Disclaimer: I don't own any of the almighty Tolkien characters (though if I owned Legolas, he'd be tied to my bed.) I do own the idea, myself, and my messed up portal computer (well, it's really a laptop, but honestly, who cares?)
Authors Note: Ummm, damn. Well, this is my third Alternate Dimension fic, (I'm numbering them in the order that I thought them up, not the order of being posted) hope you enjoy it!
I sighed. I was having a miserable day. I was in a fight with my best friend Thalia, and it's incredibly annoying, as she's the only one in my class who is sensible about Tolkien or LotR.
"Screw her," I thought as I sat at my computer. I was writing a list of all the rivers in Middle Earth, and I needed to finish for a new fic. I typed 'Anduin (the great river)'. (A/N: for all you people who don't know, that's the river that the fellowship drifted on after Lothlorien) I glanced up. Shit! The portal had opened! (A/N: For all you people who don't know, I have a time/space portal in my computer. It opens up at the worst possible times. I tend to drag friends along with me, but, luckily, this time I didn't, they tend to try to murder me- like it's my fault. But naturally, after I come back and talk about what a great time I had, they want to murder me for not bringing them. Go figure.)
I popped up in knee deep water. As usual, I fell (from my complete lack of balance) as soon as I popped in. Not as usual, I fell in water and came up sopping wet, cursing in about five languages, including Elvish. Then I glanced down-river, and nearly fell again. There were three small boats pulled onto the ground. They were small and looked lightweight. Yes! I had caught the fellowship as they split up, died and got captured. Cool!
I crept close to camp. There they were! Aragorn, the hot Dunadan, and Thalia's lust object; Merry and Pippin, the cute, adorable young hobbits; Gimli, the dwarf of the group; Legolas, the elf and my personal lust object; and Sam, the hobbit who follows Frodo to the end. Which left out Frodo and Boromir. Ooooo, Boromir was probably trying to get the ring from Frodo, which meant that-. Suddenly a small scream broke the air. Frodo! The entire fellowship stood up and raced toward the scream. Wait! This wasn't supposed to happen. Damn, not another alternate dimension. Sigh. This was not going to be fun.
I ran after the fellowship just in time to see Boromir disappear. "Looks like he got the ring," I muttered, seeing Frodo lying unconscious on the floor. I had a sneaking feeling that I wasn't going to like this dimension very much…