LOTR meets Good Omens
Crowley leaned back in his chair, resting his feet on the wooden desk in front of him. He stared out of the window through the dark sun glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Just then, the phone rang. Crowley dropped his feet to the floor and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Crowley, old boy!" Came the reply.
"Aziraphale," Crowley showed no enthusiasm, "what do you want?"
"Well…" Aziraphale faltered.
"What is it?"
"Something's happened," Aziraphale continued awkwardly.
"… what do you mean something's happened?"
The angel laughed nervously, "I think you'd better come and see."
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"A wormhole?! You've opened up a wormhole?"
Crowley paced up and down, staring angrily at the great wormhole in the middle of Aziraphale's bookshop floor. The angel sat at his desk looking guilty.
"How on earth did you manage this?" Crowley yelled, running a hand through his hair and turning his bright yellow eyes on Aziraphale. The angel shrank in his seat.
"It just… happened," he said lamely.
"How did it happen?"
"Err… it's silly really."
"What did you do?" Crowley persisted.
"…All I did was, was drop a book on the floor."
"Which one?"*
Aziraphale swallowed and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. At length he spoke,
"The book of Time Travel to Other Worlds."
Crowley swore, "What do we do now?" He said, trying to calm him self.
Aziraphale leapt up from his chair and went into the back. When he emerged he was carrying a rather stale looking rug with an even staler looking pattern.
"I've always been meaning to use this somewhere," beamed Aziraphale, laying the rug down awkwardly over the wormhole, "rather brightens up the place, don't you think?"
But before Crowley could reply the carpet sank into the wormhole and disappeared with a strange sucking sound.
"Oh dear," said Aziraphale, not daring to look at the demon, "I wonder where it's gone."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ow!" Frodo fell to the floor as a large object fell onto of him.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam ran to his aid and lifted the offending object off him.
"What on Middle Earth was that?" exclaimed Frodo, getting to his feet and brushing his clothes.
"It's a carpet," said Sam, laying the moth-eaten rug on the ground, "I wonder where it came from."
Frodo looked up at the sky.
"It can't have just fallen out of the sky," he said, "… can it?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Me?!" Aziraphel backed away, "You want me to go in there?" He pointed to the wormhole.
"Why not?" Said Crowley, grinning evilly, "you want to know where it goes don't you?"
"Well-"
"And you were the one who opened it up."
Aziraphale looked doubtfully at the wormhole. His feet were inches away from the edge.
"It could lead to anywhere," the angel protested.
"You're never going to find out where it goes if you don't try."
"What if I can't get back? What if… what if I die or something?"
"Aziraphale, you're an angel, it's not possible for you to die."
Aziraphale contemplated this. He looked up at Crowley, and then at the wormhole. At length he took a step forward, paused and then jumped.
*~*~*~*~*~*
* Aziraphale's bookshop was not full of ordinary books, but magical books; books that could give you amazing powers if you read them; books that could bite off your hands if you didn't handle them properly; books that could take you back in time and so on.
