Hehehehehehe.... Ok, I guess I should put in disclaimers and so here goes:
Do not own:
Tolkien (or any of his works)
J.K. Rowling (or any of her works0
Don't mind the spelling or the horrible grammar.
Anyway, read on friend or foe. Whoever ye may be...
~ The Beast
~*~*~
Many stories get mixed up through time, and many others are told differently then they should. How do we tell which one is which? That I cannot, tell you. But I can tell you this: The Lord of the Rings is not as it seems... Let's not ruin the story for you though. I, The Beast, will tell you what really happened in the Lord of the Rings.
~*~*~
Neville Longbottom stood in the Apparition class, wondering if he would finally get a stupid spell right. Gathering his wits he slowly counted to ten. At ten he attempted to Dis-Apparate, but instead of finding himself at the other end of the room he found himself in an outdoor pavilion surrounded by pointy-eared humans, midgets, dwarves, and men.
~*~*~
Elrond watched as the elves and dwarves fought amongst each other. Frowning as Boromir walked into the fight and rubbed his temples at the sight of Aragorn waded in. Suddenly a cloud of purple smoke sprang right out of the ground, and a 16-year-old boy walked out, seemingly dazed.
"Where am I?" asked the boy. "Where's professor Plampkin?"
"You are at Imladris, the Last Homely Home, or Rivendell, whatever your people call it." Said Elrond, wondering, who this stranger was. The rest of the council had just noticed the new arrival.
"What is this new devilry?" said a tall redheaded man.
"My n-n-name i-i-is N-n-n-Neville Long-b-b-bottom," Said Neville, "W- who, are y-y-you?"
"My name, master Neville, is Elrond. These are my friends and allies; Legolas Thranduilion of the Woodland Realm, and his fellow elves, this is Gimli son of Gloin and his compatriots. Boromir of Gondor, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, and Strider a Ranger of the North. This is my council." Said Elrond, gesturing to each of the seated people. ~*~*~
"Where am I?" thought Neville. He watched and listened from the seat the nice man-, no elf, Elrond had given him.
Elrond explained about the Ring and what had to be done. He saw no point in it. It was just a ring. "Oh well," Neville thought, "I'll go and I'll transport them there and we'll be back in a jiffy. Then I can go home." "And my axe!" said Gimli bursting through Neville's thought's. "So be it you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" said the nice elf Elrond. "Wait!!! I'll go. I can take them to Mount Doom and back in a jiffy." Said Neville, " or at least I can try." He walked over to stand next to Gimli the dwarf. "Are you sure you want to go? It is a long and dangerous road with many perils ahead of you. Some of you may die. Are you sure, you a what? 16-year old boy can handle all that?" said Aragorn. "I can take you to Mount Doom and back. I am sure." Replied Neville though he wasn't sure. "So be it. No oath holds you to this task. You may leave whenever you feel the need to, Illvutar forbid that you should feel the need to." ~*~*~ Yaaaaaay!!!! Please review. *makes puppy dogface w/ huge eyes*. More coming as soon as I can get time away from school.
Anyway, read on friend or foe. Whoever ye may be...
~ The Beast
~*~*~
Many stories get mixed up through time, and many others are told differently then they should. How do we tell which one is which? That I cannot, tell you. But I can tell you this: The Lord of the Rings is not as it seems... Let's not ruin the story for you though. I, The Beast, will tell you what really happened in the Lord of the Rings.
~*~*~
Neville Longbottom stood in the Apparition class, wondering if he would finally get a stupid spell right. Gathering his wits he slowly counted to ten. At ten he attempted to Dis-Apparate, but instead of finding himself at the other end of the room he found himself in an outdoor pavilion surrounded by pointy-eared humans, midgets, dwarves, and men.
~*~*~
Elrond watched as the elves and dwarves fought amongst each other. Frowning as Boromir walked into the fight and rubbed his temples at the sight of Aragorn waded in. Suddenly a cloud of purple smoke sprang right out of the ground, and a 16-year-old boy walked out, seemingly dazed.
"Where am I?" asked the boy. "Where's professor Plampkin?"
"You are at Imladris, the Last Homely Home, or Rivendell, whatever your people call it." Said Elrond, wondering, who this stranger was. The rest of the council had just noticed the new arrival.
"What is this new devilry?" said a tall redheaded man.
"My n-n-name i-i-is N-n-n-Neville Long-b-b-bottom," Said Neville, "W- who, are y-y-you?"
"My name, master Neville, is Elrond. These are my friends and allies; Legolas Thranduilion of the Woodland Realm, and his fellow elves, this is Gimli son of Gloin and his compatriots. Boromir of Gondor, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, and Strider a Ranger of the North. This is my council." Said Elrond, gesturing to each of the seated people. ~*~*~
"Where am I?" thought Neville. He watched and listened from the seat the nice man-, no elf, Elrond had given him.
Elrond explained about the Ring and what had to be done. He saw no point in it. It was just a ring. "Oh well," Neville thought, "I'll go and I'll transport them there and we'll be back in a jiffy. Then I can go home." "And my axe!" said Gimli bursting through Neville's thought's. "So be it you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" said the nice elf Elrond. "Wait!!! I'll go. I can take them to Mount Doom and back in a jiffy." Said Neville, " or at least I can try." He walked over to stand next to Gimli the dwarf. "Are you sure you want to go? It is a long and dangerous road with many perils ahead of you. Some of you may die. Are you sure, you a what? 16-year old boy can handle all that?" said Aragorn. "I can take you to Mount Doom and back. I am sure." Replied Neville though he wasn't sure. "So be it. No oath holds you to this task. You may leave whenever you feel the need to, Illvutar forbid that you should feel the need to." ~*~*~ Yaaaaaay!!!! Please review. *makes puppy dogface w/ huge eyes*. More coming as soon as I can get time away from school.