Disclaimer: Well there's no one in here yet that I don't own...Oh I don't own Nat. She's a real person and the hobbit holes and the little hobbits.
A/N: Er.... Hi! This is Emma's (me!) chapter and Nat's chapter will be up next. Aren't you luck people. I'm sorry if it's a bit short (and crap). I couldn't think of anything else to write and having a mild case of writer block which isn't helping that much AND Mission Impossible on T.V
Chapter 1
To the park! Tallyho!!!
Emma's POV (point of view)
It was a rainy day in the peaceful city of London ( OK. London isn't peaceful but we can pretend ) and me and my friend, Nat, where inside watching the grey clouds pour out their contents on the unfortunate people below.
I glared and cursed under my breath at the weather good ol' England was used to.
"Urgh! I'm bored, Emma!" Nat frowned as she said this and you know not to piss off Nat or you'll have a badly broke nose on your hands.
"Yeah and me...and having writers bloke isn't making it any better!"
I swag around on my wheeling chair thingy and pushed my nose, literally, up against the dreaded blank computer screen, hoping it would type a story itself and save me the effort.
"You know you can damage your eyes doing that." Nat spoke a-matter-a-factly as she poke me in the back JUST to annoy me. And it was working.
"I don't care. I don't need my eyes to write brilliant stories."
"You can stay here and stare at your beloved screen because I'm going out to the park."
"Have you noticed..." My voice trailed off as my eyes looked out the window to see the grey clouds moving and letting the sun appear though. "AH! It's not raining anymore! Lets go down to the park."
"Well that's what I said in the first... Whoa!" My friend shouted as I shoved her though the door and onto the glinsening pathway.
I appeared out of the doorway carrying my bag with my 'essentials' inside, such as marmite sandwiches and a drink of coke. "Ready?"
"READY. I'll race ya! " Nat shout as she was already half way there leaving me to drag the big pink bag all the way to Hyde park and back
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When I finally got there Nat was already climbing the dahm trees and jumping off. One of these days I'm sure she'll break her leg doing that and blame it on me or something equally as dismal.
"All right, Nat. Come back now and eat some of this stuff before I throw it in the bin and you'll never see it again!"
No answer and I furrowed my brow (Wow. Never said THAT before) in worry and got up.
"Nat?" I walked up to the 'mini wood' as I called it. "Nat where the fuck are you. I'm getting scared now."
As I walked deeper into the 'wood' the trees started to lessen and what I saw frightened me shitless. So, being the person I am, I fainted.
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Ever had a totally weird dream that involves small people with big hairy feet and curly hair? I thought not. Well, being me, I had a dream full of them in there little holes or you could call them houses if you squint your eyes really small.
I swear I had heard about them before but I can't be pissed to remember because I have a headache and there is LIGHT shining in my eyes!!! I open my eyes fully and I thought I would be in Hyde Park with Nat but noooooooo...I surrounded by hobbits. Hang on.
"Shit!!!!!"I yell making the little people run away from me and I think for a moment that I might have bad breath but then I remembered I just shouted. "Um...hehheh.. um where am I?"
One of the younger...small..hobbity thingys came up to me with a intrigued face. Looking at my blue Nike trainers. His little face came up to mine and a weak smile tugged on his lips.
"You are in The Shire, M'lady. Hobbiton to be precise."
I made my trademark 'Ya-wha? ™' face and burst out laughing with the hobbits looking at me as if I have gone mad right there and then but I went made years ago, so that is impossible.
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A/N: Er.... Hi! This is Emma's (me!) chapter and Nat's chapter will be up next. Aren't you luck people. I'm sorry if it's a bit short (and crap). I couldn't think of anything else to write and having a mild case of writer block which isn't helping that much AND Mission Impossible on T.V
Chapter 1
To the park! Tallyho!!!
Emma's POV (point of view)
It was a rainy day in the peaceful city of London ( OK. London isn't peaceful but we can pretend ) and me and my friend, Nat, where inside watching the grey clouds pour out their contents on the unfortunate people below.
I glared and cursed under my breath at the weather good ol' England was used to.
"Urgh! I'm bored, Emma!" Nat frowned as she said this and you know not to piss off Nat or you'll have a badly broke nose on your hands.
"Yeah and me...and having writers bloke isn't making it any better!"
I swag around on my wheeling chair thingy and pushed my nose, literally, up against the dreaded blank computer screen, hoping it would type a story itself and save me the effort.
"You know you can damage your eyes doing that." Nat spoke a-matter-a-factly as she poke me in the back JUST to annoy me. And it was working.
"I don't care. I don't need my eyes to write brilliant stories."
"You can stay here and stare at your beloved screen because I'm going out to the park."
"Have you noticed..." My voice trailed off as my eyes looked out the window to see the grey clouds moving and letting the sun appear though. "AH! It's not raining anymore! Lets go down to the park."
"Well that's what I said in the first... Whoa!" My friend shouted as I shoved her though the door and onto the glinsening pathway.
I appeared out of the doorway carrying my bag with my 'essentials' inside, such as marmite sandwiches and a drink of coke. "Ready?"
"READY. I'll race ya! " Nat shout as she was already half way there leaving me to drag the big pink bag all the way to Hyde park and back
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When I finally got there Nat was already climbing the dahm trees and jumping off. One of these days I'm sure she'll break her leg doing that and blame it on me or something equally as dismal.
"All right, Nat. Come back now and eat some of this stuff before I throw it in the bin and you'll never see it again!"
No answer and I furrowed my brow (Wow. Never said THAT before) in worry and got up.
"Nat?" I walked up to the 'mini wood' as I called it. "Nat where the fuck are you. I'm getting scared now."
As I walked deeper into the 'wood' the trees started to lessen and what I saw frightened me shitless. So, being the person I am, I fainted.
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Ever had a totally weird dream that involves small people with big hairy feet and curly hair? I thought not. Well, being me, I had a dream full of them in there little holes or you could call them houses if you squint your eyes really small.
I swear I had heard about them before but I can't be pissed to remember because I have a headache and there is LIGHT shining in my eyes!!! I open my eyes fully and I thought I would be in Hyde Park with Nat but noooooooo...I surrounded by hobbits. Hang on.
"Shit!!!!!"I yell making the little people run away from me and I think for a moment that I might have bad breath but then I remembered I just shouted. "Um...hehheh.. um where am I?"
One of the younger...small..hobbity thingys came up to me with a intrigued face. Looking at my blue Nike trainers. His little face came up to mine and a weak smile tugged on his lips.
"You are in The Shire, M'lady. Hobbiton to be precise."
I made my trademark 'Ya-wha? ™' face and burst out laughing with the hobbits looking at me as if I have gone mad right there and then but I went made years ago, so that is impossible.
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