Chapter one:
"Ok. What am I doing here?" I asked. I had just been watching the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, when I walked up to the TV because my stupid DVD player wasn't receiving the signal correctly, and as I got a closer look at the TV and what was going on, I actually fell into the TV.
I began to explore. I walked along the edge of a REALLY creepy forest, and I kept on hearing all these freaky sounds.
Finally, I gave up cause it would have taken FOREVER to get anywhere with any people. I sat with my back against a tree, totally mad. WHERE AM I??!!!!!
A way loud noise behind me made me jump. "Ah!" I yelped. A HUGEMUNGUS wolf jumped at me. I screamed loudly and dodged it easily. I know I could have done without the screaming, but I knew if I screamed some crazy dude might come out and save my life. If he's gonna, I hope he's hot.
I heard hoof beats. The wolf didn't really seem to care, cause I was basically cornered against a tree. Aaah! I'm to young, beautiful, hot and all together too precious to die! Waah.oooh.
A rider came flying out of the woods and shot the wolf on the shoulder. It roared but kept coming at me. It began to open its mouth. Only one thing to do, I told myself. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!!!! So I did.
I shot out from under its legs and ran. Bad move. God that thing was fast. The rider dude galloped by and took my hand. Being quite agile, flexible, and all together wonderful, I hopped on the horse. I held on tight to his waist though.
He turned and shot the wolf thingie-ma-jiggie in the throat. Owie. That HAD to hurt. I looked up at the face of the dude who saved me. And while I did, I wondered about the bow and arrows. Why not an Uzi?
He looked away from me and continued riding further from the forest. That is, until we both heard a vicious, blood-curdling scream that scared the living daylights outa me. He whirled the horse around and headed toward the little clearing in the forest where we heard the screams coming from. "Can you ride?" he asked, not bothering to look at me. Pooper-head.
"Yes, I think so." He grabbed me around my waist and plopped me in front of him.
"Keep him going!" I nodded and did as I was told, still imagining his incredibly soft, smooth, white, lovely, thin hand that.whoops. Got carried away.anyways.
He began shooting all these arrows at the wolf things behind us. "What are they?" I yelled.
"Wargs!" I almost let go of the reins. Wargs? But they were from "Lord of the Rings," just a little thingie creature that appeared in "The Hobbit," and "The Two Towers" to tear everyone to pieces. Oh well. No time to chat.
Arrows were flying. I galloped closer to the clearing. I saw a low-hanging branch up ahead. "Um, Sir? I think you should duck your head." He looked at me, but it was taking too long for him to get the idea, so I grabbed his braided head and shoved it down with mine. He got up as soon as I let go, and looked at me in awe. "Thank you my kind lady, how foolish of me not to notice."
I got into the clearing. The warg things were surrounding a young, blonde girl. My age, but shorter. And she was wearing an outfit like mine, not otherworldly like the-dude-who-saved-me's outfit.
She was whimpering, but when she saw us, she gasped and screamed. Duh. Like we didn't know she was in serious trouble. I grabbed the dudes knives, leapt off the horse, and began appreciating those years of loving Tolkien's books so much I got lessons on sword fighting and knife twirling. I knew I was good. But these warg things still totally freaked me out. But soon, all of them were dead. Heehee. And it was all yours truly. Dude-head did nuttin. Nuttin at all.
I also saw the girl was wearing a backpack. Interesting. I walked up to her and helped her to her feet. She was gasping for breath, looking at me, my clothes, then her eyes fell on the dude.
"OHMYGAWD!!!" she shrieked. I covered my ears. "YOU'RE LEGOLAS!!! OHMYGAWD OHMYGAWD OH MYGAWD!!!!!!!!"
"So. That is your name. How strange." Don't ask. I always liked talking Old English. He nodded, then dismounted and headed toward me. All of a sudden, this orc thing popped outa nowhere and shot me with a crossbow in the stomach. He was killed too, stupid slimy, ugly, disgusting.then the last thing I remembered was Legolas taking me in his arms and holding me, stroking my forehead. I realized then that he looked so much like Orlando Bloom's Legolas, it scared me. Then I blacked out. The last thing I felt, was lips on my forehead. He was so nice. And then nothing but pain.
