A/N: This totally bizarre fic is based on a dream. Y'know, the one I talked about in the LOTR forum?
Well, I decided to write it as a fic because, well, I dunno. Why I had this dream, God only knows. I didn't even recently eat any pancakes when I had this dream. I mean, I had one today, but that was afterwards. Anyways, I know people'll probably flame this, but I don't really care because I thought it was funny and figured that maybe a few people would too. And everyone here (well, almost everyone) is really OOC, but that's how they were in the dream, so deal with it lol. And its written really, well, dumb, because its really, well, dumb. Surprise surprise. Plus the fact that I'm not the greatest writer in the world. BIG surprise there, eh? *cough* Yeah, er… so read, review, and please try not to cinder me. Thank you :)
Chapter 1- Hacky-Sacks, Home Gardening with Martha Stuart, and Wishing Upon a Star. Dang that stupid cricket…
Blynk hopped off her van and trudged angrily towards her front door. Ok, so her name was really Brittany, but she liked being called Blynk, so that's what we'll call her. Anyways, Blynk was your normal 13-year-old teenage girl. Well, ok, so maybe not average. She was obsessed with the Lord of the Rings. She slept, breathed, and ate LOTR. Get her to talk about it and she wouldn't shut up. (Boy I sure am friendly about myself ^^') But hey, its better than being obsessed with something weirder like bottlecaps like Bert does on Sesame Street right? Right. But at least she had a personality and a sense of humor. It wasn't like she was stupid or a ditz or anything. Where was I? Oh yes-
It had been a really bad day that Friday. How? Well I think pricking yourself with a needle in home ec, failing a surprise science quiz, and getting hit in the head with a hack sack during a game of silent ball counts for a really bad day. And right now she was pretty ticked. Now all she needed was for one little thing to tick her off. Or perhaps a few…
"Brittany! You need to empty the dishwasher!" her mom called as she walked into the house. Blynk scowled as she threw her backpack into its usual corner of the kitchen.
"Any 'Hello Brittany, how was your day?' ? No. 'Empty the dishwasher'."
"And after that you need to pick and fold the clothes." Her mom said. Blynk sighed.
"Peachy. Just… peachy."
"What's that?" her mom asked her, coming into the room.
"Nothing," said Blynk. "Hey, did my book come yet?"
"Its on the counter." Her mom replied. Blynk rushed over to the counter and started ripping open the brown package. The previous week, she had ordered "The Complete Guide to Middle Earth" from Amazon.com. It had taken 4 days for the stupid package to get there, and lo and behold, when she opened it up, would you believe it?- They sent her the wrong dang book. After shouting a string of not-nice yet wisely chosen words in her head, she sent an e-mail complaining to Amazon.com. They sent a reply with the usual "we're sorry blah blah blah" and said they'd ship her the right book, free of charge (Thank God). And finally, it was here. Or so she thought…
"Home Gardening with Martha Stuart?!" said Blynk in disbelief, staring at the book which had a big picture of a smiling Martha Stuart holding a fern on the cover.
"What's wrong?" her mom asked her.
"No, no no no no NO! This can't- this cannot be happening-" Blynk said, tearing throught the package, searching desperately for the book.
"Please excuse me," she said, and walked out of the kitchen and out the front door.
5 minutes later…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She walked back into the house and collapsed into the chair at the computer.
"That felt good."
"Did you empty the dishwasher yet?" her mom cslled.
"No…"
"Then get a move on!"
Blynk's head fell flat on the computer desk with a dull "thunk", and she gave a heavy groan.
"Oh-ho-ho whyyyyyyyyy?…"
* * *
Later that night, after dinner, Blynk sat in her room, re-reading the Fellowship of the Ring and signing to Lady Marmalade, as it was playing in her CD player.
"BRITTANY! TURN THAT DOWN!"
"But its not even up-!"
"Turn it DOWN!"
She glared and walked over to the stereo, turned the volume all the way up for a second, then turned it back down. Then sighing, she sat back down on her bed and continued to read.
"I hate today. Today I hate. Today I hate, today I hate, I do not like it, today I hate. GAH, stupid Dr. Suess!" She paused, as she heard small laughter outside her door.
"What the-?" she said getting up and opening her door.
"What are you-?" she said to her younger brother. He grinned evily and ran off laughing, holding a black marker in his hand. She stared and looked at her door and almost died. Her picture of Pippin she had hanging on her door was now wearing glasses and had a cigar in his mouth, and her beloved picture of Aragorn, who had once been so perfect, was now wearing a mustache and devil horns. She gave a strangled cry and yelled
"YOU STUPID LITTLE JERK!" to which her brother replied with a loud "HAHA!" in the style of Nelson Muntz. She gave a huge aggravated groan, took down the picture, and slammed the door. She turned off the stereo and sat down on her bed, and looked at the picture. She could already feel some tears starting to come on.
"Its not fair," she said to herself, blinking the tears away. "I, I just hate everything about this world. Everyone's so cruel and prejudice, and I feel all out of place, and- I wish, I just wish…" she looked out her window at the dark sky, and a single bright star caught her eye.
