The War of the Sugar Coma
Authoress' notes- Cavca: HULLO!!!!! Welcome to another strange Lord of the Rings fic. Sorry if you do not like it. Lenquo: Join us in our quest for the Holy Grail! Cavca: Uh, Lenny, we are not searching for the Holy Grail. Lenquo: Oh, yes, that's right. We are looking for some sort of ring, right? Cavca: Yeah, sure. Anyway, it's kind of weird so I apologize in advance if it offends anyone. We don't own anything but ourselves and our alternate identities(We use Cassie and Leslie for our names). This includes the LOTR characters and Jones soda. Additional notices shall be added as necessary. BTW, for all of you people who like Rosie Cotton, beware. Heavy objects may end up being thrown at your head. We may end up having very short chapters, however. Sorry. Lenquo: Have fun. Oswari!! (sit in Japanese)
Chapter 1: A Few Unexpected Guests
Lee's POV..........
Cassie was staying over at my house for a sleepover. We stayed up late watching all three of the Lord of the Rings movies and drinking Jones. Before we slipped into a sugar coma, we wished on a falling star that we could go to Middle Earth. Cassie was the first to fall asleep while I poked at her with my giant Pixie Styx. Soon, however, I slipped into sugared bliss..........
Cassie's POV..........
My head ached because of my sugar hangover. I tried opening my eyes but the light around me was too bright. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light.
"Oh, thank God she's alive," said a male voice from nearby. "Are you alright miss?"
I sat up and looked around. Near me, an exact replica of Bilbo stood looking very worried.
"What happened?" I asked groggily
"I think I hit you with my cart. I brought you back here."
"Did you know that you look like Bilbo Baggins?"
"I am Bilbo. How do you know me? Nevermind. Who are you?"
"Cavca Gamgee." That was my pen name. I gave it to those I didn't know.
"Gamgee? Maybe I should take you to Hamfast. He may know you."
So Bilbo took me next door. He knocked and Hamfast answered. He said he didn't have a clue who I was. After a few minutes, a Samwise look-alike walked in.
"SAM!" I screamed, glomping him.
"Uh, hi. Do I know you?"
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell them that I was from another dimension or world or whatever. They'd lock me up in the loony bin faster than Michael Jackson for pedophile charges (Him in real jail of course). So I told them my- oops, I mean Cavca's- story.
"I'm Cavca. You're my cousin."
"O, so you remember, then?" Bilbo asked looking relieved. I think he thought he'd given me brain damage. "That's great."
"What's the date?" I asked once my common sense had been returned to me.
"September 19,1401, Shire Recogning," Bilbo said.
"That explains the decorations. So, I hear you're having a birthday party. Elevendy-one. You don't look it, that's for sure. Can I come to your party?"
"Well, I don't see why not."
"YAY!!!!!!" I started jumping up and down. Now that I was in Middle Earth, the torturing of a very stupid hobbit lass was to begin..........
Lee's POV..........
Darkness had engulfed me. I felt like I was in one of my poems. But I heard a soft, beautiful voice calling to me.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?"
I opened my eyes and found a Liv Tyler wanna-be in front of me.
"Where am I?" I asked as a wave of pain filled my head. It was probably a result of my sugar coma the night before.
"Rivendell. You are a guest in the House of Elrond. I am Arwen, only child of Elrond and Celebrian."
I laughed at the thought.
"What kind of crack are you on? Maybe I'm the one on crack."
"Who are you, miss?"
Now, I'm not an idiot all the time. When some strange person comes up to me and claims to be a Lord of the Rings princess, I'm not going to use my real name. So I gave her my pen name.
"Lenquo Lynn."
"Are you a Mirkwood elf?"
"Elf?! Since when am I an-" I felt my ears and they were pointed. "Eeeeeeeeeee! I'm an elf! I'm an elf! YAY!!" I then noticed the strange look that Arwen was giving me, so I started laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I was doubled over on the floor and I couldn't stop shaking. I felt someone holding me, attempting to stop my shaking. I could tell it was a guy because, well, he had no, chest, so to speak. Finally I stopped shaking and gradually stopped laughing.
I looked up at the man who was still holding me tightly against himself. He had beautiful honey eyes and short auburn hair. He was the first elf I'd seen with short hair, but it suited him well.
He loosened his grip but seemed reluctant to release me. When he did, I thanked him for helping me. He helped me to my feet.
"What's your name?" I asked looking up at him. I was somewhat surprised to find that he was taller than me. (AN: I'm really tall in the real world.)
"Rydki Khillhach."
"I'm Lenquo Lynn."
"As he walked away, something told me we'd meet again.