"Ok. What am I doing here?" I asked. I had just been watching the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, when I walked up to the TV because my stupid DVD player wasn't receiving the signal correctly, and as I got a closer look at the TV and what was going on, I actually fell into the TV.
I began to explore. I walked along the edge of a REALLY creepy forest, and I kept on hearing all these freaky sounds.
Finally, I gave up cause it would have taken FOREVER to get anywhere with any people. I sat with my back against a tree, totally mad. WHERE AM I??!!!!!
A way loud noise behind me made me jump. "Ah!" I yelped. A HUGEMUNGUS wolf jumped at me. I screamed loudly and dodged it easily. I know I could have done without the screaming, but I knew if I screamed some crazy dude might come out and save my life. If he's gonna, I hope he's hot.
I heard hoof beats. The wolf didn't really seem to care, cause I was basically cornered against a tree. Aaah! I'm to young, beautiful, hot and all together too precious to die! Waah.oooh.
A rider came flying out of the woods and shot the wolf on the shoulder. It roared but kept coming at me. It began to open its mouth. Only one thing to do, I told myself. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!!!! So I did.
I shot out from under its legs and ran. Bad move. God that thing was fast. The rider dude galloped by and took my hand. Being quite agile, flexible, and all together wonderful, I hopped on the horse. I held on tight to his waist though.
He turned and shot the wolf thingie-ma-jiggie in the throat. Owie. That HAD to hurt. I looked up at the face of the dude who saved me. And while I did, I wondered about the bow and arrows. Why not an Uzi?
He looked away from me and continued riding further from the forest. That is, until we both heard a vicious, blood-curdling scream that scared the living daylights outa me. He whirled the horse around and headed toward the little clearing in the forest where we heard the screams coming from. "Can you ride?" he asked, not bothering to look at me. Pooper-head.
"Yes, I think so." He grabbed me around my waist and plopped me in front of him.
"Keep him going!" I nodded and did as I was told, still imagining his incredibly soft, smooth, white, lovely, thin hand that.whoops. Got carried away.anyways.
He began shooting all these arrows at the wolf things behind us. "What are they?" I yelled.
"Wargs!" I almost let go of the reins. Wargs? But they were from "Lord of the Rings," just a little thingie creature that appeared in "The Hobbit," and "The Two Towers" to tear everyone to pieces. Oh well. No time to chat.
Arrows were flying. I galloped closer to the clearing. I saw a low-hanging branch up ahead. "Um, Sir? I think you should duck your head." He looked at me, but it was taking too long for him to get the idea, so I grabbed his braided head and shoved it down with mine. He got up as soon as I let go, and looked at me in awe. "Thank you my kind lady, how foolish of me not to notice."
I got into the clearing. The warg things were surrounding a young, blonde girl. My age, but shorter. And she was wearing an outfit like mine, not otherworldly like the-dude-who-saved-me's outfit.
She was whimpering, but when she saw us, she gasped and screamed. Duh. Like we didn't know she was in serious trouble. I grabbed the dudes knives, leapt off the horse, and began appreciating those years of loving Tolkien's books so much I got lessons on sword fighting and knife twirling. I knew I was good. But these warg things still totally freaked me out. But soon, all of them were dead. Heehee. And it was all yours truly. Dude-head did nuttin. Nuttin at all.
I also saw the girl was wearing a backpack. Interesting. I walked up to her and helped her to her feet. She was gasping for breath, looking at me, my clothes, then her eyes fell on the dude.
"OHMYGAWD!!!" she shrieked. I covered my ears. "YOU'RE LEGOLAS!!! OHMYGAWD OHMYGAWD OH MYGAWD!!!!!!!!"
"So. That is your name. How strange." Don't ask. I always liked talking Old English. He nodded, then dismounted and headed toward me. All of a sudden, this orc thing popped outa nowhere and shot me with a crossbow in the stomach. He was killed too, stupid slimy, ugly, disgusting.then the last thing I remembered was Legolas taking me in his arms and holding me, stroking my forehead. I realized then that he looked so much like Orlando Bloom's Legolas, it scared me. Then I blacked out. The last thing I felt, was lips on my forehead. He was so nice. And then nothing but pain.