A/N: Fanfiction.net is down. What's THAT all about? Pfft.
"I wonder how the others fare," Pippin was saying, and Jessica grinned, looking up to me.
"It depends. Are we in the movie or the book?"
Jessica snorted, but Pip and Merry looked quite confused.
"Cause if we're in the movie, Frodo and Sam are probably at Osgiliath and Haldir's dead."
"Kristin!" Jessica hissed, and I blinked, turning to her.
"Wha?"
"Should you really be telling them that?"
"Oh, what is it going to hurt?"
"Well," she said, thinking and then crossing her arms. "What about the grandfather paradox and the Under the Sea dance and the disappearing guitar playing hands-"
"What?!"
"English class."
"Was I there that day?"
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "Probably not."
Grinning, I looked up into the distance, spotting a bunch of horses coming down the path to the tower.
"Oh, god, don't look now.. elfie approaches."
The biggest mistake you can ever make, is telling a fangirl that Legolas is coming. I think my eardrums popped from the squeal. Groaning, I poked her, and she giggled excitedly. The men on the horses made their way up.. I could see Gandalf, in white, riding up on Shadowfax; Aragorn on his horse and Legolas and Gimli on theirs. Jessica was all but bouncing up and down on the stairs, squirming at the sight of the elf. Oh, lord.
"Calm down," I mumbled, and she shook her head.
From above, a voice rang out, bellowing down to us.
"WHAT on this Middle Earth was that squealing sound?"
I snickered, poking Jess, and called back up to Saruman.
"A fangirl!"
"What?"
"Do you have banshees in Middle-Earth?"
Jessica thwapped me. Just then, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli rode up. There was a series of thuds, banging sounds, and a final 'flop' as Jessica fainted and tumbled down the stairs.
Leaping down from his horse, Gimli leaned over her, hands moving to her shoulders and shaking. Roughly.
"Ahhhhh!" shouted Jessica as she was shaken, and she opened her eyes, glaring up at him.
"... you're not an elf."
Snickering, I rolled my eyes, and shook my head. Meanwhile, Jessica was lamenting over Gimli's lack of long golden hair and - of course - pointy ears.
"Who are you?" Aragorn asked, coming up to me while Jessica was trying to hold onto her consciousness.
"Kristin, that's Jessica."
"Oh. Where are you from?"
"A distant land."
He nodded a bit, bewildered as Jessica tried to reach out and grab a little bit of elf. Gimli hid a smirk behind his beard, and Merry and Pippin began on their third pint of ale.
Was I the only sane one there?
Apparently not, I realized, as Saruman started throwing random bits of furniture down at us. Ducking a chair, I looked to Gandalf, narrowing my eyes.
"Can't you control him?"
~*A/N: I can't really think of anything more to write now, so I'm stopping. lol. *~
"I wonder how the others fare," Pippin was saying, and Jessica grinned, looking up to me.
"It depends. Are we in the movie or the book?"
Jessica snorted, but Pip and Merry looked quite confused.
"Cause if we're in the movie, Frodo and Sam are probably at Osgiliath and Haldir's dead."
"Kristin!" Jessica hissed, and I blinked, turning to her.
"Wha?"
"Should you really be telling them that?"
"Oh, what is it going to hurt?"
"Well," she said, thinking and then crossing her arms. "What about the grandfather paradox and the Under the Sea dance and the disappearing guitar playing hands-"
"What?!"
"English class."
"Was I there that day?"
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "Probably not."
Grinning, I looked up into the distance, spotting a bunch of horses coming down the path to the tower.
"Oh, god, don't look now.. elfie approaches."
The biggest mistake you can ever make, is telling a fangirl that Legolas is coming. I think my eardrums popped from the squeal. Groaning, I poked her, and she giggled excitedly. The men on the horses made their way up.. I could see Gandalf, in white, riding up on Shadowfax; Aragorn on his horse and Legolas and Gimli on theirs. Jessica was all but bouncing up and down on the stairs, squirming at the sight of the elf. Oh, lord.
"Calm down," I mumbled, and she shook her head.
From above, a voice rang out, bellowing down to us.
"WHAT on this Middle Earth was that squealing sound?"
I snickered, poking Jess, and called back up to Saruman.
"A fangirl!"
"What?"
"Do you have banshees in Middle-Earth?"
Jessica thwapped me. Just then, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli rode up. There was a series of thuds, banging sounds, and a final 'flop' as Jessica fainted and tumbled down the stairs.
Leaping down from his horse, Gimli leaned over her, hands moving to her shoulders and shaking. Roughly.
"Ahhhhh!" shouted Jessica as she was shaken, and she opened her eyes, glaring up at him.
"... you're not an elf."
Snickering, I rolled my eyes, and shook my head. Meanwhile, Jessica was lamenting over Gimli's lack of long golden hair and - of course - pointy ears.
"Who are you?" Aragorn asked, coming up to me while Jessica was trying to hold onto her consciousness.
"Kristin, that's Jessica."
"Oh. Where are you from?"
"A distant land."
He nodded a bit, bewildered as Jessica tried to reach out and grab a little bit of elf. Gimli hid a smirk behind his beard, and Merry and Pippin began on their third pint of ale.
Was I the only sane one there?
Apparently not, I realized, as Saruman started throwing random bits of furniture down at us. Ducking a chair, I looked to Gandalf, narrowing my eyes.
"Can't you control him?"
~*A/N: I can't really think of anything more to write now, so I'm stopping. lol. *~