Dislcaimer: I don't own LotR people but I do own my pants!!! lolololol anywayz LotR People have shown up everywhere else so why not!!
One fine day Sam Gamgee and Frodo Baggins were happily walking together in the garden at Bag End. "I wish we could go on an adventure like in one of Uncle Bilbo's stories, somewhere far away from the Shire" said Frodo, and Sam nodded his agreement.
All of a sudden - poof!
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried, fumbling in the sudden darkness. He was covered by some strange heavy weight, as if a tent had fallen on top of him.
"I'm here, Sam!" Frodo called back, having fallen under the same strange curse.
"But where are we?"
"I... I don't know!"
The two hobbits continued to call out to each other, fumbling their way through the darkness and the strange material that slowed their progress, until Sam bumped into something that felt like another person. "Is that you, Mr. Frodo?"
"I'm afraid not, Samwise Gamgee," said a somewhat familiar voice. "But let us get you out of this mess first, and then we shall help your master."
Hearing the voice, Frodo cried out again. "Why, 'tis Gandalf the Grey! Have you come to save us?"
"Not at all," Gandalf shouted to him as he took Sam by the hand, leading him through the darkness. "I merely... happened to be passing this way myself."
Sam's head emerged from the heavy folds of darkness, only to find that he had been engulfed in a sea of fabric. Now, looking down at the fabric still surrounding him, he discovered that he was held in a pocket, caught between two great sheets of rough blue material. "Where are we?" he asked in alarm.
"It would appear," said Gandalf, "That we are in a pair of pants. Stay here, and I will see if I can find Frodo, and perhaps the lot of us can escape."
"Y-you mean... you don't know how to get us out of here?"
"I'm afraid, Samwise, that I have never been inside a pair of pants before," the wizard replied as he ducked back within the pocket.
Sam was left with no other choice than to stare down the leg of the pair of pants worriedly. To his surprise, there was a slightly movement near the ankle, and suddenly a head popped out to stare up at him. "Oh, hullo," said another familiar voice.
"Meriadoc Brandybuck!" Sam exclaimed. "What are you doing here? How did we all get here?"
"Buggered if I know."
Another hobbit-head poked out from the other pants leg and waved at Merry. "Ho, Merry! What are you doing over there?"
"You fool of a Took!" Gandalf swore from within the depths of the pocket, where the moving bulge in the fabric seemed to indicate that he was returning. "I told you to stay put! I have more important things to do than chase young hobbits all throughout pairs of pants!"
Frodo's head emerged next to Sam's amidst Gandalf's grumblings, and the two hobbits stared at each other worriedly. They watched as Gandalf vanished back into the fabric again, then looked down at the other two hobbits stranded in the legs of the pants. How would they ever escape such a predicament?
Suddenly, a horn sounded from within the pants, and Pippin disappeared into the ankle again, only to reappear with the gruff, bearded face of a Man beside his own. "Oi - look who I've found, everyone," he called cheerfully. "This is Boromir, son of Denethor, the steward of Gondor! Perhaps he can help us out of this mess!"
"I'm afraid not," Boromir grumbled. "I blew the Horn of Gondor, and yet not a man came to offer me assistance. I am at a loss."
"Perhaps you would not be averse to the aid of an elf," said a muffled voice from within the other leg of the pants, and a fair-haired head emerged next to Merry's. "And perhaps you could assist me as well - I seem to have misplaced my diminutive companion."
"I am not 'misplaced', Legolas!" snarled a rough voice from somewhere to Frodo and Sam's left, and they looked over to find a red-bearded dwarf scowling from the other pocket of the pants. "The son of Gloin does not 'misplace' himself! I simply found another shaft in this strange place, and thought to delve for any undiscovered treasures. But alas - I've found naught but this pocket lint," he lamented, holding up handfuls of the soft and fluffy but ultimately worthless material.
"This will be more difficult than I had at first thought," muttered Gandalf, his pointed hat poking out from within the pocket, next to Sam and Frodo. "Such a maze of confusion and denim I have never encountered before. This will require some thought. If only I could consult with Saruman the Wise..."
The others waited in uncomfortable silence as Gandalf considered the matter. He seemed to be arriving at no conclusions, and Sam and Frodo exchanged a worried glance. They had brought no provisions, and Sam's Gaffer certainly would miss him if they did not return to the Shire soon.
Just when they were beginning to give up hope, they heard what sounded like soft voices from deep within the pants, halfway between the pocket shared by Sam, Frodo, and Gandalf, and the one in which Gimli stood grumpily. "Is there anyone out there?" a voice called out, deep and strong despite the muffling of the fabric.
"Yes! Yes, save us!" Pippin called, before anyone could quiet him.
"I am afraid we can do no such thing," the muffled voice replied, "unless first we can be freed from within this prison. However, if you can provide an escape for us, we shall surely offer you our help as well!"
"Speak up!" Merry cried. "We can barely hear you!"
"Hold - I have an idea," offered Legolas, and he took an arrow from the quiver on his back and tied a long length of elven rope to the end before drawing it back in his bow. It flew upwards, straight and true, and caught in the metal tab of the pants' zipper. Pulling upon the rope, with Merry's help, Legolas managed to lower the pants' fly.
As the zipper fell away, it revealed a tall, long-legged man with a rough look but a noble bearing, and a gloriously beautiful elfmaiden at his side. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor," the man announced. "This woman is my beloved Arwen, whose elven magic will free us all from these dire pants."
"We thank you," Arwen said graciously in the common tongue, then began a chant in elven.
Will Arwen's magic save them all from a lifetime trapped within the pants!? please r/r if u want me to continue ^________^