"I just wish that I could live in Middle Earth!" And, with that, she climbed under the covers of her bed, shut out the light, and slowly fell asleep, still holding the picture of Pippin and Aragorn. She had no idea what she was in for the next morning…
A/A/N (Another's Author's note!): Yeah… poor Blynk. I mean me. Whoo boy, referring to yourself in 3rd person isn't a good habit ^^' Anyways- this chapter was just to give you a reason of why everything turns out… weird. The next chapter is where the fun starts to begin ::grins evily::
Well, I decided to write it as a fic because, well, I dunno. Why I had this dream, God only knows. I didn't even recently eat any pancakes when I had this dream. I mean, I had one today, but that was afterwards. Anyways, I know people'll probably flame this, but I don't really care because I thought it was funny and figured that maybe a few people would too. And everyone here (well, almost everyone) is really OOC, but that's how they were in the dream, so deal with it lol. And its written really, well, dumb, because its really, well, dumb. Surprise surprise. Plus the fact that I'm not the greatest writer in the world. BIG surprise there, eh? *cough* Yeah, er… so read, review, and please try not to cinder me. Thank you :)
Chapter 1- Hacky-Sacks, Home Gardening with Martha Stuart, and Wishing Upon a Star. Dang that stupid cricket…
Blynk hopped off her van and trudged angrily towards her front door. Ok, so her name was really Brittany, but she liked being called Blynk, so that's what we'll call her. Anyways, Blynk was your normal 13-year-old teenage girl. Well, ok, so maybe not average. She was obsessed with the Lord of the Rings. She slept, breathed, and ate LOTR. Get her to talk about it and she wouldn't shut up. (Boy I sure am friendly about myself ^^') But hey, its better than being obsessed with something weirder like bottlecaps like Bert does on Sesame Street right? Right. But at least she had a personality and a sense of humor. It wasn't like she was stupid or a ditz or anything. Where was I? Oh yes-
It had been a really bad day that Friday. How? Well I think pricking yourself with a needle in home ec, failing a surprise science quiz, and getting hit in the head with a hack sack during a game of silent ball counts for a really bad day. And right now she was pretty ticked. Now all she needed was for one little thing to tick her off. Or perhaps a few…
"Brittany! You need to empty the dishwasher!" her mom called as she walked into the house. Blynk scowled as she threw her backpack into its usual corner of the kitchen.
"Any 'Hello Brittany, how was your day?' ? No. 'Empty the dishwasher'."
"And after that you need to pick and fold the clothes." Her mom said. Blynk sighed.
"Peachy. Just… peachy."
"What's that?" her mom asked her, coming into the room.
"Nothing," said Blynk. "Hey, did my book come yet?"
"Its on the counter." Her mom replied. Blynk rushed over to the counter and started ripping open the brown package. The previous week, she had ordered "The Complete Guide to Middle Earth" from Amazon.com. It had taken 4 days for the stupid package to get there, and lo and behold, when she opened it up, would you believe it?- They sent her the wrong dang book. After shouting a string of not-nice yet wisely chosen words in her head, she sent an e-mail complaining to Amazon.com. They sent a reply with the usual "we're sorry blah blah blah" and said they'd ship her the right book, free of charge (Thank God). And finally, it was here. Or so she thought…
"Home Gardening with Martha Stuart?!" said Blynk in disbelief, staring at the book which had a big picture of a smiling Martha Stuart holding a fern on the cover.
"What's wrong?" her mom asked her.
"No, no no no no NO! This can't- this cannot be happening-" Blynk said, tearing throught the package, searching desperately for the book.
"Please excuse me," she said, and walked out of the kitchen and out the front door.
5 minutes later…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She walked back into the house and collapsed into the chair at the computer.
"That felt good."
"Did you empty the dishwasher yet?" her mom cslled.
"No…"
"Then get a move on!"
Blynk's head fell flat on the computer desk with a dull "thunk", and she gave a heavy groan.
"Oh-ho-ho whyyyyyyyyy?…"
* * *
Later that night, after dinner, Blynk sat in her room, re-reading the Fellowship of the Ring and signing to Lady Marmalade, as it was playing in her CD player.
"BRITTANY! TURN THAT DOWN!"
"But its not even up-!"
"Turn it DOWN!"
She glared and walked over to the stereo, turned the volume all the way up for a second, then turned it back down. Then sighing, she sat back down on her bed and continued to read.
"I hate today. Today I hate. Today I hate, today I hate, I do not like it, today I hate. GAH, stupid Dr. Suess!" She paused, as she heard small laughter outside her door.
"What the-?" she said getting up and opening her door.
"What are you-?" she said to her younger brother. He grinned evily and ran off laughing, holding a black marker in his hand. She stared and looked at her door and almost died. Her picture of Pippin she had hanging on her door was now wearing glasses and had a cigar in his mouth, and her beloved picture of Aragorn, who had once been so perfect, was now wearing a mustache and devil horns. She gave a strangled cry and yelled
"YOU STUPID LITTLE JERK!" to which her brother replied with a loud "HAHA!" in the style of Nelson Muntz. She gave a huge aggravated groan, took down the picture, and slammed the door. She turned off the stereo and sat down on her bed, and looked at the picture. She could already feel some tears starting to come on.
"Its not fair," she said to herself, blinking the tears away. "I, I just hate everything about this world. Everyone's so cruel and prejudice, and I feel all out of place, and- I wish, I just wish…" she looked out her window at the dark sky, and a single bright star caught her eye.
"I just wish that I could live in Middle Earth!" And, with that, she climbed under the covers of her bed, shut out the light, and slowly fell asleep, still holding the picture of Pippin and Aragorn. She had no idea what she was in for the next morning…
A/A/N (Another's Author's note!): Yeah… poor Blynk. I mean me. Whoo boy, referring to yourself in 3rd person isn't a good habit ^^' Anyways- this chapter was just to give you a reason of why everything turns out… weird. The next chapter is where the fun starts to begin ::grins evily::