I'm finally able to write this story! Yay! ^-^ I know that this is a cliche story, but I love stories like this, and there just aren't very many of them, I find. But don't worry, there will be no romance -Gasp-, and this will actually be well-written and original! I just want to thank my friends who helped me with this and encouraged me to start writing, Aria Breuer, DoctorWhovian18, horseyyay, and Lusse Eldalion! You guys should go read their stories, too, they're wonderful!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything associated with it. I also do not own any products, forms of media or places from our world. Heck, I don't even own most of the OCs, seeing as they're my actual friends! Dang, you guys have made me feel so poor! :( Oh well! :3
P.S. All of the places from our world are actually real places, and the OCs are actually my friends and I, and we are exactly as we would act and look like. The only things that wouldn't be real (Besides the Lord of the Rings part, obviously) is how far places are from one another, and the fact that my dog is still alive in this story. Yeah, I should probably shut up now, and continue with the story. XD
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Fellowship's POV
"Crebain from Dunland!"
The single call from the Elf Legolas sent the Fellowship scrambling to find places to hide. One of the Hobbits, Sam, quickly doused his cooking fire, while Frodo gathered up his pack and cloak beside him.
"Go, Pippin, go!" Merry cried to his friend as they raced to find a spot to take shelter. As they bolted towards a large patch of bushes, something happened that was not supposed to. Something that would change the fate of Middle-earth, and every creature and person who lived on it.
Pippin tripped.
"Pippin!" Merry yelled as the other Hobbit crashed to the ground. He quickly glanced up at the sky and the birds, and sickening dread washed over Merry as he realized that he would not have time to help Pippin and take shelter. He would have to choose to either help his friend, or find a spot to hide himself. Luckily, he did not have to make that choice.
Aragorn sprinted out from beneath the boulder where he and Frodo had been hiding, and dashed over to the fallen Hobbit. Merry let out a sigh of relief, before turning around and ducking beneath a cluster of undergrowth. The dark-haired man hoisted Pippin up, and hurtled back towards the rock as if all the armies of Mordor were chasing him, as beneath the rock Frodo beckoned to them, blue eyes wide. Aragorn tossed the Hobbit down before sliding in himself, just as the birds flew over them, letting out piercing shrieks.
As Aragorn and Frodo looked up at the Crebain, Pippin was in a position where he was facing the wall of the boulder, which wasn't very interesting. Oh, if only he hadn't tripped! Then he would be with Merry, not in between Frodo and Aragorn, the latter not smelling very nice and, frankly, was quite dirty, and he would be able to see the birds that had scared the Fellowship so much. Now he was stuck staring at a plain old wall, the only bit of it that was a bit interesting being a large crack in it. Bo-o-ring.
That was when something caught his eye. Pippin could have sworn that he had seen something green in the crack. He narrowed his eyes, and peered into the crevice. He was right! The Hobbit could catch a glimpse of a something that was green, but the shade of green was far too light to be of any plant. Pippin's gaze flickered over to Aragorn, who was still watching the Crebain. Well, what was the harm if he just reached in and pulled whatever it was out? He then reached forward and put his arm into the crevice as far as it could fit, groping around for whatever the green thing was. Eventually, after a few seconds of trying, his fingers landed on a strange, smooth object. Smiling in triumph, Pippin pulled.
Nothing happened. Frowning, he tried again. Still nothing. The smooth object seemed to be stuck in the crack. Well, not for long! Closing his eyes, the Hobbit pulled again, with the same result. He sighed quietly and opened his eyes, letting go of the smooth object. Frowning deeper, Pippin pushed on it.
There was a soft "click", and Pippin gasped. Aragorn spun his head around, no doubt to shush the Hobbit, but stopped when he saw him with his hand in a crack that a green light seemed to be glowing from inside it. The light became more intense, practically blinding the three people beneath the boulder, before it suddenly shot out in all directions. They all gasped, and the light engulfed the entire area where the Fellowship was hiding. There was a crack of thunder, and for a split second the light went from green to white, before dying down.
When it was finally gone, there was no one left. The Crebain let out shrieks, before flying away from the now empty area. The Fellowship of the Ring had vanished.
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Abigail's POV
Here's a question I'm sure not many people have to deal with... When your family goes off to visit your grandparents for a week, but they leave you behind to take care of your dog, should you be happy or frustrated? Then add the fact that they're letting two of your best friends stay there with you. Well, this was my current situation.
