Maethorin: Thanks for all the reviews!
Farothris: Just to clear things up, Heath Edger is Heath Ledger
Maethorin: *gasp* Really?
Farothris: *rolls eyes* Yes. We just didn't want to risk infringement rights on his name, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Maethorin: And no, we haven't seen Ten Things I Hate About You, either. I want to though.
Farothris: Okay, then. Here's more from Middle-Earth!
Riley and Casey trudged on wearily as the sun began to fall. A light breeze picked up and sent shivers down Riley's spine. Before the sun was completely extinguished, a flickering, distant light caught Casey's eye. "What is that?" She wondered aloud, squinting her eyes.
"I don't know," Riley responded, "But I smell," She took a few sniffs of the air. "I smell turkey."
"Turkey?" Casey asked skeptically. "Turkey. I don't think they had Turkey in Middle-Earth."
"They probably didn't have Grey Poupon either." Riley countered. "I swear I smell turkey." Casey sighed in resignation and the two hurried as best they could toward the flickering light.
As they drew nearer, sounds of laughter were audible. "Civilization!" Riley cried. The two urged their horses forward and reached the outer wall of the town as the moon began to rise.
Casey knocked on the door of the gate. A moment later, a slot in the door slid open. "Welcome to Bree, home of the 2 dollar pint, please hold a minute." Casey and Riley stood in bewilderment as the slot slid shut. They waited many a moment more until the slot opened again. "Sorry about the delay, how may I help you?"
"We wish to stay at an inn." Casey stated.
"Would you like fries with that?"
"Yes!" Riley shouted, shoving Casey out of the way. "Yes! And a triple decker cheese burger, with a large Pepsi, onion rings, an apple turnover, and a Snowstorm, all biggie sized please."
"Will that be all?" The voice didn't wait for a response. "Your total is $11.13 at the next window. Please pull forward."
"This is insane!" Casey shouted. "We don't want food, we want to come in. We want to stay at the inn!"
"All right, all right, I meant no offense. It's my job to take food orders after dark. They're strange folk abroad who don't want drive through service."
When Casey and Riley were finally let in, it had begun to drizzle. Wagons passed by as well as Men who looked strangely down at the two girls. Then, illuminated by candlelight, was a rearing horse with the words, "Prancing Pony" beneath it. The two scurried inside quickly and were met with an assault of smells and sounds. They made their way through the tavern, being pushed and shoved with every step. Finally, they made it to a side table and sat down. A fat, balding man with a mustache that covered half his states walked by and placed a plate of complementary bread on the table. "Greetings, lasses." He said in a thick Irish accent. "What brings you to Bree?"
"Our business is our own." Casey answered. The man shrugged and walked away. Casey watched him go, and when she turned back, Riley was attempting to shove the entire loaf of bread into her mouth. "Riley!" She growled, flicked Riley in the temple, and tore the loaf away. "You draw far too much attention to yourself." Riley's cheeks were pouched out with bread and she had a very pathetic, puppy-dog look on her face.
"Look!" Casey said suddenly, after moments of silence. "It's Aragorn." Riley turned around to stare. Aragorn stared back beneath his hood and from behind his pipe.
"And look! At the kiddy table right beside him! It's the hobbits!" Riley stated. "Can we get their autographs?"
Casey and Riley got up to approach Aragorn. As they did, a large man with his face in a pint tripped over them. There was a thud as he fell heavily to the floor. When he got up, his face was red with anger. "You little Wenches!" He swung his fist at Casey. She dodged the punch and slammed her hand into his stomach. The man doubled over. Casey then slammed her foot across his jaw. The man's eyes were red as he reached for Casey. Then, with a tarzan yell, Riley leapt off a table and seemed to hang in mid-air. Everything moved in slow motion as she rotated her leg over and down toward the buffoon's thick neck. Time resumed as Riley's kick connected with the man's jugular. He fell hard. Casey did a little victory dance.
"Uh huh, uh huh, it's my Birthday!"
"Um, Casey?' Riley asked, still suspended in mid-air, "Can you help me down?"
Casey had not pulled Riley down a second before both were seized from behind. Casey swung her elbow around to strike the attacker, but she hit only air. Riley kicked backwards with her foot. There was a cry as Meriadoc Brandybuck fell to the floor. "What the?" Riley wondered as he stood and tackled her again. Both Casey and Riley were rolling on the floor, trying to pry the four hobbits from them. Suddenly, All 6 combatants were scooped up and drug away. Finally, the hobbits let go and Casey and Riley were allowed to fall to the floor. "Come here you stunted little-" Riley raged. She was silenced by the tip of a sword at her throat.
"What are you doing?" Casey demanded.
"You have a stout heart, but that will not save you." Aragorn answered. "You draw far to much attention to yourself. Those are no trinkets you carry."
"What?" Riley asked, utterly confused.
"Are you frightened?" Aragorn asked, removing his hood.
"Uh, not really." Casey answered.
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you?"
"Hunt? Trinket? Stout? Would someone please explain?" Riley asked.
"They are the Nazgul, neither living nor dead. At all times they sense the presence of the rings. They are drawn to their power. They will never stop hunting you."
"Rings?" Casey asked. "You mean ring, right?" Aragorn shook his shaggy head.
"The Dark Lord is searching for the 5. The 5 rings of power. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Heart." Casey and Riley look to each other and then down at their class rings.
