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WARNING: Carziness, hyperness, and evilness created this story. Nightmares are NOT the authors' faults.
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A thriteen-year-old boy with red hair and green eyes titled back in his chair as he turned the page of "The Fellowship of the Ring". A fifteen- year-old boy sat next to him, tapping his head with a pencil in a vain hope to try to solve think up another line to his poem.
"Nick?" the fifteen-year-old said, poking the red-haired boy on the shoulder.
"John?" Nick snapped back. He put down his book after replacing the bookmark. "What?"
"I need another line."
"Read me some of it."
"But when Battle calls, The warriors shape-up, And fight to dies. No man shy, Wounds bandage-up."
"And dead men lie along walls?"
"That's perfect!" John scribbled on the paper. Nick settled back into the book.
"Wouldn't it be cool to get into Lord of the Rings?" Nick asked, still reading.
"Ha! Done! In your face, Mrs. Strong! Huh? Nick, did you say something?" John asked, dancing around waving the paper.
"Yes. I said, 'Wouldn't it be cool to get into Lord of the Rings'," Nick said, still not looking up from his book. John smiled.
"Remember the Narnia incident with the closet?" Nick shuddered and closed the book.
"Yes. Do you think..."
"Yes!" Nick replaced his book in his bookbag and ran with John upstairs. John grabbed two empty bookbags and passed one to Nick.
"We need to pack. I think we should also take a map," he said, shoving various pieces of clothing into his bookbag. Nick nodded and packed.
Once packed (a few hours for John), Nick shoved aside the unpacked contents of his closet. John pulled open the stiff door and looked into the dusty space.
They both stepped into. John's teeth ground together as the timbers creaked. They kept walking...and walking...and walking...and walking some more.
"How much longer, whoa!" John said, dropping off an edge at the last moment. Nick didn't call out as he dropped, hearing the door slam behind them.
-----*-----IN THE SHIRE-----*-----
A hobbit, thirteen, fell painfully on his rear. His hair (all of it, feet and head) was red and his eyes sparkled green. He looked around and found himself outside Bag End with Sam. Gandalf had just reached out for Sam's ear.
"Hey! Ouch! That hurts!" Tom (Nick) yelled as he was drug up to sill by Gandalf. Gandalf looked at him oddly and reached down, this time getting Sam's ear. Tom climbed through the window.
"Who are you?" Frodo asked, looking oddly at the hobbit (who still had on blue jeans and a DARE T-shirt on).
"I am Tombo Took. You are Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck. Primula's father is the brother of Pippin and Merry's parents. Pippin's mother is the daughter of Primula's uncle. Pippin's mother is the sister of Merry's father. Call me Tom," Tom said, making Frodo look worried at the new-comer who knew way too much for his own good. Tom turned to Gandalf (who was doing the whole eavesdropping deal). "And you are Olórin."
"How did you know my real name?" Gandalf said, looking very pale. Tom cackled evilly.
"I know much. Things that have been, things that are, and things that are to come." They all looked very worried.
Blah blah blah, they go meet Tom Bombadil and Co., blah blah blah, go to Bree, meet Strider/Aragorn (who is also freaked out by Tom when he's called by his real name), blah-dee-blah, skip to Rivendell, the feast.
-----*-----IN MIRKWOOD-----*-----
*~*Nick is in The Shire, so where would an elf land? Mirkwood of course!*~*
A blonde headed elf wandered through the forest, feeling out-of-place among so many dark-haired elves. A blonde elf-maid bumped into John. He apologized profusely. She laughed lightly, making him force himself to swallow the oncoming tide of drool.
(N/n: Hahahaha! Johnny's in love! Hehehahaha!)
(J/n: This will NOT become a Mary-Sue, I have reasons for this, you shall see *evil laughter*)
(N/n: O.o)
"I'm Nevgrodwen Starling. Call me Nev," she said.
"I'm Jo-uh, Carancirithion Mugwort. Call me Caran," John (Caran) said. He smiled.
Blah blah, he leaves, follows Legolas in the search for Gollum, goes to Rivendell.
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John: That's all for now. So, Nick, we're both in Rivendell?
Nick: Yep. All those earssssssssssss........
John: O.o Ruh roh, elves, RUN!!!!
