Alas, here it is! The story on where the movie REALLY came from! I hope you
like!! =)
Disclaimer: This is fanFICTION. I'm not saying that this REALLY HAPPENED. Cuz it didn't. And LotR is Tolkien's. And Peter Jackson is cool, and I'm not dissing him, so . go away if you think I am. ;P
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Glorfindel looked around the Prancing Pony. It wasn't often his business brought him all the way to Bree-in fact, he hadn't been in this part of the country for several lives of Men. It was odd, now that he found himself among the ruddy, smiling faces of the Breelanders-those of both Halflings and Men were indistinguishable but for their sizes. But Elrond had told him to go to the Prancing Pony, so it was in the Prancing Pony that the elf- lord found himself.
What he did for that Elrond. It wasn't for many that Glorfindel would go into these parts, being an elf and all-and in disguise, no less-during such times. No, Elrond was really someone special, wasn't he? Him and his little ring ... the elven-lord didn't even have any idea what he was here for. All his Lord had said was 'you will be found'. Found by who? When?
He didn't have long to wait. A few minutes after he sat down at the table, the doors of the inn swung open, yet again. A Man-almost hobbit-sized, but definitely a Man-with a round belly, a relatively close-clipped beard, and somewhat unruly hair stepped through. Glorfindel didn't take much notice; it was an inn, after all, and people were always coming into inns. But this particular Man steered himself straight towards the table the elf-lord was sitting at, not even stopping to talk to Butterbur.
"Hello! Who might you be?" He asked, sitting down without even asking.
"That all depends." Glorfindel said quietly, trying not to sound too horribly elf-like.
"Ah," the Man said, looking him thoughtfully up and down. After a few scrutinizing looks, Glorfindel raised his hooded head and lifted an eyebrow.
"You're here from Rivendell, aren't you?" The elf-lord, realizing he was being 'found', nodded once. The Man continued. "I'm afraid we can't discuss these matters here in the open. I'll rent a room for awhile if we can be private."
Glorfindel, not seeing much choice in the matter, rose to follow him after the Man had talked to Butterbur. On their way down the straight, somewhat narrow hallway, Glorfindel asked, "and what might I be calling you?"
The Man stopped. "Don't you even know what you're here for?"
"No." The only obvious answer seemed to be the truth. The Man opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it. After an uncomfortable pause, he continued down the hall.
"Peter," he said "you can call me Peter." Peter? Glorfindel thought to himself. Sounded outlandish.
After passing a few more doors, 'Peter' stepped into one of the rooms. The tall elf-lord followed, feeling very elf-like in comparison to Peter's short frame and heavy steps.
"I'm not from around here." The Man began, as soon as the door was shut. "You can probably tell by my name. You, being an elf, know very well that Middle-Earth is not the only continent in the world."
"Yes." The two sat down in the armchairs placed near the unlit fireplace. Glorfindel, wondering at what this Man was leading to, kept his answers short.
"Aside from Valinor, there's a land called Earth." He left off the 'Middle', so Glorfindel assumed that the 'Earth' Peter spoke of was different from theirs. "I'm from there. It's very different from here-"
"Different? How so?" Glorfindel interrupted.
"No magic. more industry, just very ... different." Peter, failing to find a better word, fell silent for a moment.
"All right. Go on." The prompt brought a smile, and Peter continued.
"A ship was blown off-course, coming from this land and bound for Valinor, and landed in this Earth. A man there demanded they tell him who they were, and where they were from, and was given a copy of a "Red Book". He rewrote this book, and published it in the form of a novel-The Lord of the Rings." A shiver ran down the elf's spine.
"Lord of the Rings? We do not usually speak of him-" Glorfindel began, but Peter cut him off.
"I know. If you'll believe it possible, it doesn't happen here for a few years yet. Time seems to distort on the journey between Earth and Middle- Earth-just as we'd anticipated. You see, this novel's popularity was so great I have decided to make a motion picture of it. Unfortunately, we haven't got quite the ability to bring your world to life as does it justice." He looked pointedly at the elf.
"So what do you want me to do? I can't just drag our world into yours-" Once again, Glorfindel found himself interrupted.
"Of course you can't. But, then again, you don't know what a motion picture is, do you?" Glorfindel took this into account, and shook his head.
"Not really, no." He answered. Peter nodded, as if he had been anticipating this answer.
"I figured as much."
