The Fellowship's Olympic Winter Games
The setting: We are in the middle of Salt Lake City. The opening Ceremony of the Olympic Games 2002 has just started. Then, suddenly, nine persons appear in a little street, not so far from where the Ceremony is going on. They find themselves behind a lot of persons with strange clothes and sport in the head.
"What the hell are we doing here?" asks Legolas, the elf.
"Oh, fuck, my spell must have gone wrong!" shouts Gandalf, our strong and stout Wizard. "You shall not pass!" he adds.
"'You shall not pass?'" wonders Pippin, the idiotic little hobbit. "Gandalf, there are no Balrogs around."
"I was just in that mood..." Gandalf answers.
"I think he took an ale too much," whispers Merry, another of the silly hobbits, to Pippin.
"I heard that one!" says Gandalf.
"Oh, please, don't do anything mean to me!" says Merry ironic.
"But what are we doing here?" asks Legolas again. The damn Olympic Games theme yells over the whole place and the Fellowship listen to it in silence.
"What a complete idiotic song," says Boromir, the warrior of Gondor. "It is not like the trumpets in Minas Tirith."
"Then, so what? As you might see, we are not in Minas Tirith now," says Pippin. They all walk nearer to where everything happens, just to hear that the Olympic Games of year 2002 finally are started.
"What is the Olympic Games?" ask Legolas.
"Legolas, you wonder too much. Ever thought of a carrier as a philosopher?" answers Gimli, the story's little dwarf.
"Crap," mutters Gandalf. "My spell has sent us to year 2002, in another world. They call their world "The world", there are only Men here, and now we have come to one of this world's biggest happenings, the Olympic Games."
"But what is the Olympic Games?" ask Legolas.
"Philosopher," whispers Gimli.
"Gimli, have you forgot that we became friends in Rohan?" asks Legolas.
"Well, the Olympic Games is something that happens every second year. In year 2000 there was a summer Olympic Game, and now there is a winter Olympic Game," says Gandalf, and answers at last at least one of Legolas' questions.
"You are so wise, Gandalf!" says Samwise, our little garden-loving hobbit. He stands close to Frodo, who has not said a word yet, like Aragorn. Suddenly Aragorn opens his mouth: "We will get home, Gandalf? We must. Arwen is in Middle-Earth."
"So is Rosie too, Sam," says Pippin.
"Shit! I must be home before evening, or she and my Gaffer will be afraid!" yells Sam. Some of the people around turn around and look at him. What idiot is that? Say the looks.
"Well, I think that we will be back in Middle-Earth at the same time as we left, so relax, my dear Sam," says Gandalf and try to calm Sam down. "And now, we are going to check in on that Inn," continues he and points at "Grand Hotel".
"Hello," say Gandalf to the man in the reception at Grand Hotel. "I want room for myself and my fellows here."
"We will see what we have, but at this time..." says the reception-guy. After a while he has found out that he has one single and four double-rooms to offer.
"We take them!" says Gandalf.
"Room 405, 406, 407, 408 and 409," says the reception-guy. "How long will you stay?"
"Until we disappear," says the old Wizard puzzling, as he always, to the great annoyment of everyone around.
After a freaking big argument in the elevator about whom sleeps where, the Fellowship has decided to give the single room to Gandalf (in case he does some creepy magic while he sleeps). For the double rooms there will be in the pairs Frodo-Sam, Pippin-Merry, Legolas-Gimli and Boromir-Aragorn. Everyone hopes that there are not double beds... (But, there is! Sad... And imagine what will happen there... J)
~ That was first chapter. Maybe not that fun, but it is just because it is tomorrow someone is actually in the Olympics! (Okay, it is Legolas who will do something funny...) ~
The setting: We are in the middle of Salt Lake City. The opening Ceremony of the Olympic Games 2002 has just started. Then, suddenly, nine persons appear in a little street, not so far from where the Ceremony is going on. They find themselves behind a lot of persons with strange clothes and sport in the head.
"What the hell are we doing here?" asks Legolas, the elf.
"Oh, fuck, my spell must have gone wrong!" shouts Gandalf, our strong and stout Wizard. "You shall not pass!" he adds.
"'You shall not pass?'" wonders Pippin, the idiotic little hobbit. "Gandalf, there are no Balrogs around."
"I was just in that mood..." Gandalf answers.
"I think he took an ale too much," whispers Merry, another of the silly hobbits, to Pippin.
"I heard that one!" says Gandalf.
"Oh, please, don't do anything mean to me!" says Merry ironic.
"But what are we doing here?" asks Legolas again. The damn Olympic Games theme yells over the whole place and the Fellowship listen to it in silence.
"What a complete idiotic song," says Boromir, the warrior of Gondor. "It is not like the trumpets in Minas Tirith."
"Then, so what? As you might see, we are not in Minas Tirith now," says Pippin. They all walk nearer to where everything happens, just to hear that the Olympic Games of year 2002 finally are started.
"What is the Olympic Games?" ask Legolas.
"Legolas, you wonder too much. Ever thought of a carrier as a philosopher?" answers Gimli, the story's little dwarf.
"Crap," mutters Gandalf. "My spell has sent us to year 2002, in another world. They call their world "The world", there are only Men here, and now we have come to one of this world's biggest happenings, the Olympic Games."
"But what is the Olympic Games?" ask Legolas.
"Philosopher," whispers Gimli.
"Gimli, have you forgot that we became friends in Rohan?" asks Legolas.
"Well, the Olympic Games is something that happens every second year. In year 2000 there was a summer Olympic Game, and now there is a winter Olympic Game," says Gandalf, and answers at last at least one of Legolas' questions.
"You are so wise, Gandalf!" says Samwise, our little garden-loving hobbit. He stands close to Frodo, who has not said a word yet, like Aragorn. Suddenly Aragorn opens his mouth: "We will get home, Gandalf? We must. Arwen is in Middle-Earth."
"So is Rosie too, Sam," says Pippin.
"Shit! I must be home before evening, or she and my Gaffer will be afraid!" yells Sam. Some of the people around turn around and look at him. What idiot is that? Say the looks.
"Well, I think that we will be back in Middle-Earth at the same time as we left, so relax, my dear Sam," says Gandalf and try to calm Sam down. "And now, we are going to check in on that Inn," continues he and points at "Grand Hotel".
"Hello," say Gandalf to the man in the reception at Grand Hotel. "I want room for myself and my fellows here."
"We will see what we have, but at this time..." says the reception-guy. After a while he has found out that he has one single and four double-rooms to offer.
"We take them!" says Gandalf.
"Room 405, 406, 407, 408 and 409," says the reception-guy. "How long will you stay?"
"Until we disappear," says the old Wizard puzzling, as he always, to the great annoyment of everyone around.
After a freaking big argument in the elevator about whom sleeps where, the Fellowship has decided to give the single room to Gandalf (in case he does some creepy magic while he sleeps). For the double rooms there will be in the pairs Frodo-Sam, Pippin-Merry, Legolas-Gimli and Boromir-Aragorn. Everyone hopes that there are not double beds... (But, there is! Sad... And imagine what will happen there... J)
~ That was first chapter. Maybe not that fun, but it is just because it is tomorrow someone is actually in the Olympics! (Okay, it is Legolas who will do something funny...) ~