Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. The land isn't mine. The ring
isn't mine. The towers aren't mine. Gandalf's staff isn't mine. The weapons
aren't mine. The clothes aren't mine. The rivers aren't mine. EvertingI
haven't thought of isn't mine. All belong to almighty Tolkien. * Sighs,
looking up at psychologist* Happy, nothing is mine. I've given Tolkien
everything back. Can I go now? *psychologist nods, writing something down
and muttering I run out of there * BUT I DO OWN MY CRAZY COMPUTER! THAT IS
MINE! MWAHAHAHA *Psychologist tries to catch me, but guess what? I've
disappeared *
Author's Note: This story will be my first collab, so go easy on me. (BTW, this is Grace) I will be writing this with Thalia, and all the short pointless chapters are probably hers. (We'll be switching off every other chap.) I'm trying to make this story good, so if you have suggestions, NO FLAMES FOR A FIRST STORY, I'd appreciate them. Thanx.
Oh, and I know the beginning has nothing to do with the summary, but hang on, it gets better.
Grace's PoV
I ran around the house, screaming at the top of my lungs "David, David. Where the heck are you?!?!"
I finally found him playing Nintendo. "Where is it?" I demanded "Where did you put it?!"
"Put what?" he said, looking up from killing some grotesque thing on the screen.
"My fellowship poster! The one that disappeared ten minuets ago!"
"I swear I have no idea" he said, turning back to the game.
I stormed into his room and started taking everything out of his closet. Sure enough, there was my poster rolled up in the back. I was going to have to kill him. But right now, I had more important things to do. I jammed the poster in my backpack and swung onto my bike. Then I set off for Thalia's house.
When I got there she was already arranging her LotR stuff in the basement. I raced down there, and pulled out all my stuff. We arranged together until in was all in place, from the much-revered Aragorn and Legolas statuettes to the mostly hidden posters containing Arwen. We sat down and admired our work.
"So what should we do now?" Thalia asked. We looked at each other.
"Write fanfic!" we yelled together. I pulled out my laptop and hooked it up. I started typing "It was just another bloody battle on the soil of Gondor.."
"Hey" Thalia aid behind me, your screen's going blurry." I glanced up. All the word's were blurry except for Gondor. The words started getting bigger. Before I could say "Uh oh" We fell through the screen.
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"Where are we?" Thalia said, looking around.
I got up, brushing off my pants. "I dunno, but do you think it could be...." I tralied off, it was impossible, but just maybe....
"Hey look" Thalia pointed "It's a battle and" Her eyes widened "Those are ORCS!"
My eyes widened "We're at a battle in Gondor" I whispered.
"Yeah, but which battle and when?" We could be ages before the fellowship. We may not know anyone. We may be lost." Then she slapped her forehead "What am I saying? We're in Middle Earth!" She glanced at the battle "Next time, we're bringing swords."
I rolled my eyes "If there is a next time. Don't we have to go home first?"
"Well, yea, but Gandalf can help!" she exclaimed.
"We don't know where he is!" I pointed out, always the pessimist my psychologist tells me. Always the realist I answer.
Thalia shrugged "Only one way to find out" She raced toward the battle
"Thalia!" I yelled, exasperated. Then I ran after her.
Author's Note: This story will be my first collab, so go easy on me. (BTW, this is Grace) I will be writing this with Thalia, and all the short pointless chapters are probably hers. (We'll be switching off every other chap.) I'm trying to make this story good, so if you have suggestions, NO FLAMES FOR A FIRST STORY, I'd appreciate them. Thanx.
Oh, and I know the beginning has nothing to do with the summary, but hang on, it gets better.
Grace's PoV
I ran around the house, screaming at the top of my lungs "David, David. Where the heck are you?!?!"
I finally found him playing Nintendo. "Where is it?" I demanded "Where did you put it?!"
"Put what?" he said, looking up from killing some grotesque thing on the screen.
"My fellowship poster! The one that disappeared ten minuets ago!"
"I swear I have no idea" he said, turning back to the game.
I stormed into his room and started taking everything out of his closet. Sure enough, there was my poster rolled up in the back. I was going to have to kill him. But right now, I had more important things to do. I jammed the poster in my backpack and swung onto my bike. Then I set off for Thalia's house.
When I got there she was already arranging her LotR stuff in the basement. I raced down there, and pulled out all my stuff. We arranged together until in was all in place, from the much-revered Aragorn and Legolas statuettes to the mostly hidden posters containing Arwen. We sat down and admired our work.
"So what should we do now?" Thalia asked. We looked at each other.
"Write fanfic!" we yelled together. I pulled out my laptop and hooked it up. I started typing "It was just another bloody battle on the soil of Gondor.."
"Hey" Thalia aid behind me, your screen's going blurry." I glanced up. All the word's were blurry except for Gondor. The words started getting bigger. Before I could say "Uh oh" We fell through the screen.
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"Where are we?" Thalia said, looking around.
I got up, brushing off my pants. "I dunno, but do you think it could be...." I tralied off, it was impossible, but just maybe....
"Hey look" Thalia pointed "It's a battle and" Her eyes widened "Those are ORCS!"
My eyes widened "We're at a battle in Gondor" I whispered.
"Yeah, but which battle and when?" We could be ages before the fellowship. We may not know anyone. We may be lost." Then she slapped her forehead "What am I saying? We're in Middle Earth!" She glanced at the battle "Next time, we're bringing swords."
I rolled my eyes "If there is a next time. Don't we have to go home first?"
"Well, yea, but Gandalf can help!" she exclaimed.
"We don't know where he is!" I pointed out, always the pessimist my psychologist tells me. Always the realist I answer.
Thalia shrugged "Only one way to find out" She raced toward the battle
"Thalia!" I yelled, exasperated. Then I ran after her.