Chapter 2
By the time Courtney and I found our way out of the forest and into our room Lisa had already eaten and was sitting on her bed reading a book.
"My God Lisa, what are you reading now!" Courtney yelled.
"There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins." She answered.
Courtney opened her mouth to yell at her and there I left them in search for food.
I was walking down the hallway; they must have had paintings since the beginning of time. They must have had a lot free time on their hands if they collected art.
After half an hour I decided to stop and ask for directions. I had passed the same sculpture five times already and tripped over the same step twice. I knocked upon a door. I waited a good seconds when I decided to open it because no one answered it.
Inside the room were two hobbit-sized people.
"Um. I'm like lost and I need to find the cafeteria." I said.
When the people turned around it turned out to be Bilbo and Frodo. They looked mad, no, angry would be a better way to explain it.
"Sorry, wrong door." And I bolted out door.
I continued to walk down the hall when a strong hand pulled me against the wall and put a hand around my neck, cutting off my breathing until I could only get in little gasps.
"Tell me who you are, and who you work for." I could tell that it was Aragorn.
"It's kind of hard to answer when you can't breathe." I managed to gasp.
"Yes, but you could get the answer out before you faint from the lack of air. And if you choose not to answer, I could kill you here."
"Nice choices." I muttered. Already my head was swirling.
"Answer!" he said urgently.
"Please."
Just then Courtney came up from behind Aragorn and jumped up around his neck cutting off his airway. His grip lightened enough for me to suck in some air then he tightened it again. Then I saw Boromir come up behind her and put his hands around her neck.
A chain reaction?
My lungs burned for air. I needed air. My head was swirling.
I then saw Lisa jump on Boromir and started to strangle him.
Everything started to get dark but the last thing I saw was Elrond walk by and stop.
Then my brain stopped working.
I woke up to Lisa eating breakfast. Eating? Was she always eating? Then I remembered that I didn't eat since I left home.
"Lisa?" I asked sitting up in the bed.
"Laura! You're up! You know."
"Shut up. Is that sausage?"
"Yeah but."
"Give me it."
She got up slowly and handed it to me. "But it's my sausage."
"It's probably your second anyway."
Just then Courtney came in the room. "Lisa, is that your third plate of sausage?"
Lisa's eyes got wide and looked from me to Courtney and back to me. "No. I've only had two since Laura took that one."
I laughed. It felt good to laugh.
"Well, good news everyone!" Courtney said happily. "We're moving out in two days."
Lisa and I stared back.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you want us to die?" I asked.
"No but I just."
"You JUST!" Lisa yelled. "You thought that we just wanted to die!"
I ignored the rest of their argument and picked up a paper and pencil on the nightstand and drew my sword that I wanted. It had my name on it and it had little doodles. Do not ask me what's with the little doodles.
I named it, well, there's a lot of names I called it, including It's-All- Lisa's-Fault.
"Laura, what are you drawing? We have to be preparing now that Courtney decided to speed it up a whole chapter." Lisa said.
"I have to.umm.go to the bathroom." And with that I quickly left the room with no intention of going to the bathroom.
I walked quickly down the hallway when I found an elf.
'Yo! You, elf dude!" I yelled to him. He turned around to face me. "Yeah, you. Could you make me three swords?"
"Yes, but it could take me."
"Can you do it in a day and a half? I'll come back and do whatever you wish me to do. Including your errands and work, you have my word."
"Consider it done. What do you wish the swords to look like?"
And with that I told him the plans for three swords. One for me, one for Lisa, and one for Courtney. And while I was at it, I got three daggers made.
Sure enough, just hours before we left, the elf (whose name was Finnula) gave me three eight-inch daggers in carry cases and three swords (in sheaths) just like mine except he had put our names on our swords. Great, now I had to come back. The guy put extra craftsmanship into the swords. I walked into our room.
"I can't believe this, it's three hours until we leave and we don't have swords!" Lisa complained.
"Not quite." I said and handed them their stuff.
"You got this stuff made? Man, who trusted you enough to get this stuff made?" Courtney said with a laugh putting her sheath around her waist.
"I can't believe it! We have daggers in our boots!" Lisa exclaimed. "Bringing Hollywood to Mirkwood."
"Lisa we're in Rivendell, soon to be in Mordor." Courtney laughed.
"Or dead." Lisa muttered. She put the dagger in her boot.
We all were wearing a spin-off of jeans that were brown with a shirt type thing that was too big. It looked like it had been soaked in tea bags. Luckily, we didn't match. It was different types of brown. A cool brown, but it was defiantly not what I wanted to be wearing. The boots were the only cool thing. We put our normal clothes in our bags.
"I feel like Robin Hood." I muttered sitting down on the bed.
"Oh! Can I be Little John?" Lisa asked.
"What can I be?" Courtney asked. She didn't care all that much. She just didn't want to think about what was going to happen.
"You can be the sword! Swish, swish. Clang, clang." Lisa said happily.
I laughed.
Three hours later I was carrying forty pounds on my back through the mountains toward Mordor.
I heard Courtney whisper, "This is going to be a long trip."
Sadly, I knew it was going to be ten times longer than that.
