Chapter One- Friends and Foes
AN: Okay, this picks up soon after "Home again" left off. Read that and the original, "Return of the Ring", if you haven't already, to understand what is going on. This chapter has a lot of really short sections, but I have about… lessee… six romances going on…
Alright, people… I NEED REVIEWS!! Review me, signed, and I'll check out your stuff, but…PLEASE… this time, I wanna beat my record, which is about 77 reviews. PLEASE, people! Please! It only takes a second, and I may reward some people with a spoiler if you ask for one.
*** The next day ***
*** In Mordor ***
A man dressed in a multi-colored robe sat thinking, puffing on a pipe as he did so. A knock on the door did not startle him.
"Yes?" He asked. The door opened.
"They have arrived in Middle-Earth, sir."
"Thank you, Wormtongue."
The man at the door closed the door quickly and silently. The man in the robe sat in his chair, even more deep in thought.
"They think they can counter us?" He asked himself. "The fools…"
* * *
As my friends and I arrived in my temporary room at Minas Tirith, They looked around in wonderment.
"Where ARE we?" asked Rachel.
"The white city," Aragorn replied.
"Minas Tirith?" Nikki asked.
"Yes."
My friends who were new to Middle-Earth inspected the room.
"Wow…" said Nikki, looking in my direction.
"What?" I asked.
"We're all dressed differently…"
I looked down at my garb, faded brown leggings and a green tunic (I had changed into clothing of elf-make when we had arrived at the white city), and saw she was right. I looked at my friends who were not from Middle- Earth and smiled.
Rachel gasped as she noticed they all had a weapon too… part of the magic of the moment, I guessed. Rachel pulled out a longsword, Nikki a bow and arrow, and Ivy and Andrea two medium-size daggers. I smiled as I put my hand on the familiar hilt of my sword.
"What've you got, Leah?" asked Nikki.
I unsheathed my sword and looked at it. It was very shiny and had carved runes in the hilt and elvish carved on the blade, as it was of elf-make. I examined it closely before sheathing it.
There was a rap at the door, and Gandalf, who was nearest, opened it. Elrond walked in.
"Ah, I see you have arrived." He said, surveying the room. "But who are they?" he asked, meaning Nikki, Rachel, Andrea, and Ivy.
"My lord, these are Leah's friends from Middle Earth." Answered Legolas.
"I see." He said. "Well, we will be seeing you off… when?" the Elf-Lord said, as a way of asking when we were leaving.
"Where are going, anyway, Gandalf?" I asked, puzzled.
"We will leave in a fortnight. We should be able to have everything ready by then." Gandalf replied to Elrond, before turning to the rest of us.
"A new evil has risen in Moria." He said. "A dangerous thing has happened; the balrog has escaped its dungeons.
'Though there is no danger if we do not awake the demon, we must destroy it. Saruman has figured out a way to control it, and his plan is apparent: to wreak havoc on Middle-Earth through the demon, and through other forces of Mordor as well."
We sat in silence.
"That's not good." Nikki said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock." She said.
They continued to bicker, much to everyone's amusement, until it was time for dinner. We then made our way down to the dining hall, Nikki and Rachel still bickering.
*** That night ***
I stood on the small balcony of Frodo's and my room. Frodo was standing next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. I sighed and leaned in, so my head was resting on his shoulder. Though it was dark and I could not see his face, I knew he was smiling. He ran a hand through my hair, resting his head against mine, both of us taking joy in the moment.
*** Elsewhere ***
Pippin sat on the small stool out on his balcony, smoking a pipe, deep in thought. He wasn't supposed to like anyone, not in that way… he was long past the age where most hobbits would have settled down… but all that he could see before him when he closed his eyes was that golden hair- those hazel eyes… the breeze almost whispered her name, tickling his ear…
* * *
Andrea looked out her window. She didn't know what had overtaken her- she normally hated guys, they were almost all jerks. But this one- he was different somehow. She didn't quite know how, but she liked him…
* * *
Ivy sat on her bed and sighed. Why did he have to be so damn cute? The way he was always perky, the way he grinned lopsidedly, the way he would crack jokes and laugh with his best friend… she had hated guys, ever since the dance last year… She trailed off, lost in thought.