Farothris: Just to clear things up, Heath Edger is Heath Ledger
Maethorin: *gasp* Really?
Farothris: *rolls eyes* Yes. We just didn't want to risk infringement rights on his name, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Maethorin: And no, we haven't seen Ten Things I Hate About You, either. I want to though.
Farothris: Okay, then. Here's more from Middle-Earth!
Riley and Casey trudged on wearily as the sun began to fall. A light breeze picked up and sent shivers down Riley's spine. Before the sun was completely extinguished, a flickering, distant light caught Casey's eye. "What is that?" She wondered aloud, squinting her eyes.
"I don't know," Riley responded, "But I smell," She took a few sniffs of the air. "I smell turkey."
"Turkey?" Casey asked skeptically. "Turkey. I don't think they had Turkey in Middle-Earth."
"They probably didn't have Grey Poupon either." Riley countered. "I swear I smell turkey." Casey sighed in resignation and the two hurried as best they could toward the flickering light.
As they drew nearer, sounds of laughter were audible. "Civilization!" Riley cried. The two urged their horses forward and reached the outer wall of the town as the moon began to rise.
Casey knocked on the door of the gate. A moment later, a slot in the door slid open. "Welcome to Bree, home of the 2 dollar pint, please hold a minute." Casey and Riley stood in bewilderment as the slot slid shut. They waited many a moment more until the slot opened again. "Sorry about the delay, how may I help you?"
"We wish to stay at an inn." Casey stated.
"Would you like fries with that?"
"Yes!" Riley shouted, shoving Casey out of the way. "Yes! And a triple decker cheese burger, with a large Pepsi, onion rings, an apple turnover, and a Snowstorm, all biggie sized please."
"Will that be all?" The voice didn't wait for a response. "Your total is $11.13 at the next window. Please pull forward."
"This is insane!" Casey shouted. "We don't want food, we want to come in. We want to stay at the inn!"
"All right, all right, I meant no offense. It's my job to take food orders after dark. They're strange folk abroad who don't want drive through service."
When Casey and Riley were finally let in, it had begun to drizzle. Wagons passed by as well as Men who looked strangely down at the two girls. Then, illuminated by candlelight, was a rearing horse with the words, "Prancing Pony" beneath it. The two scurried inside quickly and were met with an assault of smells and sounds. They made their way through the tavern, being pushed and shoved with every step. Finally, they made it to a side table and sat down. A fat, balding man with a mustache that covered half his states walked by and placed a plate of complementary bread on the table. "Greetings, lasses." He said in a thick Irish accent. "What brings you to Bree?"
"Our business is our own." Casey answered. The man shrugged and walked away. Casey watched him go, and when she turned back, Riley was attempting to shove the entire loaf of bread into her mouth. "Riley!" She growled, flicked Riley in the temple, and tore the loaf away. "You draw far too much attention to yourself." Riley's cheeks were pouched out with bread and she had a very pathetic, puppy-dog look on her face.
"Look!" Casey said suddenly, after moments of silence. "It's Aragorn." Riley turned around to stare. Aragorn stared back beneath his hood and from behind his pipe.
"And look! At the kiddy table right beside him! It's the hobbits!" Riley stated. "Can we get their autographs?"
Casey and Riley got up to approach Aragorn. As they did, a large man with his face in a pint tripped over them. There was a thud as he fell heavily to the floor. When he got up, his face was red with anger. "You little Wenches!" He swung his fist at Casey. She dodged the punch and slammed her hand into his stomach. The man doubled over. Casey then slammed her foot across his jaw. The man's eyes were red as he reached for Casey. Then, with a tarzan yell, Riley leapt off a table and seemed to hang in mid-air. Everything moved in slow motion as she rotated her leg over and down toward the buffoon's thick neck. Time resumed as Riley's kick connected with the man's jugular. He fell hard. Casey did a little victory dance.
"Uh huh, uh huh, it's my Birthday!"
"Um, Casey?' Riley asked, still suspended in mid-air, "Can you help me down?"
Casey had not pulled Riley down a second before both were seized from behind. Casey swung her elbow around to strike the attacker, but she hit only air. Riley kicked backwards with her foot. There was a cry as Meriadoc Brandybuck fell to the floor. "What the?" Riley wondered as he stood and tackled her again. Both Casey and Riley were rolling on the floor, trying to pry the four hobbits from them. Suddenly, All 6 combatants were scooped up and drug away. Finally, the hobbits let go and Casey and Riley were allowed to fall to the floor. "Come here you stunted little-" Riley raged. She was silenced by the tip of a sword at her throat.
"What are you doing?" Casey demanded.
"You have a stout heart, but that will not save you." Aragorn answered. "You draw far to much attention to yourself. Those are no trinkets you carry."
"What?" Riley asked, utterly confused.
"Are you frightened?" Aragorn asked, removing his hood.
"Uh, not really." Casey answered.
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you?"
"Hunt? Trinket? Stout? Would someone please explain?" Riley asked.
"They are the Nazgul, neither living nor dead. At all times they sense the presence of the rings. They are drawn to their power. They will never stop hunting you."
"Rings?" Casey asked. "You mean ring, right?" Aragorn shook his shaggy head.
"The Dark Lord is searching for the 5. The 5 rings of power. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Heart." Casey and Riley look to each other and then down at their class rings.