A/N hey! This is our first collab story, and I hope that everyone likes
it!!!! This chapter is by me, Ellen, and is in my pov.
Hi! My name is Ellen, and I love lord of the rings. I am obsessed, and after much research I have finally found a way to middle earth. Through a portal in my closet. Weird, yes, but effective!
I am going to leave tonight, Friday night, the day that winter break starts. This is a good time to leave because my parents and little sister are leaving for a vacation in Maine. I bowed out, and my mother finally agreed to let me stay here because I am 16.
It is now 7:30. I had better leave presently. I walked to my bedroom. The closet door is already open. On the desk is a paragraph of words in Elvish. The trick is to read the paragraph and then walk toward the wall until you go through it. This is sort of a "platforn 9 ¾" philosophy.
My backpack is on the bed. In it are food, blankets, a hairbrush, several hairgrips, and a number of outfits. There is also a copy of The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Simarilion, and a few other works of Tolkien.
All right, I thought. Now or never.
The wall is five feet away, four, and three.
Well, I consoled myself; the worst that can happen is my nose could be squashed. Ouch.
Slowly I read the paragraph, stumbling over the many consonants.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
"Ellen, Liz and I have been looking for you. We were wondering if-"
We were both swept away in a cyclone of mist.
A/N gooooo mmmmessssshhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! (sorry, old joke. Mesh, for the odd people who don't understand my weird language). No flames please children!
Hi! My name is Ellen, and I love lord of the rings. I am obsessed, and after much research I have finally found a way to middle earth. Through a portal in my closet. Weird, yes, but effective!
I am going to leave tonight, Friday night, the day that winter break starts. This is a good time to leave because my parents and little sister are leaving for a vacation in Maine. I bowed out, and my mother finally agreed to let me stay here because I am 16.
It is now 7:30. I had better leave presently. I walked to my bedroom. The closet door is already open. On the desk is a paragraph of words in Elvish. The trick is to read the paragraph and then walk toward the wall until you go through it. This is sort of a "platforn 9 ¾" philosophy.
My backpack is on the bed. In it are food, blankets, a hairbrush, several hairgrips, and a number of outfits. There is also a copy of The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Simarilion, and a few other works of Tolkien.
All right, I thought. Now or never.
The wall is five feet away, four, and three.
Well, I consoled myself; the worst that can happen is my nose could be squashed. Ouch.
Slowly I read the paragraph, stumbling over the many consonants.
Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
"Ellen, Liz and I have been looking for you. We were wondering if-"
We were both swept away in a cyclone of mist.
A/N gooooo mmmmessssshhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! (sorry, old joke. Mesh, for the odd people who don't understand my weird language). No flames please children!