We Must Never speak of this again
Chapter 1
I was laying on my older sister Lily's bed in the room I shared with her with my laptop(I had been there for hours)when I suddenly squealed and than burst into screams of laughter. That fanfiction is just too funny! I thought. Just than Lily walked through the slightly colored on door. She took one look and yelled over my cackling.
"WHAT IS IT?" As I tried to explain the plot of what I'm reading she seemed to become disinterested. "Aaanyways I was going to tell you something wasn't I...Oh! We need milk! And Mom's going to run to town and get some. She's taking the littles with her."
"Okay doky." I replied. She left the room and moments later I heard the Nazgul like scream of our back door opening. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" I yelled after her.
"I left my sword outside." She shut the door which made another agonizing screech before I could argue. I ambsent-mindedly glanced at our old, beat-up pink alarm clock and noticed that it's like, almost 2:00. Better go have lunch. As I opened the refrigerator I felt a slight breeze. Huh, whateves. I grabbed the milk and the chocolate syrup and turned around to set them on the counter. My jaw dropped to the floor and so did the milk. The Fellowship was standing in my kitchen. I let out a small fangirl squeal as I looked at all of them. Yep, there was Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Frodo, and Sam and they were all covered in milk.
"Uh... do you want a towel?" I managed to say, barely containing my giggles.
"Yes, my lady." Replied Legolas sounding polite but looking confused.
"Would you mind telling us where we are?" Asked the bewildered looking ranger.
"On-"
"How am I going to get the milk out of me beard?!" Exclaimed an exasperated dwarf, cutting me off.
"It is impolite to interrupt!" I replied with an accusing glare. Seven pairs of eyes now glared in Gimli's direction.
"As I was saying you're on Earth, no middle, top, bottom, or side about it."
"Excuse me but would you like me to help you clean up the milk?" Offered Sam, speaking for the first time.
"Uh, sure." I slowly replied, fully taking in what was happening. "Hey Gandalf, how did you get here?"
"I haven't the faintest idea." Suddenly a mess of voices erupted from everyone in the room except for Gandalf and I.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" I shouted over the overlapping voices.
"APPERANTLY I'M DEAD." Replied the wizard in question. I realized they must have been in or near Lothlorien.
"QUIET!" Shouted someone (I'm not sure who) and I had a chance to confirm my thoughts.
"Where were you? I mean before you were here."
"We had just set up camp on the bank of the Anduin and we were about to have lunch." The hobbit, who I presumed to be Frodo, informed me.
"Oh, I was about to have lunch." A smile crept it's way onto my face. "Have you ever had pizza?"
"My lady, you do not seem the hunting sort. I have heard of these pizzas before, they are huge and cunning..." I rolled my eyes. Just Boromir being Boromir. Reaching into the fridge I stopped Boromir by speaking.
"Boromir, this is a pizza. No hunting involved."
"I have also heard that...uh...the flesh of the pizza is poisonous."
"Oh stop your worrying, it's food! Probably only slimy and disgusting." Gimli interrupted. Always the cheerful one he is.
Frodo spoke up. "I'll eat anything as long as it isn't lembas! No offense but it looses it's taste after a while."
Five minutes later...
On the outside I am eating pizza. On the inside I am thinking OMG OMG OMG THE FELLOWSHIP IS SITTING IN MY KICHEN EATING PIZZA I AM, LIKE, TOTALLY GOING TO DIE!
"We had something like this back at the mines," Gimli mused, "But we called it 'Findarizza*'."
"What does 'findarizza' mean?" I asked, amused.
"Well, roughly translated it means 'Mouthful of good fortune'." I laughed and asked Boromir
"How do you like the pizza?" But he was to busy arguing with Aragorn to notice. I turned towards Gandalf.
"Do you have any idea how you got here?" I asked him.
"As I said before I really don't know, but I would like you to answer me a few questions."
"Like what?"
"Did you notice anything peculiar when or before we arrived?" 'He sounds like he has been rehearsing his questions' I thought.
"Lemme think... uh, no."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, pretty sure."
"No, hmm. There is another question I have been meaning to ask you."
"What is it?"
"What is your name?"I smiled.
"Olivia."
"And where are your parents Olivia?"
"Dad's at work and Mom's gone to get some groceries." I felt like I was being interrogated.
"Is anyone else here?"
"Oh my gosh,Lily!"
"Who is Lily?" Our Fell Beast door screeched open and Lily came rushing through.
"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO I FOUND OUTSIDE. IT'S MERRY AND-oh." She looked slowly around the kitchen with her face becoming more comical by the second.
"Hi Lily, the Fellowship appeared in the kitchen!" I told her excitedly.
"Oh, um... hi.." And then she fainted.
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*Findarizza is a word I made up by combining the dwarvish word Findar(Which means 'Good fortune') and one of the old origins of the word 'Pizza' which means 'Mouthful'
