It's here! The long awaited 2nd chapter! Sorry it took me so long to get it
up! It won't usually take me this long! (I hope) I hope you guys like it!
It's rather… strange. But, it's funny. I think. I guess. Oh, you guys be
the judges!
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"I don't know Rita, I just don't know…." Jessica mumbled, staring wide- eyed at the people in front of them. After all, how many times have you found a portal in the back of a closet in detention that led to Middle Earth and met the Fellowship? … My point exactly.
"What are they?" Pippin whispered to Merry.
"Legolas!" Rita squealed, running to the blonde elf and squeezing him so tight he couldn't breath. Jessica, on the other hand, couldn't decided what to do first. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go hug Aragorn and Boromir at the same time or steal Gandalf's staff first.
"Mine!" Jessica finally decided, grabbing both Aragorn and Boromir in the biggest hug she could manage.
"Gandalf… help… me… please…" Legolas managed to say between gasps for breath, which seemed to elude him ever since the girl at his side at attached herself to him.
"I can't believe it! I'm never going to let you go!" Rita shouted, hugging tighter, if that was possible.
"I love detention!" Jessica exclaimed, letting go of the two men and grabbing Gandalf's staff, waving it around. "I wonder what I can do with this?"
"Put that down right now!" Gandalf yelled, grabbing it from the blonde's hands. (Doesn't that just explain everything?)
"What is going on here?" Gimli yelled, startling Jessica and making Rita smile widely.
"Gimli!" She cried, finally letting go of Legolas (who was thankful for the chance to breath) and grabbing Gimli in a hug which lifted him off the ground.
"No body hugs a dwarf!" Gimli yelled, struggling to get away.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Frodo decided to ask, timidly.
"I'm Rita! This is Jessica! We were in detention because our teacher is just really really mean, and we wanted some paper, so we took some out of the closet, and found a swirly thing, and went in, and came here!" Rita explained very fast, so that all the Fellowship heard was: "Rita. Jessica. Detention mean paper swirly here."
"Oh." Pippin said. He was the only one who had understood all that.
"Mr. Frodo, what do we do now?" Sam asked.
"Oh, look Rita, it's Sam!!" Jessica smiled widely.
"And Frodo, and Merry, and Pippin!" Rita grinned. "It comes in pints? I'm getting one!"
"Hey! I said that!" Pippin exclaimed.
"I know." Rita smiled triumphantly.
Jessica jumped up and down clapping her hands. "This is sooo cool!"
"Gandalf, what are we going to do?" Aragorn asked.
"It seems we have no choice. We do not have time to take them to a safe place, and we cannot leave them here alone. We will have to take them with us."
"Gandalf, I must advise against that." Legolas said, more pleading than advising. He could not handle another "hug" from Rita.
"We get to go with the Fellowship, we get to go with the Fellowship!" Rita and Jessica chanted, spinning in circles.
It came to this. Rita and Jessica would travel with the Fellowship until they could be taken to a safe place. (Jessica and Rita were very happy about this.) They settled down to sleep for the night, but that got interrupted by… Orcs!
"Orcs! Run!" Boromir shouted. "Lady Rita, Lady Jessica, follow me!"
Rita and Jessica did. They ran after the tall man, panting from lack of breath (PE is not high on either of our lists…). Both girls fell. Rita rolled away and bumped into Legolas, who helped her to stand and shot arrows off around her at the same time. Rescued by the one she loves, what could be better?
Jessica, on the other hand, was not so lucky. No sooner had she stood than a big smelly Orc came to attack her. It swiped out at her and she managed to jump aside, but the side of her shirt was ripped in the process.
"Hey! That was my new shirt!" Jessica shouted. She stomped down as hard as she could on the Orc's foot, with her boots on that had heals. Well, the Orc wasn't to happy. Then she punched it in the nose and kicked it's over-sized stomach. By that time, Aragorn had come to her rescue. She stood behind time yelling insults at the Orcs and admiring his fighting skill. What a day.
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"I don't know Rita, I just don't know…." Jessica mumbled, staring wide- eyed at the people in front of them. After all, how many times have you found a portal in the back of a closet in detention that led to Middle Earth and met the Fellowship? … My point exactly.
"What are they?" Pippin whispered to Merry.
"Legolas!" Rita squealed, running to the blonde elf and squeezing him so tight he couldn't breath. Jessica, on the other hand, couldn't decided what to do first. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go hug Aragorn and Boromir at the same time or steal Gandalf's staff first.
"Mine!" Jessica finally decided, grabbing both Aragorn and Boromir in the biggest hug she could manage.
"Gandalf… help… me… please…" Legolas managed to say between gasps for breath, which seemed to elude him ever since the girl at his side at attached herself to him.
"I can't believe it! I'm never going to let you go!" Rita shouted, hugging tighter, if that was possible.
"I love detention!" Jessica exclaimed, letting go of the two men and grabbing Gandalf's staff, waving it around. "I wonder what I can do with this?"
"Put that down right now!" Gandalf yelled, grabbing it from the blonde's hands. (Doesn't that just explain everything?)
"What is going on here?" Gimli yelled, startling Jessica and making Rita smile widely.
"Gimli!" She cried, finally letting go of Legolas (who was thankful for the chance to breath) and grabbing Gimli in a hug which lifted him off the ground.
"No body hugs a dwarf!" Gimli yelled, struggling to get away.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Frodo decided to ask, timidly.
"I'm Rita! This is Jessica! We were in detention because our teacher is just really really mean, and we wanted some paper, so we took some out of the closet, and found a swirly thing, and went in, and came here!" Rita explained very fast, so that all the Fellowship heard was: "Rita. Jessica. Detention mean paper swirly here."
"Oh." Pippin said. He was the only one who had understood all that.
"Mr. Frodo, what do we do now?" Sam asked.
"Oh, look Rita, it's Sam!!" Jessica smiled widely.
"And Frodo, and Merry, and Pippin!" Rita grinned. "It comes in pints? I'm getting one!"
"Hey! I said that!" Pippin exclaimed.
"I know." Rita smiled triumphantly.
Jessica jumped up and down clapping her hands. "This is sooo cool!"
"Gandalf, what are we going to do?" Aragorn asked.
"It seems we have no choice. We do not have time to take them to a safe place, and we cannot leave them here alone. We will have to take them with us."
"Gandalf, I must advise against that." Legolas said, more pleading than advising. He could not handle another "hug" from Rita.
"We get to go with the Fellowship, we get to go with the Fellowship!" Rita and Jessica chanted, spinning in circles.
It came to this. Rita and Jessica would travel with the Fellowship until they could be taken to a safe place. (Jessica and Rita were very happy about this.) They settled down to sleep for the night, but that got interrupted by… Orcs!
"Orcs! Run!" Boromir shouted. "Lady Rita, Lady Jessica, follow me!"
Rita and Jessica did. They ran after the tall man, panting from lack of breath (PE is not high on either of our lists…). Both girls fell. Rita rolled away and bumped into Legolas, who helped her to stand and shot arrows off around her at the same time. Rescued by the one she loves, what could be better?
Jessica, on the other hand, was not so lucky. No sooner had she stood than a big smelly Orc came to attack her. It swiped out at her and she managed to jump aside, but the side of her shirt was ripped in the process.
"Hey! That was my new shirt!" Jessica shouted. She stomped down as hard as she could on the Orc's foot, with her boots on that had heals. Well, the Orc wasn't to happy. Then she punched it in the nose and kicked it's over-sized stomach. By that time, Aragorn had come to her rescue. She stood behind time yelling insults at the Orcs and admiring his fighting skill. What a day.