The Road Goes Ever On
- A NeverEnding Story by White Rose Knight
**** just a quick note... i don't have any plot for this story as of yet but my guess is that there will be MANY. this story will crossover anything i can think of. don't worry though, i'll try not to have much bad writing.
Chapter One
Frodo Baggins sat alone in his little hobbit house. On the table in front of him were many goodies of all sorts; all leftovers from the gigantic party the night before. The little hobbit's head throbbed like mad... A reminder of just how much ale he had to drink. And also a reminder to never try and out drink a dwarf.
It had been almost a month now since his adventure with the War of the Ring and he was feeling a bit down. After all the excitment of being the sole hope of the entire world being over things were just not the same. As much as he didn't relish the thought of almost dying on many ocassions, the little hobbit did want adventure. Life was just to boring without it.
Almost as if on cue somebody burst through his door. Actually, quiet a few somebodies. Frodo clenched his now even more throbbing head against all the comotion. Looking up he saw that standing there were some of his closest friends (whom he had seen the night before, but didn't expect to see again so soon). There was the wizard Gandalf, Legolas the Elf, Gimli the Dwarf, his most trusted friend Sam, King Aragorn (whom he affectionatly knew as Strider), and to his surprise, the Lady Galadriel.
"We've got one hell of a problem." Must have been bad. Frodo had never heard Gandalf even close to swear in the whole time he'd known the wizard.
"Close the door! The light is hurting my eyes!" Frodo yelled, shielding his face from the light.
"Oh, sorry." Gandalf slammed the door, yet another loud noise that didn't help Frodo one bit.
"Now, what is this problem?" the little hobbit asked.
Gandalf looked frazzled... even moreso than usual.
"There is a rip in space/time. Different realities are converging and if we don't stop it the world as we know it will be destroyed!"
Frodo looked puzzled at Gandalf. Now he know his friend must have been smoking a bit too much pipeweed last night.
"You're off your rocker my friend!" Frodo laughed. "Sit down and have a cup of coffee with me. It'll cure those hallucenations."
Gandalf struck his staff to the ground and a huge crack appeared.
"God damn it you furry footed little man! I am not high! Come with us and see for yourself!"
Frodo looked at his now cracked floor then looked at the wizard. "You're gonna pay for that you know."
Outside they all saw the unbelievable. There, in the sky, was a swirling mass of energy so bright that it almost rivaled the sun.
"What the..." Frodo gasped.
Sam came within whispering distance of his old friend.
"Don't let him know I told ya, sir, but this is all Mister Gandalf's doing. He said he was working on a teleportation spell and it went horribly wrong."
"That's right Master Samwise!" Gandalf had overheard. "I created a portal through time and space. Now we must go through time and space to heal the damage."
Aragorn spoke up; "And how do you suppose we do that?"
"We do not know yet." Galadriel replied.
"Well that's just great!" the dwarf Gimli sighed. "Once again we go out to risk our life and limb without even knowing how. Ah well... I'm in!"
"As am I." Legolas chimed in.
"You're all trippin if you think we're not coming too!"
Everybody turned to see Merry and Pippin running up the hill toward them.
"So where do we start?" Frodo asked.
Gandalf's answer was strange. He pulled a little pixie out of his pocket and sprinkled everybody present with pixie dust. They all began to float into the air.
"We fly into the anomaly." Gandalf said.
"I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!" Pippin whooped with enthusiasm.
**** Thus begins the marvelous journeys of the Fellowship of the Ring. How Tinkerbell got into Middle-Earth don't ask me. I'm just the author.
- A NeverEnding Story by White Rose Knight
**** just a quick note... i don't have any plot for this story as of yet but my guess is that there will be MANY. this story will crossover anything i can think of. don't worry though, i'll try not to have much bad writing.
Chapter One
Frodo Baggins sat alone in his little hobbit house. On the table in front of him were many goodies of all sorts; all leftovers from the gigantic party the night before. The little hobbit's head throbbed like mad... A reminder of just how much ale he had to drink. And also a reminder to never try and out drink a dwarf.
It had been almost a month now since his adventure with the War of the Ring and he was feeling a bit down. After all the excitment of being the sole hope of the entire world being over things were just not the same. As much as he didn't relish the thought of almost dying on many ocassions, the little hobbit did want adventure. Life was just to boring without it.
Almost as if on cue somebody burst through his door. Actually, quiet a few somebodies. Frodo clenched his now even more throbbing head against all the comotion. Looking up he saw that standing there were some of his closest friends (whom he had seen the night before, but didn't expect to see again so soon). There was the wizard Gandalf, Legolas the Elf, Gimli the Dwarf, his most trusted friend Sam, King Aragorn (whom he affectionatly knew as Strider), and to his surprise, the Lady Galadriel.
"We've got one hell of a problem." Must have been bad. Frodo had never heard Gandalf even close to swear in the whole time he'd known the wizard.
"Close the door! The light is hurting my eyes!" Frodo yelled, shielding his face from the light.
"Oh, sorry." Gandalf slammed the door, yet another loud noise that didn't help Frodo one bit.
"Now, what is this problem?" the little hobbit asked.
Gandalf looked frazzled... even moreso than usual.
"There is a rip in space/time. Different realities are converging and if we don't stop it the world as we know it will be destroyed!"
Frodo looked puzzled at Gandalf. Now he know his friend must have been smoking a bit too much pipeweed last night.
"You're off your rocker my friend!" Frodo laughed. "Sit down and have a cup of coffee with me. It'll cure those hallucenations."
Gandalf struck his staff to the ground and a huge crack appeared.
"God damn it you furry footed little man! I am not high! Come with us and see for yourself!"
Frodo looked at his now cracked floor then looked at the wizard. "You're gonna pay for that you know."
Outside they all saw the unbelievable. There, in the sky, was a swirling mass of energy so bright that it almost rivaled the sun.
"What the..." Frodo gasped.
Sam came within whispering distance of his old friend.
"Don't let him know I told ya, sir, but this is all Mister Gandalf's doing. He said he was working on a teleportation spell and it went horribly wrong."
"That's right Master Samwise!" Gandalf had overheard. "I created a portal through time and space. Now we must go through time and space to heal the damage."
Aragorn spoke up; "And how do you suppose we do that?"
"We do not know yet." Galadriel replied.
"Well that's just great!" the dwarf Gimli sighed. "Once again we go out to risk our life and limb without even knowing how. Ah well... I'm in!"
"As am I." Legolas chimed in.
"You're all trippin if you think we're not coming too!"
Everybody turned to see Merry and Pippin running up the hill toward them.
"So where do we start?" Frodo asked.
Gandalf's answer was strange. He pulled a little pixie out of his pocket and sprinkled everybody present with pixie dust. They all began to float into the air.
"We fly into the anomaly." Gandalf said.
"I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!" Pippin whooped with enthusiasm.
**** Thus begins the marvelous journeys of the Fellowship of the Ring. How Tinkerbell got into Middle-Earth don't ask me. I'm just the author.