* * *
Merry frowned. This was like nothing he'd ever felt before…was he sick? All he felt was a very overwhelming desire… but no, he couldn't be in love with her, could he? The way the sunlight played upon her brown hair, the way her golden green eyes sparkled with laughter when he told a joke, the way she smiled…
* * *
Legolas and Nikki sat on Legolas' balcony.
"Shall we tell them soon?" Nikki asked.
"Yes, soon, my darling." He replied, his voice quivering ever so slightly. She looked into his eyes and smiled.
* * *
Rachel sat on her balcony, thinking. If only he were here- no. wait. He had Rosie, didn't he? She was so confused- was he with Rosie, or had that never happened because of his imprisonment at Cirith Ungol?
Just then, she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in," she said softly. The door swung open, and Samwise walked in.
"Hullo," he said sheepishly. Rachel smiled.
* * *
Sam sat in his room, puzzled. Should he- would that seem- he was so confused. He knew he liked her, but he didn't know if she felt the same. Sure, she acted the part, but was that reality, or was he just imagining?
* * *
*** At Leah's House ***
Leah's mother, Emily, looked up suddenly from her place at the sink. Was she imagining things, or had she just heard the floor creak?
"Leah?" she called. When there was no answer, she went to the kitchen door and looked around. Satisfied with telling herself Leah was probably just out playing or had gone somewhere with her friends, she turned back to do her dishes, but never got there. When she saw who- or what- was behind her, she stopped dead, the plate she had been cleaning falling from her hand to the floor with a crash.
* * *
I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. Two weeks had passed, and we were leaving that morning.
"Come in," Frodo said, before giving me one last smile and peck on the cheek. Rachel walked in. Seeing that last kiss, she gave an evil grin.
"Oh… am I interrupting anything?" she asked.
"Yep," said Frodo, ushering her out the door. I laughed, and jokingly shook a finger at him.
"Bad Frodo! Heel!" I said, laughing. Rachel and Frodo both laughed.
Once Rachel had recovered from her laughing attack, she revealed what she had come for.
"I just wanted to tell you that Aragorn wants all of us on the main balcony at noon."
I nodded. "Okay." She smiled and winked before leaving.
"My god," Frodo said, shaking his head. "Did Rachel just… wink?"
"I think so…" I said, picking up my pack, which was near the door. "Let's go."
AN: Okay, this picks up soon after "Home again" left off. Read that and the original, "Return of the Ring", if you haven't already, to understand what is going on. This chapter has a lot of really short sections, but I have about… lessee… six romances going on…
Alright, people… I NEED REVIEWS!! Review me, signed, and I'll check out your stuff, but…PLEASE… this time, I wanna beat my record, which is about 77 reviews. PLEASE, people! Please! It only takes a second, and I may reward some people with a spoiler if you ask for one.
*** The next day ***
*** In Mordor ***
A man dressed in a multi-colored robe sat thinking, puffing on a pipe as he did so. A knock on the door did not startle him.
"Yes?" He asked. The door opened.
"They have arrived in Middle-Earth, sir."
"Thank you, Wormtongue."
The man at the door closed the door quickly and silently. The man in the robe sat in his chair, even more deep in thought.
"They think they can counter us?" He asked himself. "The fools…"
* * *
As my friends and I arrived in my temporary room at Minas Tirith, They looked around in wonderment.
"Where ARE we?" asked Rachel.
"The white city," Aragorn replied.
"Minas Tirith?" Nikki asked.
"Yes."
My friends who were new to Middle-Earth inspected the room.
"Wow…" said Nikki, looking in my direction.
"What?" I asked.
"We're all dressed differently…"
I looked down at my garb, faded brown leggings and a green tunic (I had changed into clothing of elf-make when we had arrived at the white city), and saw she was right. I looked at my friends who were not from Middle- Earth and smiled.
Rachel gasped as she noticed they all had a weapon too… part of the magic of the moment, I guessed. Rachel pulled out a longsword, Nikki a bow and arrow, and Ivy and Andrea two medium-size daggers. I smiled as I put my hand on the familiar hilt of my sword.
"What've you got, Leah?" asked Nikki.
I unsheathed my sword and looked at it. It was very shiny and had carved runes in the hilt and elvish carved on the blade, as it was of elf-make. I examined it closely before sheathing it.
There was a rap at the door, and Gandalf, who was nearest, opened it. Elrond walked in.
"Ah, I see you have arrived." He said, surveying the room. "But who are they?" he asked, meaning Nikki, Rachel, Andrea, and Ivy.
