The Fellowship's Revenge
Written by the ELF BRODs
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Boro and Rondy wrote this part of the story (Samantha and I of the ELF BRODs), so I guess this story belonged to us…for now. Sam, wizard hats taste good…
ELF BRODs: want to know what this is? Go here: www.geocities.com/elf_brods/
Disclaimer: the characters don't belong to us like the rest of Middle Earth unfortunately. They belong to the Great Tolkien, himself, HAIL! Ok, now READ ON!
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The Scream Heard Throughout The Set
Master Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, waited patiently for word from his sons and many of the messengers that he had sent out. He already knew the ring was destroyed and was ready to make his journey to Rivendell when-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"What do you want?" Elrond took out his cell phone from his pocket. "Don't you know I'm RIGHT in the middle of shooting a movie??? Well, I don't care what credit card you want to sell me! I'm NOT interested!!!" He turned off the cell phone and turned towards Peter.
Peter looked amused at him. "Hugo, we don't allow cell phones on set," Peter scolded with a twinkle in his eyes. The director always found his cast very...interesting. "Let's take it back at the top. Where's our 'Arwen'?"
Liv Tyler pops up with some of the crew in tow. "Our we ready?" she asked tiredly. She looked at the "Elf Lord" and saw the cell phone in his hand. Smiling she spoke to him. "Hugo? I didn't think we were allowed cell phones on set..."
Hugo gave her a teasing glance. "We aren't, little tattle-tail."
A loud racket emerging from the back distracted the crew's attention. Screaming and shouting followed, leaving the movie crew to exchange looks of confusion and worry. Suddenly, a young girl ran out onto the set, gasping for breath. She clutched a clipboard in her hand, and with her other she pointed down the hallway to the rooms. "It's Sean Bean, sir..." she sputtered. "He's being attacked!"
Immediately, the entire cast followed the sounds of the noise to the star's room. The door was broken down, and inside was Sean against the corner of the room, still in his normal clothing. A puzzled look was plastered on his face, but his eyes glared up to the stranger that towered over him.
The cast gasped as they realized that the stranger held a long sword, pointed straight at Sean's throat. "What the bloody hell is going on?! Blimey, get that bloke out of here!" the actor exclaimed, shooting threatening glares at crowd gathered at the door.
The stranger his head, but never dropped his guard, to view his audience. Much to their surprise, standing before him was... another Sean Bean. No, it wasn't…it was Boromir.
Another bloodcurdling scream was heard, catching the attention of most of the crew.
The four hobbits ran to Peter. It was none other than Elijah, Dominic, Billy, and Sean Astin. All four were looking terrified and right behind them were...their doubles!
Elijah looked scared at Peter. "Peter!" he cried. "What kind of hobbits did you hire??? THEY'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP US!" the hobbits stopped right behind the other four, the lead one holding a sword in his hand.
"I'm am Peregrin Took! Put down your weapons, strange ones!" Pippin said seriously, flanked with Merry and then Sam and Frodo.
Frodo looked astonished at Elijah Wood. "You...you are me! EVIL!!! SAURON IS AT IT AGAIN! KILL THEM!!!" The actor hobbits started to race down the hall, pursued by the REAL hobbits.
Peter looked astonished and then it hit him. ELVES! He raced to the dressing room where Legolas and Orlando had their bows aimed at each other and Arwen and Elrond were next to them rooting, "GO LEGOLAS! GO LEGOLAS!"
Peter immediately knew them. He approached Elrond. "What is the meaning of this???"
Elrond pulled out his sword. "You have crossed the line, Peter Jackson! And for that you shall pay...after I find Hugo, of course...but THEN you shall pay!" He ran off, Arwen following him.
And all hell broke loose. Peter immediately called security, and pressed the panic button. The SWAT team charged in, with their heavy machine guns and AK-47s, ready to fire.
Unfortunately, they couldn't. Within the twenty-five minutes it took for the SWAT team to arrive (did you know it takes longer for a ambulance to arrive than a pizza delivery?), the real Lord of the Rings characters had already rounded up all the cast in the green room and locked themselves in. Peter was now pulling his hair out in frustration.
Inside the green room, everyone was in a frenzy of confusion. "I want my agent!" Sean Bean spat angrily. "I wasn't hired to be kidnapped by a barrel of weasly--"
"Hold your tongue, swine," Boromir ordered, pointing his large sword dangerously close to the actor. "I do not wish to spill blood, but if you leave me no choice--"
"Boromir!" Aragorn snapped. "There'll be none of that. We want them alive."
After a moment's silence, Boromir sheathed his sword, but continued glowering at the actor. "Don't look at me like that," Sean threatened. "I INVENTED that look."
Elrond looked at Aragorn. "Aragorn, I think we should tie up the actors. They might get away. Is that a vent up there?" he asked, looking up at the vent in the ceiling. "Well, it'll have to do!"
Elijah Wood was laying the ground, Frodo glaring at him for a minute, and then smiling for a minute, and then glaring. "Why do you do that, midget boy?" Elijah asked.
Frodo pulled out his sword. "Never call a hobbit a midget! GET THE ROPE!!! THIS ONE MIGHT ESCAPE!" Frodo cried out in panic.
Arwen rolled her eyes. "Frodo, I think the ring has affected you more than is good for you." Arwen was standing on Liv Tyler's back, looking through Liv's credit cards. "What's 1-800-2LoveMe?"
All the cast looked at Liv. "Well, isn't THAT interesting!" Billy laughed, despite of the pain of Pippin doing jumping jacks on his stomach.
