Disclaimer:
PHE: I own *starts ticking names off on her fingers* Legolas, pippin, boromir, Aragorn, frodo, the rest of the fellowship, and all nine of my characters. *pauses* and Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir.
Elladan & Elrohir: You only own your characters!
PHE: Liars!
Glorfindel: no, they're not.
PHE: Well, if they're not, then you are!
Glorfindel: How am I a liar?
PHE: Cos I own you lot! Mwuhahahahahahahahah!
Legolas: No, you don't
PHE: Well, then, you gay Elf-Lords, who does?
Elladan: *simply* Tolkien.
PHE: Who the hell is Tolkien?!.*smiles sheepishly* Ooh, THAT Tolkien.
Elrohir: Yes, that Tolkien.
PHE: *hmph* well, at least I own my sanity and my characters!
*Glorfindel sniggers*
PHE: What?
Legolas: I don't think you have any sanity.
PHE: Well, fine, I'll ask my shoe!
TSASWOS(The sparkly shiny worn out shoe): PHE owns nothing but her nine characters.
PHE: *shoving TSASWOS back onto her foot* you all are gay Elf-Lords!
Boromir: Even me?
PHE: Yes, especially you! *walks off in a huff, mumbling under her breath* Boromir: *in a whisper* What did I do?
Legolas: Nothing, just another author and a disclaimer.
Boromir: Oh.
Second Generation By Pippin the Hobbit Elf
Nine kids from different parts of the world all won tickets to the ROTK premier in New Zealand. They never even knew the other existed until now. And what happens when one of them informs the others that the present from Fred's uncle is the cause for their meeting, will depend on this Second Generation. The fates of their ancestors, Middle-Earth, and the world as we know it depends on them. Hmmm. PG-13 to be safe.
Prologue-California
Fred looked up at the sky and sighed. "Gonna be another hot day t'day, isn't Sam?"
Sam, whose name was actually Samantha, looked up as well. "Yup." She ;icked up her water bottle. "The quicker we get to the mailboxes, the better." Fred nodded to show his agreement. They ran out of the door and hurried over to the mailboxes in a total of three minutes. "Why they put them all the way over here is something I will never understand, if you follow me." Sam mentioned as Fred pulled out the pile of mail stuffed in the teeny box.
He flipped through the letters as they headed back to the house. "Whoa!" he shouted, stopping suddenly, staring at the envelope. Sam stopped and looked over his shoulder. It read: "Everyone's a winner! Open to find your prize!"
It was from New Line Cinema.
"Ooooh!" Sam cried gleefully. "Look whose on the envelope!"
It was Legolas, who was in a position for firing off an arrow at a far-off enemy. Fred rolled his eyes and continued in opening the envelope. He turned it upside down and shook it.
Out fluttered two rectangular pieces of paper. Sam bent down to pick them up. She looked at them, and then promptly started screaming and running around Fred in circles.
"What? What is it?" he shouted, grabbing her by the arm.
"We got tickets to the premier of "The Return of the King" in New Zealand!" Sam practically screamed.
Fred snatched the tickets from his younger friends grasp. Sure enough, they were for the World Premier.
"Can we goooooooooooo?!" Sam pleaded, jumping up and down. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she begged.
Fred smiled. "Of course!"
Sam jumped for joy. "Yea! New Zealand, here we come!"
A/N: I totally apologize for the short chapter(s) but the prologues must be short. Only because I absolutely refuse to make them longer, for my fingers' sake.
Peace out, Tim Buk Tooes!
PHE: I own *starts ticking names off on her fingers* Legolas, pippin, boromir, Aragorn, frodo, the rest of the fellowship, and all nine of my characters. *pauses* and Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir.
Elladan & Elrohir: You only own your characters!
PHE: Liars!
Glorfindel: no, they're not.
PHE: Well, if they're not, then you are!
Glorfindel: How am I a liar?
PHE: Cos I own you lot! Mwuhahahahahahahahah!
Legolas: No, you don't
PHE: Well, then, you gay Elf-Lords, who does?
Elladan: *simply* Tolkien.
PHE: Who the hell is Tolkien?!.*smiles sheepishly* Ooh, THAT Tolkien.
Elrohir: Yes, that Tolkien.
PHE: *hmph* well, at least I own my sanity and my characters!
*Glorfindel sniggers*
PHE: What?
Legolas: I don't think you have any sanity.
PHE: Well, fine, I'll ask my shoe!
TSASWOS(The sparkly shiny worn out shoe): PHE owns nothing but her nine characters.
PHE: *shoving TSASWOS back onto her foot* you all are gay Elf-Lords!
Boromir: Even me?
PHE: Yes, especially you! *walks off in a huff, mumbling under her breath* Boromir: *in a whisper* What did I do?
Legolas: Nothing, just another author and a disclaimer.
Boromir: Oh.
Second Generation By Pippin the Hobbit Elf
Nine kids from different parts of the world all won tickets to the ROTK premier in New Zealand. They never even knew the other existed until now. And what happens when one of them informs the others that the present from Fred's uncle is the cause for their meeting, will depend on this Second Generation. The fates of their ancestors, Middle-Earth, and the world as we know it depends on them. Hmmm. PG-13 to be safe.
Prologue-California
Fred looked up at the sky and sighed. "Gonna be another hot day t'day, isn't Sam?"
Sam, whose name was actually Samantha, looked up as well. "Yup." She ;icked up her water bottle. "The quicker we get to the mailboxes, the better." Fred nodded to show his agreement. They ran out of the door and hurried over to the mailboxes in a total of three minutes. "Why they put them all the way over here is something I will never understand, if you follow me." Sam mentioned as Fred pulled out the pile of mail stuffed in the teeny box.
He flipped through the letters as they headed back to the house. "Whoa!" he shouted, stopping suddenly, staring at the envelope. Sam stopped and looked over his shoulder. It read: "Everyone's a winner! Open to find your prize!"
It was from New Line Cinema.
"Ooooh!" Sam cried gleefully. "Look whose on the envelope!"
It was Legolas, who was in a position for firing off an arrow at a far-off enemy. Fred rolled his eyes and continued in opening the envelope. He turned it upside down and shook it.
Out fluttered two rectangular pieces of paper. Sam bent down to pick them up. She looked at them, and then promptly started screaming and running around Fred in circles.
"What? What is it?" he shouted, grabbing her by the arm.
"We got tickets to the premier of "The Return of the King" in New Zealand!" Sam practically screamed.
Fred snatched the tickets from his younger friends grasp. Sure enough, they were for the World Premier.
"Can we goooooooooooo?!" Sam pleaded, jumping up and down. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she begged.
Fred smiled. "Of course!"
Sam jumped for joy. "Yea! New Zealand, here we come!"
A/N: I totally apologize for the short chapter(s) but the prologues must be short. Only because I absolutely refuse to make them longer, for my fingers' sake.
Peace out, Tim Buk Tooes!