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So? Did you like? Did you not? REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!
Disclaimer: This is fanFICTION. I'm not saying that this REALLY HAPPENED. Cuz it didn't. And LotR is Tolkien's. And Peter Jackson is cool, and I'm not dissing him, so . go away if you think I am. ;P
*~*~*~*~*
Glorfindel looked around the Prancing Pony. It wasn't often his business brought him all the way to Bree-in fact, he hadn't been in this part of the country for several lives of Men. It was odd, now that he found himself among the ruddy, smiling faces of the Breelanders-those of both Halflings and Men were indistinguishable but for their sizes. But Elrond had told him to go to the Prancing Pony, so it was in the Prancing Pony that the elf- lord found himself.
What he did for that Elrond. It wasn't for many that Glorfindel would go into these parts, being an elf and all-and in disguise, no less-during such times. No, Elrond was really someone special, wasn't he? Him and his little ring ... the elven-lord didn't even have any idea what he was here for. All his Lord had said was 'you will be found'. Found by who? When?
He didn't have long to wait. A few minutes after he sat down at the table, the doors of the inn swung open, yet again. A Man-almost hobbit-sized, but definitely a Man-with a round belly, a relatively close-clipped beard, and somewhat unruly hair stepped through. Glorfindel didn't take much notice; it was an inn, after all, and people were always coming into inns. But this particular Man steered himself straight towards the table the elf-lord was sitting at, not even stopping to talk to Butterbur.
"Hello! Who might you be?" He asked, sitting down without even asking.
"That all depends." Glorfindel said quietly, trying not to sound too horribly elf-like.
"Ah," the Man said, looking him thoughtfully up and down. After a few scrutinizing looks, Glorfindel raised his hooded head and lifted an eyebrow.
"You're here from Rivendell, aren't you?" The elf-lord, realizing he was being 'found', nodded once. The Man continued. "I'm afraid we can't discuss these matters here in the open. I'll rent a room for awhile if we can be private."
Glorfindel, not seeing much choice in the matter, rose to follow him after the Man had talked to Butterbur. On their way down the straight, somewhat narrow hallway, Glorfindel asked, "and what might I be calling you?"
The Man stopped. "Don't you even know what you're here for?"
"No." The only obvious answer seemed to be the truth. The Man opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it. After an uncomfortable pause, he continued down the hall.
"Peter," he said "you can call me Peter." Peter? Glorfindel thought to himself. Sounded outlandish.
After passing a few more doors, 'Peter' stepped into one of the rooms. The tall elf-lord followed, feeling very elf-like in comparison to Peter's short frame and heavy steps.
"I'm not from around here." The Man began, as soon as the door was shut. "You can probably tell by my name. You, being an elf, know very well that Middle-Earth is not the only continent in the world."
"Yes." The two sat down in the armchairs placed near the unlit fireplace. Glorfindel, wondering at what this Man was leading to, kept his answers short.
"Aside from Valinor, there's a land called Earth." He left off the 'Middle', so Glorfindel assumed that the 'Earth' Peter spoke of was different from theirs. "I'm from there. It's very different from here-"
"Different? How so?" Glorfindel interrupted.
"No magic. more industry, just very ... different." Peter, failing to find a better word, fell silent for a moment.
"All right. Go on." The prompt brought a smile, and Peter continued.
"A ship was blown off-course, coming from this land and bound for Valinor, and landed in this Earth. A man there demanded they tell him who they were, and where they were from, and was given a copy of a "Red Book". He rewrote this book, and published it in the form of a novel-The Lord of the Rings." A shiver ran down the elf's spine.
"Lord of the Rings? We do not usually speak of him-" Glorfindel began, but Peter cut him off.
"I know. If you'll believe it possible, it doesn't happen here for a few years yet. Time seems to distort on the journey between Earth and Middle- Earth-just as we'd anticipated. You see, this novel's popularity was so great I have decided to make a motion picture of it. Unfortunately, we haven't got quite the ability to bring your world to life as does it justice." He looked pointedly at the elf.
"So what do you want me to do? I can't just drag our world into yours-" Once again, Glorfindel found himself interrupted.
"Of course you can't. But, then again, you don't know what a motion picture is, do you?" Glorfindel took this into account, and shook his head.
"Not really, no." He answered. Peter nodded, as if he had been anticipating this answer.
"I figured as much."
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So? Did you like? Did you not? REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!