Written by the ELF BRODs
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Boro and Rondy wrote this part of the story (Samantha and I of the ELF BRODs), so I guess this story belonged to us…for now. Sam, wizard hats taste good…
ELF BRODs: want to know what this is? Go here: www.geocities.com/elf_brods/
Disclaimer: the characters don't belong to us like the rest of Middle Earth unfortunately. They belong to the Great Tolkien, himself, HAIL! Ok, now READ ON!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Scream Heard Throughout The Set
Master Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, waited patiently for word from his sons and many of the messengers that he had sent out. He already knew the ring was destroyed and was ready to make his journey to Rivendell when-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"What do you want?" Elrond took out his cell phone from his pocket. "Don't you know I'm RIGHT in the middle of shooting a movie??? Well, I don't care what credit card you want to sell me! I'm NOT interested!!!" He turned off the cell phone and turned towards Peter.
Peter looked amused at him. "Hugo, we don't allow cell phones on set," Peter scolded with a twinkle in his eyes. The director always found his cast very...interesting. "Let's take it back at the top. Where's our 'Arwen'?"
Liv Tyler pops up with some of the crew in tow. "Our we ready?" she asked tiredly. She looked at the "Elf Lord" and saw the cell phone in his hand. Smiling she spoke to him. "Hugo? I didn't think we were allowed cell phones on set..."
Hugo gave her a teasing glance. "We aren't, little tattle-tail."
A loud racket emerging from the back distracted the crew's attention. Screaming and shouting followed, leaving the movie crew to exchange looks of confusion and worry. Suddenly, a young girl ran out onto the set, gasping for breath. She clutched a clipboard in her hand, and with her other she pointed down the hallway to the rooms. "It's Sean Bean, sir..." she sputtered. "He's being attacked!"
Immediately, the entire cast followed the sounds of the noise to the star's room. The door was broken down, and inside was Sean against the corner of the room, still in his normal clothing. A puzzled look was plastered on his face, but his eyes glared up to the stranger that towered over him.
The cast gasped as they realized that the stranger held a long sword, pointed straight at Sean's throat. "What the bloody hell is going on?! Blimey, get that bloke out of here!" the actor exclaimed, shooting threatening glares at crowd gathered at the door.
The stranger his head, but never dropped his guard, to view his audience. Much to their surprise, standing before him was... another Sean Bean. No, it wasn't…it was Boromir.
Another bloodcurdling scream was heard, catching the attention of most of the crew.
The four hobbits ran to Peter. It was none other than Elijah, Dominic, Billy, and Sean Astin. All four were looking terrified and right behind them were...their doubles!
Elijah looked scared at Peter. "Peter!" he cried. "What kind of hobbits did you hire??? THEY'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP US!" the hobbits stopped right behind the other four, the lead one holding a sword in his hand.
"I'm am Peregrin Took! Put down your weapons, strange ones!" Pippin said seriously, flanked with Merry and then Sam and Frodo.
Frodo looked astonished at Elijah Wood. "You...you are me! EVIL!!! SAURON IS AT IT AGAIN! KILL THEM!!!" The actor hobbits started to race down the hall, pursued by the REAL hobbits.
Peter looked astonished and then it hit him. ELVES! He raced to the dressing room where Legolas and Orlando had their bows aimed at each other and Arwen and Elrond were next to them rooting, "GO LEGOLAS! GO LEGOLAS!"
Peter immediately knew them. He approached Elrond. "What is the meaning of this???"
Elrond pulled out his sword. "You have crossed the line, Peter Jackson! And for that you shall pay...after I find Hugo, of course...but THEN you shall pay!" He ran off, Arwen following him.
And all hell broke loose. Peter immediately called security, and pressed the panic button. The SWAT team charged in, with their heavy machine guns and AK-47s, ready to fire.
Unfortunately, they couldn't. Within the twenty-five minutes it took for the SWAT team to arrive (did you know it takes longer for a ambulance to arrive than a pizza delivery?), the real Lord of the Rings characters had already rounded up all the cast in the green room and locked themselves in. Peter was now pulling his hair out in frustration.
Inside the green room, everyone was in a frenzy of confusion. "I want my agent!" Sean Bean spat angrily. "I wasn't hired to be kidnapped by a barrel of weasly--"
"Hold your tongue, swine," Boromir ordered, pointing his large sword dangerously close to the actor. "I do not wish to spill blood, but if you leave me no choice--"
"Boromir!" Aragorn snapped. "There'll be none of that. We want them alive."
After a moment's silence, Boromir sheathed his sword, but continued glowering at the actor. "Don't look at me like that," Sean threatened. "I INVENTED that look."
Elrond looked at Aragorn. "Aragorn, I think we should tie up the actors. They might get away. Is that a vent up there?" he asked, looking up at the vent in the ceiling. "Well, it'll have to do!"
Elijah Wood was laying the ground, Frodo glaring at him for a minute, and then smiling for a minute, and then glaring. "Why do you do that, midget boy?" Elijah asked.
Frodo pulled out his sword. "Never call a hobbit a midget! GET THE ROPE!!! THIS ONE MIGHT ESCAPE!" Frodo cried out in panic.
Arwen rolled her eyes. "Frodo, I think the ring has affected you more than is good for you." Arwen was standing on Liv Tyler's back, looking through Liv's credit cards. "What's 1-800-2LoveMe?"
All the cast looked at Liv. "Well, isn't THAT interesting!" Billy laughed, despite of the pain of Pippin doing jumping jacks on his stomach.