Disclaimer: Sigh, must we go through this. OK, I do not own any on the
characters and even some of the plot line. The only thing I own is my
freedom of speech, in which I can write fan fiction. Yes FAN FICTION! The
Animorphs and their friends/enemies are that of K. A. Applegate. While The
Lord of the Rings people are that of J. R. R Tolkien. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
The coughing didn't stop. Now voices, that were but a whisper in common tongue, were there too. "Sam, go get Gimli, we'll take care of this." Sam nodded as Aragorn drew his sword. Legolas strung his bow and crept forward.
"Is every one," the voice stopped and the speaker coughed. "Is every one all right?" A male voice, that of a young adult, inquired.
"Never felt... better," said another voice.
"You'll feel even worse if you try anything!" Gandalf had his staff at the ready. One of the two boys didn't perceive him. His light brown hair moved slightly as he rolled on to his side. He gently put his hand on the crest of a hawk, a species of that never seen by anyone. Not even Gandalf, who knows all the species of Middle-earth.
"Marco, he's still alive."
"I don't care if he's alive, Jake. If your paying any attention to what's going on then you'd notice we are surrounded. Not by Yeerks, but mean looking men with big swords!" A tan skinned and dark hair boy probably named Marco told him.
"What?" Jake slowly looked up, for once Marco, his childhood best friend, was not making a sarcastic comment. No controller would use a sword, bow, or staff. And even if they did, all three of them would be dead on sight. Yes all three. The hawk was that of a red tail found on Earth. Not Middle-Earth, but the Earth of another parallel universe. Then again the hawk was not a hawk. He was a boy that could morph into what ever animal he touched. With a time limit of two hours that he went over. And is forever stuck as a hawk. But that was changed by a creature called the Ellimist. A powerful being that was a player in the game called universe.
"I suggest you get up slowly, you two and your pet, are no match for a Dwarf." A four foot muscular man with a great beard told them. "Well at least they speak English," Marco joked light heatedly. Jake gave him an apathetic look of disgust. Marco grinned and then gave Jake a funny look. Jake was busy getting up. He put his hands behind his head like any good little prisoner. Marco did the same.
{Ah, where am I. Am I dead?} Everyone jumped slightly. Even Aragorn was startled.
"No Tobias, you're not dead. At least, I don't think so." The boy named Jake looked at Legolas, then Gimli, and all four Hobbits. "Then again, I don't exactly know where here is."
"This is the abandon area of Hollin. No peoples dwell here," Gandalf told them.
Marco took a deep breath, "And... and where is this Hollin located?" The Fellowship exchanged looks.
"Did you hit your self on the head? Even the Orcs of Mordor know this world as Middle-earth." Boromir told them, Marco and Jake were even more confused. "Now don't tell me you don't know what Mordor is!"
"OK, then," Marco started, "what are Orcs?" Boromir grumbled inaudible words while all the Hobbits but Sam chuckled.
"Who are you not to know what Orc's are," Boromir asked angrily.
"The Animorphs," Marco said plainly. "Tobias, show him."
The hawk grew larger and more human like. Eventually he was a young, teenage boy with light colored hair. Gandalf, Boromir, and Aragorn moved quickly. Tying their hands with rope they had used for tying bags filled with non perishable food.
"What, no wait," Tobias cried. "I can only stay as a human for two hours. Then I'm stuck."
"Then next time don't use your dark magic with out thinking of the consequences." Gimli set his arms on his ax.
"Sit down," Legolas still had his bow strung and pointed the arrow at each one of them. "It'll still be a while till supper." He loosened the arrow a little and walked over to a rock. And, there he watched them.
Chapter 1
The coughing didn't stop. Now voices, that were but a whisper in common tongue, were there too. "Sam, go get Gimli, we'll take care of this." Sam nodded as Aragorn drew his sword. Legolas strung his bow and crept forward.
"Is every one," the voice stopped and the speaker coughed. "Is every one all right?" A male voice, that of a young adult, inquired.
"Never felt... better," said another voice.
"You'll feel even worse if you try anything!" Gandalf had his staff at the ready. One of the two boys didn't perceive him. His light brown hair moved slightly as he rolled on to his side. He gently put his hand on the crest of a hawk, a species of that never seen by anyone. Not even Gandalf, who knows all the species of Middle-earth.
"Marco, he's still alive."
"I don't care if he's alive, Jake. If your paying any attention to what's going on then you'd notice we are surrounded. Not by Yeerks, but mean looking men with big swords!" A tan skinned and dark hair boy probably named Marco told him.
"What?" Jake slowly looked up, for once Marco, his childhood best friend, was not making a sarcastic comment. No controller would use a sword, bow, or staff. And even if they did, all three of them would be dead on sight. Yes all three. The hawk was that of a red tail found on Earth. Not Middle-Earth, but the Earth of another parallel universe. Then again the hawk was not a hawk. He was a boy that could morph into what ever animal he touched. With a time limit of two hours that he went over. And is forever stuck as a hawk. But that was changed by a creature called the Ellimist. A powerful being that was a player in the game called universe.
"I suggest you get up slowly, you two and your pet, are no match for a Dwarf." A four foot muscular man with a great beard told them. "Well at least they speak English," Marco joked light heatedly. Jake gave him an apathetic look of disgust. Marco grinned and then gave Jake a funny look. Jake was busy getting up. He put his hands behind his head like any good little prisoner. Marco did the same.
{Ah, where am I. Am I dead?} Everyone jumped slightly. Even Aragorn was startled.
"No Tobias, you're not dead. At least, I don't think so." The boy named Jake looked at Legolas, then Gimli, and all four Hobbits. "Then again, I don't exactly know where here is."
"This is the abandon area of Hollin. No peoples dwell here," Gandalf told them.
Marco took a deep breath, "And... and where is this Hollin located?" The Fellowship exchanged looks.
"Did you hit your self on the head? Even the Orcs of Mordor know this world as Middle-earth." Boromir told them, Marco and Jake were even more confused. "Now don't tell me you don't know what Mordor is!"
"OK, then," Marco started, "what are Orcs?" Boromir grumbled inaudible words while all the Hobbits but Sam chuckled.
"Who are you not to know what Orc's are," Boromir asked angrily.
"The Animorphs," Marco said plainly. "Tobias, show him."
The hawk grew larger and more human like. Eventually he was a young, teenage boy with light colored hair. Gandalf, Boromir, and Aragorn moved quickly. Tying their hands with rope they had used for tying bags filled with non perishable food.
"What, no wait," Tobias cried. "I can only stay as a human for two hours. Then I'm stuck."
"Then next time don't use your dark magic with out thinking of the consequences." Gimli set his arms on his ax.
"Sit down," Legolas still had his bow strung and pointed the arrow at each one of them. "It'll still be a while till supper." He loosened the arrow a little and walked over to a rock. And, there he watched them.