WARNING: Carziness, hyperness, and evilness created this story. Nightmares are NOT the authors' faults.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A thriteen-year-old boy with red hair and green eyes titled back in his chair as he turned the page of "The Fellowship of the Ring". A fifteen- year-old boy sat next to him, tapping his head with a pencil in a vain hope to try to solve think up another line to his poem.
"Nick?" the fifteen-year-old said, poking the red-haired boy on the shoulder.
"John?" Nick snapped back. He put down his book after replacing the bookmark. "What?"
"I need another line."
"Read me some of it."
"But when Battle calls, The warriors shape-up, And fight to dies. No man shy, Wounds bandage-up."
"And dead men lie along walls?"
"That's perfect!" John scribbled on the paper. Nick settled back into the book.
"Wouldn't it be cool to get into Lord of the Rings?" Nick asked, still reading.
"Ha! Done! In your face, Mrs. Strong! Huh? Nick, did you say something?" John asked, dancing around waving the paper.
"Yes. I said, 'Wouldn't it be cool to get into Lord of the Rings'," Nick said, still not looking up from his book. John smiled.
"Remember the Narnia incident with the closet?" Nick shuddered and closed the book.
"Yes. Do you think..."
"Yes!" Nick replaced his book in his bookbag and ran with John upstairs. John grabbed two empty bookbags and passed one to Nick.
"We need to pack. I think we should also take a map," he said, shoving various pieces of clothing into his bookbag. Nick nodded and packed.
Once packed (a few hours for John), Nick shoved aside the unpacked contents of his closet. John pulled open the stiff door and looked into the dusty space.
They both stepped into. John's teeth ground together as the timbers creaked. They kept walking...and walking...and walking...and walking some more.
"How much longer, whoa!" John said, dropping off an edge at the last moment. Nick didn't call out as he dropped, hearing the door slam behind them.
-----*-----IN THE SHIRE-----*-----
A hobbit, thirteen, fell painfully on his rear. His hair (all of it, feet and head) was red and his eyes sparkled green. He looked around and found himself outside Bag End with Sam. Gandalf had just reached out for Sam's ear.
"Hey! Ouch! That hurts!" Tom (Nick) yelled as he was drug up to sill by Gandalf. Gandalf looked at him oddly and reached down, this time getting Sam's ear. Tom climbed through the window.
"Who are you?" Frodo asked, looking oddly at the hobbit (who still had on blue jeans and a DARE T-shirt on).
"I am Tombo Took. You are Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck. Primula's father is the brother of Pippin and Merry's parents. Pippin's mother is the daughter of Primula's uncle. Pippin's mother is the sister of Merry's father. Call me Tom," Tom said, making Frodo look worried at the new-comer who knew way too much for his own good. Tom turned to Gandalf (who was doing the whole eavesdropping deal). "And you are Olórin."
"How did you know my real name?" Gandalf said, looking very pale. Tom cackled evilly.
"I know much. Things that have been, things that are, and things that are to come." They all looked very worried.
Blah blah blah, they go meet Tom Bombadil and Co., blah blah blah, go to Bree, meet Strider/Aragorn (who is also freaked out by Tom when he's called by his real name), blah-dee-blah, skip to Rivendell, the feast.
-----*-----IN MIRKWOOD-----*-----
*~*Nick is in The Shire, so where would an elf land? Mirkwood of course!*~*
A blonde headed elf wandered through the forest, feeling out-of-place among so many dark-haired elves. A blonde elf-maid bumped into John. He apologized profusely. She laughed lightly, making him force himself to swallow the oncoming tide of drool.
(N/n: Hahahaha! Johnny's in love! Hehehahaha!)
(J/n: This will NOT become a Mary-Sue, I have reasons for this, you shall see *evil laughter*)
(N/n: O.o)
"I'm Nevgrodwen Starling. Call me Nev," she said.
"I'm Jo-uh, Carancirithion Mugwort. Call me Caran," John (Caran) said. He smiled.
Blah blah, he leaves, follows Legolas in the search for Gollum, goes to Rivendell.
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John: That's all for now. So, Nick, we're both in Rivendell?
Nick: Yep. All those earssssssssssss........
John: O.o Ruh roh, elves, RUN!!!!