A School Version of The Lord of The Rings
A/N: Wow! I've never ever thought about to write a school version of LoTR. Until one day, my friend suggested me to write a school version of LoTR. so... Here it is!
Disclaimer: you all know the main idea of why we need a disclaimer when writing a fanfic and how! So, here I am: " I, own, nothing." There!
Chapter One
The Preparations
The street was riproarious, smoky and dizzying. The cars or better call those "carriages" were the sources of noises. High pitch and low pitch and medium pitch were spurted people's ears. Cries, laughters, screamings, and yo-heave-ho were filled up the entire spaces. The riproarious, smoky and dizzying street was called The Genius Street, and nearby the street, was the best of bests school in the whole continent of Middle Earth, and it was called as "The Perfection School". And this day, this riproariou, smoky and dizzying day (does anyone use "riproariou", "smoky", or "dizzying" kind of words to describe a "day"? Perhaps my hands just prefer these sorts of words?) was ridiculously called as "The New Year". Maybe an academic "New Year" for Genius lives in Perfection life styles? And the answer is definitely "no". The real reason for this "New Year" was that day was the sign up day for "The Perfection School".
A carriage on the right side of the Genius Street, near the gate of The Perfection School, enchased by sapphire and some other rare diamonds, was own by the host of Lothlorien-Galadriel. She was sitting in her exquisite carriage enjoyed the contaminative air of the Genius Street and complained about the "slowliness" her servants in the same time.
"Come on, the time's running out," Galadriel complained her servants as she enjoyed the contaminative air of the Genius Street and prettified her long nails, "you don't want your venerable queen's marks less than others, do you?"
"Right..." The servant answered painfully as the weight of the vat full of water slowly tortured him on his back.
About one hundred and one point one one one meters behind Galadriel's exquisite carriage, there was a hamburger shaped carriage along the sideway (does Middle Earth have hamburger? Most likely it's some sort of unofficial history.), no wonder, it was the carriage of Hobbit.
"Hey, Pip, anything left? I'm starving!" Merry cried out aloud, whose stomach was torturing him to dead.
"Ha! Why not ask yourself? You've brought nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine kilogram food for your three days of traveling, and you ate them at once. How can I help you now?" Pippin mocked at Merry, and suddenly remembered his one thousand kilograms (which was one ton of course. Really, mortal and Hobbit are different races after all, so, there are little bit of difficulties of understanding the "languages" of Hobbits.) of food was left no more either, but for his reputation, Pippin swallowed the words.
"Ah! Master Merry! How I admire your capability of eating, and the craziness when you are dancing and singing. Food, isn't only the filling of your precious stomach, because it is also a filling of your precious mouth of teeth. Eating, isn't only the process of putting food into your mouth, because it is also a sport and exercise for your thoughts. So, keep your eating styles going on, you will be the star of the town!" Samwise Gamgee was certainly enjoy his opinions at food and eating, who wrote lots and lots of poems and articles about the philosophy and the real meaning of eating.
"Great poem, Sam!" Frodo handclapped cheerfully when Sam finished the first paragraph of his speech of eating.
"You are jumping and falling, jumping and falling, and jumping again, and falling again into the lures of food.." Sam continued and Frodo was still cheer for his faithful gardener.
In the end of the year, Sam got the award of The Biggest Poem Star This Year-Gastrology Section. But that was afterwards, and it's not the main point of this story!
Back to business, on the opposite sideway of where the Hobbits were, sat under a tree with fifteen thousand six hundred and seventy-nine leaves on it was Gandalf the White, who was blowing his fabulous smoke-ring in the shape of Saruman. As Gandalf delightedly looked at his masterpiece, he smiled evily. BANG! Saruman, ah, I mean the Saruman smoke ring exploded into pieces.. Gandalf laughed insanely at his great "firework".
"Worm! Come here!"
"Worm! Go there!"
"Worm! Do this!"
"Worm! Do that!"
Well, no need to explain, you all know who this is, but the problem is, I still have to mention his name in the following paragraphs.
Saruman the White was drafting his What'zit Machine on a blank paper, and was blowing out the smoke-rings in the shape of the Fellowship. BANG! BANG! BANG! The Fellowship vanished into smokes. Well, they were smoke-rings anyways. Saruman mocked at the "frail" Fellowhip mental disorderly.
The above seven persons are the typical ones. And where were Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, Elrond and lots more? Maybe this is a suitable answer: they were still on their way to the "The Perfection School", and were marching in the terrible sandstorm of Gondor.
