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The Fellowship was woken by Martyn's shrill scream. They found him backed against a tree, gibbering and pointing towards a large area of darkness.
"What's wrong?" asked Legolas gently.
"A.... a... scary person... black... scary!" was all they could get out of him.
"The Ringwraiths are on to us. We'd better get moving," ordered Gandalf. He glanced at the still-gibbering young author and sighed. "And someone better look after the boy."
"I will," offered Legolas. Aragorn and Boromir exchanged looks. The elf ignored them and put one arm around Martyn, whispering soothing words and helping him onto his horse. Martyn clung gratefully to the elf, burying his face in Legolas' shoulders. Legolas smirked to himself. He would win the boy over.
They managed to outrun the Ringwraiths, but it was a close thing, mainly because Martyn kept screaming every time he saw a black-garbed rider. Finally Aragorn and Boromir managed to persuade him to keep quiet and when they were sure that the Ringwraiths weren't following they stopped for a rest.
"Why did you keep screaming?" asked Legolas gently, when he'd managed to persuade Martyn to climb down off the horse.
"I remember reading the books when I was little and I used to picture the Ringwraiths in my mind and have nightmares about them. They're even more scary when you meet them!"
"Poor thing!" soothed Legolas, stroking his hair. Boromir sighed and shook his head.
Later, when they were making camp and Martyn was displaying his complete ineptitude at cooking, Boromir took Legolas aside.
"Stop it!" ordered Boromir.
"Stop what?" asked the elf innocently.
"I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make that poor boy fall in love with you so you can reject him."
"And?"
"Leave him alone. It's not fair."
"I didn't say it was. Anyway, it would serve him right for not giving me the adoration that I deserve."
"It's not his fault that he's impervious to your looks. Maybe he just doesn't like blonds." The elf shrugged and walked away. Boromir rolled his eyes and looked back towards Martyn, who was desperately trying to put out the fire that had been dinner.
Later still, they were sat at the camp fire, each passing the time in their own little way. Merry and Pippin were asleep. Gandalf was smoking. Frodo and Sam were huddled in conversation together. Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Gimli and Martyn were talking.
"I'm a writer," said Martyn. "Fanfiction, mainly." At these words, the Fellowship glanced at each other and began to surreptitiously edge away from the boy. "No, don't worry, I do Harry Potter mainly. That's a book that's popular in my world at the moment. I've got a couple of original stories as well that need to be finished. I haven't done you lot yet. I was trying to write a story, but I couldn't think of anything that sounded remotely good, I fell asleep at the keyboard and the next thing I know I'm here."
"Hmm," said Gandalf, staring at the boy through a haze of smoke. "Was there anything special happening while you were writing?"
"Special? In what way? Well, it was a full moon, oh, and it was also the night of the Leonid meteor shower."
"Hm, so due to that unusual combination of astral phenomena a portal must have opened allowing access from your world to this, and won't be open until such an event occurs again... in about ten years time."
"What? Ten years stuck here? That's absolutely terrible, that's..."
What was so terrible about that they never found out because, at that precise moment, a gang of orc attacked.
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The Fellowship was woken by Martyn's shrill scream. They found him backed against a tree, gibbering and pointing towards a large area of darkness.
"What's wrong?" asked Legolas gently.
"A.... a... scary person... black... scary!" was all they could get out of him.
"The Ringwraiths are on to us. We'd better get moving," ordered Gandalf. He glanced at the still-gibbering young author and sighed. "And someone better look after the boy."
"I will," offered Legolas. Aragorn and Boromir exchanged looks. The elf ignored them and put one arm around Martyn, whispering soothing words and helping him onto his horse. Martyn clung gratefully to the elf, burying his face in Legolas' shoulders. Legolas smirked to himself. He would win the boy over.
They managed to outrun the Ringwraiths, but it was a close thing, mainly because Martyn kept screaming every time he saw a black-garbed rider. Finally Aragorn and Boromir managed to persuade him to keep quiet and when they were sure that the Ringwraiths weren't following they stopped for a rest.
"Why did you keep screaming?" asked Legolas gently, when he'd managed to persuade Martyn to climb down off the horse.
"I remember reading the books when I was little and I used to picture the Ringwraiths in my mind and have nightmares about them. They're even more scary when you meet them!"
"Poor thing!" soothed Legolas, stroking his hair. Boromir sighed and shook his head.
Later, when they were making camp and Martyn was displaying his complete ineptitude at cooking, Boromir took Legolas aside.
"Stop it!" ordered Boromir.
"Stop what?" asked the elf innocently.
"I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make that poor boy fall in love with you so you can reject him."
"And?"
"Leave him alone. It's not fair."
"I didn't say it was. Anyway, it would serve him right for not giving me the adoration that I deserve."
"It's not his fault that he's impervious to your looks. Maybe he just doesn't like blonds." The elf shrugged and walked away. Boromir rolled his eyes and looked back towards Martyn, who was desperately trying to put out the fire that had been dinner.
Later still, they were sat at the camp fire, each passing the time in their own little way. Merry and Pippin were asleep. Gandalf was smoking. Frodo and Sam were huddled in conversation together. Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Gimli and Martyn were talking.
"I'm a writer," said Martyn. "Fanfiction, mainly." At these words, the Fellowship glanced at each other and began to surreptitiously edge away from the boy. "No, don't worry, I do Harry Potter mainly. That's a book that's popular in my world at the moment. I've got a couple of original stories as well that need to be finished. I haven't done you lot yet. I was trying to write a story, but I couldn't think of anything that sounded remotely good, I fell asleep at the keyboard and the next thing I know I'm here."
"Hmm," said Gandalf, staring at the boy through a haze of smoke. "Was there anything special happening while you were writing?"
"Special? In what way? Well, it was a full moon, oh, and it was also the night of the Leonid meteor shower."
"Hm, so due to that unusual combination of astral phenomena a portal must have opened allowing access from your world to this, and won't be open until such an event occurs again... in about ten years time."
"What? Ten years stuck here? That's absolutely terrible, that's..."
What was so terrible about that they never found out because, at that precise moment, a gang of orc attacked.