"Mister Frodo, where are we?" Samwise Gamgee asked timidly. The small
hobbit stared up at the bright lights, but was momentarily distracted when
a very strange looking human dashed by. Certainly strange looking, yes, but
beautiful. He noticed that nearly every female human look that way, and was
overwhelmed completely.
"Oi! Catch him, he's about to faint." Merry noted just seconds before Sam slumped backwards onto the mahogany floor.
"Sam fainted." Kat stated. Megan nodded, not able to make her body do much else. When you were at the Moulin Rouge with your best friends and some hobbits, nothing could be better. Well, eating a 20 pound chocolate bar with chocolate ice cream while slurping a chocolate milkshake and not gaining a bit of weight might be better, but what were the chances of that happening?
On the other side of the dance floor their stood another group of out-of- place type people, although these people were a bit taller. Legolas stood rigid, staring straight ahead while Arwen collapsed into Aragorn's arms.
"This doesn't look like Rivendell." Boromir observed. Aragorn nodded tightly, trying to lay Arwen down.
"What happened?" Legolas asked in a hushed whisper. No one heard him.
"What happened?" Boromir echoed in a louder voice. Aragorn gave a small shrug of his shoulders. For the moment he was more concerned with the fate of Arwen.
"Toulouse, excuse me a moment." Christian managed to say. The handsome poet made his way down a short flight of steps, and then walked across the dance floor. The beautiful actress could only follow him with her eyes, feeling quite insulted that a man had resisted her charms. What guy could resist her flamingo dance? With a soft huff she sat in his now empty chair ignoring the protests of the crowd.
"How about a drink, Satine?" Toulouse lisped, shoving a glass of absinthe under her nose. Satine could only make a whiny noise and turn her head, now in full out pout mode.
Meanwhile, Megan and Kat had recovered from their second shock. Nervously the two teenagers inched ever closer to the hobbits, which were to their dismay a lot shorter than imagined, but cuter as well.
"Do you need any help?" Kat said in her calmest voice. The three conscience shirelings were nearly in tears from confusion and helplessness. While it was certainly unmanly she could not help but think how adorable they looked.
"I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire.." Frodo began, throwing caution into the wind. "Could you tell us where we are?"
"The Moulin Rouge. Oh, and I'm Kitty."
"Moulin Rouge? Is that elvish?"
"It's French." Megan interrupted. "And I'm Megan."
"French? Is that a form of elvish?"
"I think it's a form of Latin or something."
"Oh." The hobbit said lamely, more confused than he had been before.
"We're not in Middle-Earth, anyway. This is simply Earth. For some strange reason you're here on our planet." Kat said cheerfully. Upon hearing this the hobbits looked rather startled.
"Where do you say we are?" Merry asked.
"Earth. Specifically we're in France." Kat told him, though it was not an altogether comforting statement.
"This must be some type of evil doing.." Frodo whispered softly to himself, looking at the two girls with distrust.
"Oi! Catch him, he's about to faint." Merry noted just seconds before Sam slumped backwards onto the mahogany floor.
"Sam fainted." Kat stated. Megan nodded, not able to make her body do much else. When you were at the Moulin Rouge with your best friends and some hobbits, nothing could be better. Well, eating a 20 pound chocolate bar with chocolate ice cream while slurping a chocolate milkshake and not gaining a bit of weight might be better, but what were the chances of that happening?
On the other side of the dance floor their stood another group of out-of- place type people, although these people were a bit taller. Legolas stood rigid, staring straight ahead while Arwen collapsed into Aragorn's arms.
"This doesn't look like Rivendell." Boromir observed. Aragorn nodded tightly, trying to lay Arwen down.
"What happened?" Legolas asked in a hushed whisper. No one heard him.
"What happened?" Boromir echoed in a louder voice. Aragorn gave a small shrug of his shoulders. For the moment he was more concerned with the fate of Arwen.
"Toulouse, excuse me a moment." Christian managed to say. The handsome poet made his way down a short flight of steps, and then walked across the dance floor. The beautiful actress could only follow him with her eyes, feeling quite insulted that a man had resisted her charms. What guy could resist her flamingo dance? With a soft huff she sat in his now empty chair ignoring the protests of the crowd.
"How about a drink, Satine?" Toulouse lisped, shoving a glass of absinthe under her nose. Satine could only make a whiny noise and turn her head, now in full out pout mode.
Meanwhile, Megan and Kat had recovered from their second shock. Nervously the two teenagers inched ever closer to the hobbits, which were to their dismay a lot shorter than imagined, but cuter as well.
"Do you need any help?" Kat said in her calmest voice. The three conscience shirelings were nearly in tears from confusion and helplessness. While it was certainly unmanly she could not help but think how adorable they looked.
"I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire.." Frodo began, throwing caution into the wind. "Could you tell us where we are?"
"The Moulin Rouge. Oh, and I'm Kitty."
"Moulin Rouge? Is that elvish?"
"It's French." Megan interrupted. "And I'm Megan."
"French? Is that a form of elvish?"
"I think it's a form of Latin or something."
"Oh." The hobbit said lamely, more confused than he had been before.
"We're not in Middle-Earth, anyway. This is simply Earth. For some strange reason you're here on our planet." Kat said cheerfully. Upon hearing this the hobbits looked rather startled.
"Where do you say we are?" Merry asked.
"Earth. Specifically we're in France." Kat told him, though it was not an altogether comforting statement.
"This must be some type of evil doing.." Frodo whispered softly to himself, looking at the two girls with distrust.