A/N: Wow! I've never ever thought about to write a school version of LoTR. Until one day, my friend suggested me to write a school version of LoTR. so... Here it is!
Disclaimer: you all know the main idea of why we need a disclaimer when writing a fanfic and how! So, here I am: " I, own, nothing." There!
Chapter One
The Preparations
The street was riproarious, smoky and dizzying. The cars or better call those "carriages" were the sources of noises. High pitch and low pitch and medium pitch were spurted people's ears. Cries, laughters, screamings, and yo-heave-ho were filled up the entire spaces. The riproarious, smoky and dizzying street was called The Genius Street, and nearby the street, was the best of bests school in the whole continent of Middle Earth, and it was called as "The Perfection School". And this day, this riproariou, smoky and dizzying day (does anyone use "riproariou", "smoky", or "dizzying" kind of words to describe a "day"? Perhaps my hands just prefer these sorts of words?) was ridiculously called as "The New Year". Maybe an academic "New Year" for Genius lives in Perfection life styles? And the answer is definitely "no". The real reason for this "New Year" was that day was the sign up day for "The Perfection School".
A carriage on the right side of the Genius Street, near the gate of The Perfection School, enchased by sapphire and some other rare diamonds, was own by the host of Lothlorien-Galadriel. She was sitting in her exquisite carriage enjoyed the contaminative air of the Genius Street and complained about the "slowliness" her servants in the same time.
"Come on, the time's running out," Galadriel complained her servants as she enjoyed the contaminative air of the Genius Street and prettified her long nails, "you don't want your venerable queen's marks less than others, do you?"
"Right..." The servant answered painfully as the weight of the vat full of water slowly tortured him on his back.
About one hundred and one point one one one meters behind Galadriel's exquisite carriage, there was a hamburger shaped carriage along the sideway (does Middle Earth have hamburger? Most likely it's some sort of unofficial history.), no wonder, it was the carriage of Hobbit.
"Hey, Pip, anything left? I'm starving!" Merry cried out aloud, whose stomach was torturing him to dead.
"Ha! Why not ask yourself? You've brought nine thousand and nine hundred and ninety-nine kilogram food for your three days of traveling, and you ate them at once. How can I help you now?" Pippin mocked at Merry, and suddenly remembered his one thousand kilograms (which was one ton of course. Really, mortal and Hobbit are different races after all, so, there are little bit of difficulties of understanding the "languages" of Hobbits.) of food was left no more either, but for his reputation, Pippin swallowed the words.
"Ah! Master Merry! How I admire your capability of eating, and the craziness when you are dancing and singing. Food, isn't only the filling of your precious stomach, because it is also a filling of your precious mouth of teeth. Eating, isn't only the process of putting food into your mouth, because it is also a sport and exercise for your thoughts. So, keep your eating styles going on, you will be the star of the town!" Samwise Gamgee was certainly enjoy his opinions at food and eating, who wrote lots and lots of poems and articles about the philosophy and the real meaning of eating.
"Great poem, Sam!" Frodo handclapped cheerfully when Sam finished the first paragraph of his speech of eating.
"You are jumping and falling, jumping and falling, and jumping again, and falling again into the lures of food.." Sam continued and Frodo was still cheer for his faithful gardener.
In the end of the year, Sam got the award of The Biggest Poem Star This Year-Gastrology Section. But that was afterwards, and it's not the main point of this story!
Back to business, on the opposite sideway of where the Hobbits were, sat under a tree with fifteen thousand six hundred and seventy-nine leaves on it was Gandalf the White, who was blowing his fabulous smoke-ring in the shape of Saruman. As Gandalf delightedly looked at his masterpiece, he smiled evily. BANG! Saruman, ah, I mean the Saruman smoke ring exploded into pieces.. Gandalf laughed insanely at his great "firework".
"Worm! Come here!"
"Worm! Go there!"
"Worm! Do this!"
"Worm! Do that!"
Well, no need to explain, you all know who this is, but the problem is, I still have to mention his name in the following paragraphs.
Saruman the White was drafting his What'zit Machine on a blank paper, and was blowing out the smoke-rings in the shape of the Fellowship. BANG! BANG! BANG! The Fellowship vanished into smokes. Well, they were smoke-rings anyways. Saruman mocked at the "frail" Fellowhip mental disorderly.
The above seven persons are the typical ones. And where were Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, Elrond and lots more? Maybe this is a suitable answer: they were still on their way to the "The Perfection School", and were marching in the terrible sandstorm of Gondor.