It was the first week of July, and for some odd reason Mother Nature thought, "Hey, let's make it all stormy!". This meant the wind howling and blowing so hard that you think the trees would be ripped out of the ground, and the rain pounding against the windows. But then again, at least it wasn't, say, April. Then it would have been a blizzard, and for God's sake we've had enough of those.
I was sitting on a brown leather chair in the living room, facing my two friends. These were Liam, a boy with short, curly dark hair and in a striped t-shirts with jeans, and Miranda, a girl with red hair that went down to her waist, wearing a blue t-shirt with a horse on it, and of course her brown leather bracelet with little horses on it. All that she needed was a cowboy hat and boots, and she would look like she was ready to ride. ...Oh, wait, those were with her stuff in my room.
"So, what do you want to do?" Liam asked, glancing at the two of us. Miranda shrugged as I gave a small gesture with my hands.
"Where's Potter?" Miranda inquired, fiddling with her bracelet.
"Probably upstairs on my parent's bed." I answered, before calling out, "Potter!"
There was a "thump, thump, thump!" as my dog hopped down the stairs, tailing wagging like mad. He was a Portuguese Water Dog, with a brown curly coat, two different colored eyes, and was three years old. But he was still my puppy.
"Hey, doofus!" I grinned as he jogged over to us. Potter stopped by the couch where Miranda was sitting, and looked up expectantly. She nodded, patting down on the empty space next to her, and he leaped up. My dog circled around a few times before eventually settling down and putting his muzzle on his paws. Liam directed his grumpy face at us.
"Why does he never go on the couch I'm on?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Because he doesn't like you!" I replied seriously, and Liam narrowed his eyes. I raised an eyebrow at this, and he leaned back, pouting. I shot a smile at him, and he rolled his eyes before standing up and moving over to my dog.
"You like me, don't you, Potter?" Liam mumbled, stroking his back. Potter let out a content puff. The black-haired boy put his face near my dog's and began to ruffle his ears.
That was the exact moment Potter decided to sneeze.
"Oh, Potter!" Liam cried, jumping back and hurriedly rubbing the snot off of his face.
"You get used to it after a while." I said as Miranda began to laugh her head off.
"Stop...Can't...Breath!" She wheezed, clutching her sides. Liam began to grumble, and I let out a soft chuckle.
"Okay, can we pleeeeeeeeease do something?" Liam asked, plopping himself down on his couch. "Can we watch Doctor Who or something?"
I instantly sat straight up, eyes wide. "YES!" I screeched, and began to turn on the TV and Xbox in record time. As the little ding ringed out, I began to giggle like a madman.
"Okay, calm down, fangirl, calm down." Miranda murmured to me.
I snapped my head around and hissed, "I'm a fangirl. We don't do calm." She rolled her eyes. "You were on season 1, right? 9th Doctor?" I whirled around to face Liam, whose eyes had grown wide.
"Um...Yes...?" He said, and I turned my attention back to the screen.
I quickly turned on Netflix and skimmed over my viewings of Sherlock, Supernatural, and the Fellowship of the Ring until I got to the box with the picture of 11, 10, and the War Doctor. I let out another insane giggle as I selected it and put it on the right episode, and my smile grew wider as the BBC logo came on.
That was when the power went out.
I let out a screech, and fell to my knees. "There, there..." Miranda murmured, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Stupid...Freaking...Power...!" I snarled, getting to my feet. "Just when I want to watch Doctor Who, JUST WHEN I WANT TO WATCH DOCTOR WHO!"
"You know, it's just a show." Liam said, glancing at me. I turned on him.
"And you're just a sack of blood, bones, and tissue. Your point?" I mentally thanked the tumblr post I had seen on Google images. He narrowed his eyes, a confused expression on his face.
"Look, why don't we go outside with Potter or something?" Miranda suggested, her eyes darting between the two of us.
"Okay, have you looked outside? It's raining cats, dogs, and little fishes." I grumbled, still upset over not being able to see Doctor Who. But it was too late. As soon as Potter heard the words "Potter" and "Outside" together, he instantly jumped off the couch and raced to the door. I let out a sigh. "And now he's all worked up."
"Well, we can't disappoint him!" Miranda smiled, and ran after my dog. Liam gave a soft chuckle, and followed her. I groaned, before pushing myself up and walking after them. I was greeted at the entrance way by someone throwing my red raincoat at me.
"Hey, watch it!" I cried, catching it just before it smacked me. "What would we even bloody do outside? It's not like we're kids anymore."
