Authors notes: Don't own anything. This was just written on a whim and as a joke. Hope you like it!
Close Encounters of the Who Kind
Have you ever had the feeling as if something was not quite right? Let me paint the scene for you: it is a cool evening and the sun has dipped below the mountains only fifteen minutes ago creating a beautiful glow of red, pink, and orange. The stars twinkle in the night and Tilion's chariot now races across the sky.
A campfire, recently built for warmth, food, and light, is now roaring to life and nine companions surround it. They are swapping stories, songs, poems, and recipes from home. Anything to keep their minds off the perilous journey that has been laid before them.
As the night wears on, it is decided that sleep is in order and the elf takes first watch. He sits, with his back resting against a tree, and watches the land in front of him. But nothing prepares him for what he is about to see.
A roaring sound is heard, something that the elf has never before heard in his life, and for a moment it frightens him. As he looks closer, he sees two people standing in front of a big blue box. They look like something he has never seen before and he wonders where they could have come from. But he cannot speculate for long as he hears them speak.
'I say, this is not New Earth,' the man says in bemusement.
He hears a sigh then a woman's voice.
'Well where do you think we are then?'
The elf then sees a blue light and hears humming. The light is pointed at him and the man is holding it.
'That, Martha, is an elf. You see him? Sitting against that tree there? Oh this is good…'
The man rambles off. The woman, now identified as Martha, speaks again.
'An elf? Like one of those elves from that book by JK?'
The man lowers the blue light.
'No, not like Dobby…that is a house elf. This is amazing as that's a Tolkien elf.'
'Tolkien? The author of Lord of the Rings?'
'Exactly, which means we are probably in Middle-earth instead of New Earth.'
A moment of silence.
'Is that bad?'
The man shrugs.
'Depends, we really should not be in a literary world…'
'Could we possibly damage how the story goes?'
The man shrugs again.
'Don't know. Come on, I still want to go to New Earth. I hear Elton John's playing…'
The woman narrows her eyebrows at him.
'Elton John? The Elton John?'
The man shakes his head.
'Course not. The robot version of him…'
His voice trails off and the elf hears the strange noise again. Once it stops, he begins to wonder if the entire event actually took place. But he shakes it off and decides to use what he just saw as a story for the next night's campfire. After all, there's no way two people can suddenly appear with a big blue box out of thin air right? Right?