"My lord, these are Leah's friends from Middle Earth." Answered Legolas.
"I see." He said. "Well, we will be seeing you off… when?" the Elf-Lord said, as a way of asking when we were leaving.
"Where are going, anyway, Gandalf?" I asked, puzzled.
"We will leave in a fortnight. We should be able to have everything ready by then." Gandalf replied to Elrond, before turning to the rest of us.
"A new evil has risen in Moria." He said. "A dangerous thing has happened; the balrog has escaped its dungeons.
'Though there is no danger if we do not awake the demon, we must destroy it. Saruman has figured out a way to control it, and his plan is apparent: to wreak havoc on Middle-Earth through the demon, and through other forces of Mordor as well."
We sat in silence.
"That's not good." Nikki said. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock." She said.
They continued to bicker, much to everyone's amusement, until it was time for dinner. We then made our way down to the dining hall, Nikki and Rachel still bickering.
*** That night ***
I stood on the small balcony of Frodo's and my room. Frodo was standing next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. I sighed and leaned in, so my head was resting on his shoulder. Though it was dark and I could not see his face, I knew he was smiling. He ran a hand through my hair, resting his head against mine, both of us taking joy in the moment.
*** Elsewhere ***
Pippin sat on the small stool out on his balcony, smoking a pipe, deep in thought. He wasn't supposed to like anyone, not in that way… he was long past the age where most hobbits would have settled down… but all that he could see before him when he closed his eyes was that golden hair- those hazel eyes… the breeze almost whispered her name, tickling his ear…
* * *
Andrea looked out her window. She didn't know what had overtaken her- she normally hated guys, they were almost all jerks. But this one- he was different somehow. She didn't quite know how, but she liked him…
* * *
Ivy sat on her bed and sighed. Why did he have to be so damn cute? The way he was always perky, the way he grinned lopsidedly, the way he would crack jokes and laugh with his best friend… she had hated guys, ever since the dance last year… She trailed off, lost in thought.
* * *
Merry frowned. This was like nothing he'd ever felt before…was he sick? All he felt was a very overwhelming desire… but no, he couldn't be in love with her, could he? The way the sunlight played upon her brown hair, the way her golden green eyes sparkled with laughter when he told a joke, the way she smiled…
* * *
Legolas and Nikki sat on Legolas' balcony.
"Shall we tell them soon?" Nikki asked.
"Yes, soon, my darling." He replied, his voice quivering ever so slightly. She looked into his eyes and smiled.
* * *
Rachel sat on her balcony, thinking. If only he were here- no. wait. He had Rosie, didn't he? She was so confused- was he with Rosie, or had that never happened because of his imprisonment at Cirith Ungol?
Just then, she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in," she said softly. The door swung open, and Samwise walked in.
"Hullo," he said sheepishly. Rachel smiled.
* * *
Sam sat in his room, puzzled. Should he- would that seem- he was so confused. He knew he liked her, but he didn't know if she felt the same. Sure, she acted the part, but was that reality, or was he just imagining?
* * *
*** At Leah's House ***
Leah's mother, Emily, looked up suddenly from her place at the sink. Was she imagining things, or had she just heard the floor creak?
"Leah?" she called. When there was no answer, she went to the kitchen door and looked around. Satisfied with telling herself Leah was probably just out playing or had gone somewhere with her friends, she turned back to do her dishes, but never got there. When she saw who- or what- was behind her, she stopped dead, the plate she had been cleaning falling from her hand to the floor with a crash.
* * *
I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. Two weeks had passed, and we were leaving that morning.
"Come in," Frodo said, before giving me one last smile and peck on the cheek. Rachel walked in. Seeing that last kiss, she gave an evil grin.
"Oh… am I interrupting anything?" she asked.
"Yep," said Frodo, ushering her out the door. I laughed, and jokingly shook a finger at him.
"Bad Frodo! Heel!" I said, laughing. Rachel and Frodo both laughed.
Once Rachel had recovered from her laughing attack, she revealed what she had come for.
"I just wanted to tell you that Aragorn wants all of us on the main balcony at noon."
I nodded. "Okay." She smiled and winked before leaving.
"My god," Frodo said, shaking his head. "Did Rachel just… wink?"
"I think so…" I said, picking up my pack, which was near the door. "Let's go."