you come in?" The fellowship looked doubtful, so I added, "I was just having breakfast. You guys can have some, if you want." Pippin and Merry perked up.
"It would be rude to refuse such hospitality!" Merry declared.
"Aye, we wouldn't want to offend the lass, would we?" Pippin said. Both hobbits walked in, and the others followed.
"Right," said Pippin, immeadiately taking charge. "First things first. I'd like sausages, potatoes, and ham, please!"
Merry continued, "And I'll be taking some eggs and bacon."
Soon, requests of pancakes, tomatoes, lembas, etc., were flung at me. I glared at the lot.
"Toast?" I asked, using my mega death glare. The fellowship nodded.
"Aye," said Pippin sadly. "Toast, please."
Chapter One - Ya Shoulda Listened to the Elf
I sat in front of the television in my room watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Again.
I should have been in bed about six hours ago, it was about 4 in the morning and I would have to go
to school in about three hours.
I was almost done with it, just two more minutes left. If I fell asleep now, I'd never get up... Soo tired...
Finally, the oceans of sleep came crashing down upon me, and I was out like a rock just as the final credits
song was playing.
-
About two hours later, I woke to the sound of my alarm blaring madly. I reached my hand out, jamming down the snooze button. It stopped abruptly and I groggily got up and got dressed.
My dad had already left for work, and my mom was still fast asleep, so I began eating my toast alone.
Knock, knock.
The sudden sound made me drop the toast butterside down on the newspaper in surprise. I got up and opened the door a crack.
"Who is it?" I asked, realizing how stupid I sounded. Obviously it was just the paperboy or milkman.
"We are nine companions, seeking guidance and refuge, as we seemed to have lost out way.
I opened the door, completely calm, as I was obviously dreaming.
That. Is. IT. Absolutely NO Lord of the Rings all night anymore!
Aragorn, the one who had spoken, bowed. "We would be very much obliged if you could supply us with directions to Moria-"
"I TOLD you to take a left! But nooo, no one ever listens to the elf, oh Iluvatar forbid!" Legolas muttered under his breath.
I looked over the group. "Um, why don't you come in?" The fellowship looked doubtful, so I added, "I was just having breakfast. You guys can have some, if you want." Pippin and Merry perked up.
"It would be rude to refuse such hospitality!" Merry declared.
"Aye, we wouldn't want to offend the lass, would we?" Pippin said. Both hobbits walked in, and the others followed.
"Right," said Pippin, immeadiately taking charge. "First things first. I'd like sausages, potatoes, and ham, please!"
Merry continued, "And I'll be taking some eggs and bacon."
Soon, requests of pancakes, tomatoes, lembas, etc., were flung at me. I glared at the lot.
"Toast?" I asked, using my mega death glare. The fellowship nodded.
"Aye," said Pippin sadly. "Toast, please."