Authoress' notes- Cavca: HULLO!!!!! Welcome to another strange Lord of the Rings fic. Sorry if you do not like it. Lenquo: Join us in our quest for the Holy Grail! Cavca: Uh, Lenny, we are not searching for the Holy Grail. Lenquo: Oh, yes, that's right. We are looking for some sort of ring, right? Cavca: Yeah, sure. Anyway, it's kind of weird so I apologize in advance if it offends anyone. We don't own anything but ourselves and our alternate identities(We use Cassie and Leslie for our names). This includes the LOTR characters and Jones soda. Additional notices shall be added as necessary. BTW, for all of you people who like Rosie Cotton, beware. Heavy objects may end up being thrown at your head. We may end up having very short chapters, however. Sorry. Lenquo: Have fun. Oswari!! (sit in Japanese)
Chapter 1: A Few Unexpected Guests
Lee's POV..........
Cassie was staying over at my house for a sleepover. We stayed up late watching all three of the Lord of the Rings movies and drinking Jones. Before we slipped into a sugar coma, we wished on a falling star that we could go to Middle Earth. Cassie was the first to fall asleep while I poked at her with my giant Pixie Styx. Soon, however, I slipped into sugared bliss..........
Cassie's POV..........
My head ached because of my sugar hangover. I tried opening my eyes but the light around me was too bright. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light.
"Oh, thank God she's alive," said a male voice from nearby. "Are you alright miss?"
I sat up and looked around. Near me, an exact replica of Bilbo stood looking very worried.
"What happened?" I asked groggily
"I think I hit you with my cart. I brought you back here."
"Did you know that you look like Bilbo Baggins?"
"I am Bilbo. How do you know me? Nevermind. Who are you?"
"Cavca Gamgee." That was my pen name. I gave it to those I didn't know.
"Gamgee? Maybe I should take you to Hamfast. He may know you."
So Bilbo took me next door. He knocked and Hamfast answered. He said he didn't have a clue who I was. After a few minutes, a Samwise look-alike walked in.
"SAM!" I screamed, glomping him.
"Uh, hi. Do I know you?"
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell them that I was from another dimension or world or whatever. They'd lock me up in the loony bin faster than Michael Jackson for pedophile charges (Him in real jail of course). So I told them my- oops, I mean Cavca's- story.
"I'm Cavca. You're my cousin."
"O, so you remember, then?" Bilbo asked looking relieved. I think he thought he'd given me brain damage. "That's great."
"What's the date?" I asked once my common sense had been returned to me.
"September 19,1401, Shire Recogning," Bilbo said.
"That explains the decorations. So, I hear you're having a birthday party. Elevendy-one. You don't look it, that's for sure. Can I come to your party?"
"Well, I don't see why not."
"YAY!!!!!!" I started jumping up and down. Now that I was in Middle Earth, the torturing of a very stupid hobbit lass was to begin..........
Lee's POV..........
Darkness had engulfed me. I felt like I was in one of my poems. But I heard a soft, beautiful voice calling to me.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?"
I opened my eyes and found a Liv Tyler wanna-be in front of me.
"Where am I?" I asked as a wave of pain filled my head. It was probably a result of my sugar coma the night before.
"Rivendell. You are a guest in the House of Elrond. I am Arwen, only child of Elrond and Celebrian."
I laughed at the thought.
"What kind of crack are you on? Maybe I'm the one on crack."
"Who are you, miss?"
Now, I'm not an idiot all the time. When some strange person comes up to me and claims to be a Lord of the Rings princess, I'm not going to use my real name. So I gave her my pen name.
"Lenquo Lynn."
"Are you a Mirkwood elf?"
"Elf?! Since when am I an-" I felt my ears and they were pointed. "Eeeeeeeeeee! I'm an elf! I'm an elf! YAY!!" I then noticed the strange look that Arwen was giving me, so I started laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I was doubled over on the floor and I couldn't stop shaking. I felt someone holding me, attempting to stop my shaking. I could tell it was a guy because, well, he had no, chest, so to speak. Finally I stopped shaking and gradually stopped laughing.
I looked up at the man who was still holding me tightly against himself. He had beautiful honey eyes and short auburn hair. He was the first elf I'd seen with short hair, but it suited him well.
He loosened his grip but seemed reluctant to release me. When he did, I thanked him for helping me. He helped me to my feet.
"What's your name?" I asked looking up at him. I was somewhat surprised to find that he was taller than me. (AN: I'm really tall in the real world.)
"Rydki Khillhach."
"I'm Lenquo Lynn."
"As he walked away, something told me we'd meet again.