Disclaimer: Tolkien's characters, my insanity, this is what came out.
Author's Note: This fanfic is somewhat reality-inspired… I hope you like it. So please read & review!
Extra Note: No members of the Fellowship were harmed during the writing of this fanfic.
Boromir's Addenda: Well, not physically, anyway… insert hints about permanent brain damage here
The Ring goes to Italy!
Prologue… When my headmistress called to tell me that I was due to leave for Italy in one week, my first reaction was to scream my lungs out. I screamed so loud that I scared half the neighbourhood, broke several windows and nearly gave Boromir a heart attack. My second reaction was to hug the closest thing alive that I could find, which incidentally turned out to be Legolas. Still in shock after my first reaction, the elf opposed little resistance, but when he began to struggle and say something about his kidneys being squashed I had to let him go.
Then, a serious issue popped up. If I were to leave, what would I do with the Fellowship? I couldn't leave them at home, but I sure as hell couldn't take them with me, either. In doubt, I decided to refer to the one person that gave me good advice every time I had to make a hard decision…
… Boromir.
"Take us with you!" he said, even before I finished.
…Well, that was not exactly the answer I had looked forward to, so I went to Gandalf. Seeing as he was both wise and powerful (or wait… was that Saruman?), I had no doubt that he would give me the right answer.
"Take us with you!" he said, after patiently listening to my argument.
Still in doubt, I went to Elrond.
"The answer is quite simple", he said, doing his wild eyebrow dance thingy. "Take us with you."
…And so, I had no choice but to take them with me.
I knew I was going to regret this…