By the time Courtney and I found our way out of the forest and into our room Lisa had already eaten and was sitting on her bed reading a book.
"My God Lisa, what are you reading now!" Courtney yelled.
"There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins." She answered.
Courtney opened her mouth to yell at her and there I left them in search for food.
I was walking down the hallway; they must have had paintings since the beginning of time. They must have had a lot free time on their hands if they collected art.
After half an hour I decided to stop and ask for directions. I had passed the same sculpture five times already and tripped over the same step twice. I knocked upon a door. I waited a good seconds when I decided to open it because no one answered it.
Inside the room were two hobbit-sized people.
"Um. I'm like lost and I need to find the cafeteria." I said.
When the people turned around it turned out to be Bilbo and Frodo. They looked mad, no, angry would be a better way to explain it.
"Sorry, wrong door." And I bolted out door.
I continued to walk down the hall when a strong hand pulled me against the wall and put a hand around my neck, cutting off my breathing until I could only get in little gasps.
"Tell me who you are, and who you work for." I could tell that it was Aragorn.
"It's kind of hard to answer when you can't breathe." I managed to gasp.
"Yes, but you could get the answer out before you faint from the lack of air. And if you choose not to answer, I could kill you here."
"Nice choices." I muttered. Already my head was swirling.
"Answer!" he said urgently.
"Please."
Just then Courtney came up from behind Aragorn and jumped up around his neck cutting off his airway. His grip lightened enough for me to suck in some air then he tightened it again. Then I saw Boromir come up behind her and put his hands around her neck.
A chain reaction?
My lungs burned for air. I needed air. My head was swirling.
I then saw Lisa jump on Boromir and started to strangle him.
Everything started to get dark but the last thing I saw was Elrond walk by and stop.
Then my brain stopped working.
I woke up to Lisa eating breakfast. Eating? Was she always eating? Then I remembered that I didn't eat since I left home.
"Lisa?" I asked sitting up in the bed.
"Laura! You're up! You know."
"Shut up. Is that sausage?"
"Yeah but."
"Give me it."
She got up slowly and handed it to me. "But it's my sausage."
"It's probably your second anyway."
Just then Courtney came in the room. "Lisa, is that your third plate of sausage?"
Lisa's eyes got wide and looked from me to Courtney and back to me. "No. I've only had two since Laura took that one."
I laughed. It felt good to laugh.
"Well, good news everyone!" Courtney said happily. "We're moving out in two days."
Lisa and I stared back.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you want us to die?" I asked.
"No but I just."
"You JUST!" Lisa yelled. "You thought that we just wanted to die!"
I ignored the rest of their argument and picked up a paper and pencil on the nightstand and drew my sword that I wanted. It had my name on it and it had little doodles. Do not ask me what's with the little doodles.
I named it, well, there's a lot of names I called it, including It's-All- Lisa's-Fault.
"Laura, what are you drawing? We have to be preparing now that Courtney decided to speed it up a whole chapter." Lisa said.
"I have to.umm.go to the bathroom." And with that I quickly left the room with no intention of going to the bathroom.
I walked quickly down the hallway when I found an elf.
'Yo! You, elf dude!" I yelled to him. He turned around to face me. "Yeah, you. Could you make me three swords?"
"Yes, but it could take me."
"Can you do it in a day and a half? I'll come back and do whatever you wish me to do. Including your errands and work, you have my word."
"Consider it done. What do you wish the swords to look like?"
And with that I told him the plans for three swords. One for me, one for Lisa, and one for Courtney. And while I was at it, I got three daggers made.
Sure enough, just hours before we left, the elf (whose name was Finnula) gave me three eight-inch daggers in carry cases and three swords (in sheaths) just like mine except he had put our names on our swords. Great, now I had to come back. The guy put extra craftsmanship into the swords. I walked into our room.
"I can't believe this, it's three hours until we leave and we don't have swords!" Lisa complained.
"Not quite." I said and handed them their stuff.
"You got this stuff made? Man, who trusted you enough to get this stuff made?" Courtney said with a laugh putting her sheath around her waist.
"I can't believe it! We have daggers in our boots!" Lisa exclaimed. "Bringing Hollywood to Mirkwood."
"Lisa we're in Rivendell, soon to be in Mordor." Courtney laughed.
"Or dead." Lisa muttered. She put the dagger in her boot.
We all were wearing a spin-off of jeans that were brown with a shirt type thing that was too big. It looked like it had been soaked in tea bags. Luckily, we didn't match. It was different types of brown. A cool brown, but it was defiantly not what I wanted to be wearing. The boots were the only cool thing. We put our normal clothes in our bags.
"I feel like Robin Hood." I muttered sitting down on the bed.
"Oh! Can I be Little John?" Lisa asked.
"What can I be?" Courtney asked. She didn't care all that much. She just didn't want to think about what was going to happen.
"You can be the sword! Swish, swish. Clang, clang." Lisa said happily.
I laughed.
Three hours later I was carrying forty pounds on my back through the mountains toward Mordor.
I heard Courtney whisper, "This is going to be a long trip."
Sadly, I knew it was going to be ten times longer than that.