Disclaimer: I own the books and one of the movies, but nothing in them.
Ok, first off, last winter, me and my brother, Simon somehow travelled into Middle-Earth. I know it sounds corny and unbelievable, but it really happened. Now I'm a bit of a Tolkien nut, but I wasn't expecting this. We were motor biking home from an archery contest and we had decided to take a bit of a short cut through the woods. After a while I noticed that the trees and bushes were changing slowly, and it was getting slowly darker and darker, until it seemed kinda like it was night. And it started to get pretty cold despite the heavy jacket I was wearing. I stopped and took off my helmet.
"I don't think were in Kansas anymore." I remarked, my lip curling slowly into a somewhat bemused smile.
"What? We were never in Kansas…" Simon said mockingly, but slowing down at the end into a complete stop. Noticing the look on Simon's face I said,
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."
We got of our bikes and grabbed a few things, like my jack knife, and our bows, not they were much use with four arrows between us, and moved away from the bikes, leaving our helmets and gloves with the bikes. We walked a few meters but stopped and looked around. The bikes had disappeared into the scrub.
"Oh no." Simon then swore vividly.
"Come on, let's keep going. Maybe we're not meant to look back." I suggested.
"Yeah, lets go then." He swung around and pulled me lightly around. After a couple of hours the sky was beginning to light up and we'd come out of the forest.
"Look!" Simon pointed at a large hill rising up in front of us. At the top it was ringed by a circle of broken stones, like a crown. Squinting I saw a cluster of shapes moving towards us. I strung my composite bow and notched one of our precious arrows. Looking over, I saw Simon doing the same.
The shapes morphed into five recognisable shapes, one tall carrying a bundle of something, the other four were quite short.
"Sam, do
you know Athelas plant?" the tall one asked one of the shorter
ones.
"Athelas?" He replied.
"Kingsfoil." The taller one said.
"Kingsfoil? Ah, that's a weed." Sam said back.
"It may help to slow the poison. Hurry." They both then split and began searching.
The tall one quickly found a patch of small flowers and began picking the leaves. As he flicked his shoulder length hair out of his face I noticed that he looked a lot like Viggo Mortensen when he played Aragorn in LotR, but at the same time he looked quite different, older, like he'd seen the world and all the bad in it. Then suddenly a blade came to rest on his neck.
"What's this? A Ranger caught of his guard?" The voice emanated from a tall, elegant woman, with dark black hair.
Crack!
My bow snapped in several places as I stared at it in disbelief. It had cost me several hundred dollars second hand, and I'd kept it in really good condition.
The man and the woman whipped their heads around to look at us.
"Hi." I said weakly, holding the pieces of my bow in my hands.