"Yes, and Potter wants to be played with. Don't you, buddy?" Miranda cooed to him, and the brown dog gave a bark of excitement, rushing around our legs.
"Oh, fine." I groaned, pulling on my coat. We quickly put on our sneakers, and opened the door, with Potter dashing out as quickly as he could. Liam and Miranda laughed, while I gave out a quiet chuckle. We followed him, stepping out into the downpour. My dog began to trot around, trying to lick the raindrops as they fell.
"Hey, look, Potter!" Miranda yelled, holding up his red ball. She gave it a squeeze, and it let out a loud "squeak". Potter's head shot up, and he ran straight at her. She shook it at him, before chucking it up onto our hill. He gave off a bark before bolting after it. As he came to the tall grass, he began to prance through it. Like, I literally mean prance, like a deer. We waited a little while for him, before I called up, "Did you find it, doofus?"
Nothing. I looked over at Liam and Miranda with a shrug, before heading up where he had gone into the grass. But he wasn't there. "Potter!?" I screeched. Nothing. "Crap." I hissed under my breath.
"POTTER!"
Nothing. Time to use what usually works...
"WANT A TREAT!?"
Nothing.
"HEY, DOOFUS!"
Nothing.
"DADDY'S HOME, BUDDY, DADDY'S HOME!"
Okay, that definitely should have worked. Something was wrong. I rushed down the hill back to Liam and Miranda, who waited with worried expressions.
"Looks like he probably got lost in the woods. Weird, seeing as it never happens, but..." I told them.
"So, we have to go in your woods?" Miranda muttered, her gaze flickering over the trees that surrounded my house.
"Lady, I grew up in that forest. I know it like the back of my hand." I ensured her, beginning to head over towards the entrance I preferred with a large apple tree and a small pond. Liam and Miranda quickly followed me.
"Where could he be?" Liam wondered aloud as we stepped through the tangle of branches.
"My guess? Probably up some more, then go left. There's this one person's backyard that he seems to love to go into..." I answered, ducking a limb. That's when a sharp bark rang out. "Potter!?" I cried, and took off after it in a run.
"Abigail, wait!" Miranda yelled after me, and raced forward to catch up, Liam on her heels.
"Look at us, all running around. Too bad Lia and Jessica aren't here." He huffed, coming up by me.
"Yeah, they would have loved this. Especially Jessica, seeing as she has her love of trees." I chuckled.
That was when something completely unexpected happened. There was a clap of thunder, and then a strange green light shot out in front of us and slammed into us, throwing us back. Miranda fell back on the ground, while Liam and I smashed against a tree. Let me tell you, it is NOT a pleasant experience. As the light hit us, I felt a deep, pulling feeling in my stomach. After hitting against us, the green light shot up into the sky and seemed to split in two, or half going on way and the other going another. A few seconds passed, and I heard Liam moan.
"You okay?" I murmured, looking over at him. A branch had caught his face as he had flown by, and there was now a bleeding cut on his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He whispered, trying to get up. "But that was really, really weird. What the heck was that!?"
"No idea." I muttered, then glanced over at Miranda, who was still lying on the ground. "Merda?"
"Don't you dare call me that." I heard her hiss.
"Just checking to see that you were alive." I smiled faintly, before moving to get to my feet. "Okay, OW." I hissed as pain flared through my body.
"I know, right?" Liam limped over, and offered me his hand. I gladly took it, and he helped pull me up.
"Ha, it looks like I didn't hit a tree!" Miranda cried in triumph, leaping to her feet. Liam and I shared a look, and we both slapped her shoulders. "Hey! What was that for!?"
"Oh, nothing." I grinned at her.
"But seriously, guys, what was that li-?" Liam began, but was interrupted by a loud, deep, bark, which was followed by more.
"Potter!"I yelped, and moved to run. "Okay, on second thought, that hurts a lot. Let's walk quickly, shall we?" I looked over my shoulder at my two friends, who nodded. "It sounds like he's at the clearing filled with rocks."
We made our way forward as quickly as possible without feeling like we were on fire, which unfortunately, wasn't very fast. Potter continued to bark, which was growing louder and louder as we got closer.
"Here we are." I murmured as we broke through the tree line. We were standing in a clearing that I went to quite a bit when I was younger, which was filled with a cluster of rocks. There was Potter, looking like a drowned rat because of the rain, standing atop one of the boulders, barking furiously at something in the center of the rocks, which we couldn't quite see.
"Potter, what are you-" I raced over to him, but stopped dead as I saw what he was barking at.
"Oh."
I took a step back.
"Oh."
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