Note: Yes, I did forget the disclaimer last time. The fanfiction server doesn't seem to like it when I replace the first chapter, so until that gets fixed there won't be one. Here you go.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Lord of the Rings. They are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and his family. I don't even own me. My parents do. So... enh.
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Dream 2 -- Elrond and the Sharpie Marker
Sometime in the afternoon, I was walking in my backyard with my friend Maggie. There was an apple tree, which was odd since, well, there isn't an apple tree in my yard.
Anyway, for some reason I wanted a pear. Maggie said, "There are no pears in Middle-Earth."
I looked kind of sad and said, "Oh."
Maggie had a solution. She told me that if I wanted a pear, I should pick an apple, write the word "PEAR" on it in permanent marker, then put it back in the apple tree. The next morning I would have a pear.
It just so happened that I didn't have a permanent marker. Aww. Well, no problem. Suddenly, Elrond appeared. He was wearing one of those ugly jogging suits - you know, grey sweatshirt, grey sweatpants - along with his crown thingy. Picture that for a moment.
I say hello and ask Elrond, freaking lord of Rivendell, if he has a permanent marker. Before I can actually *say* permanent marker, a Sharpie appears in his hand.
He's smiling, so I take it. "Wow..."
About then, I remember that I should be polite, but Elrond is walking towards my house. In some kind of desperate attempt to do something... ANYTHING... I say, "Goodbye, Mr. Anderson!" really loudly.
Ohh. Elrond stops, and I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my neck. Ouch.
"Ah, that wasn't funny, was it?"
He says he simply wasn't expecting it and starts walking again.
Suddenly, I run after him and starts talking about Agent Smith and his coolness. Even though it was Elrond.
I never did get that pear.
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Well? Am I crazy? Mmmyep.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Lord of the Rings. They are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and his family. I don't even own me. My parents do. So... enh.
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Dream 2 -- Elrond and the Sharpie Marker
Sometime in the afternoon, I was walking in my backyard with my friend Maggie. There was an apple tree, which was odd since, well, there isn't an apple tree in my yard.
Anyway, for some reason I wanted a pear. Maggie said, "There are no pears in Middle-Earth."
I looked kind of sad and said, "Oh."
Maggie had a solution. She told me that if I wanted a pear, I should pick an apple, write the word "PEAR" on it in permanent marker, then put it back in the apple tree. The next morning I would have a pear.
It just so happened that I didn't have a permanent marker. Aww. Well, no problem. Suddenly, Elrond appeared. He was wearing one of those ugly jogging suits - you know, grey sweatshirt, grey sweatpants - along with his crown thingy. Picture that for a moment.
I say hello and ask Elrond, freaking lord of Rivendell, if he has a permanent marker. Before I can actually *say* permanent marker, a Sharpie appears in his hand.
He's smiling, so I take it. "Wow..."
About then, I remember that I should be polite, but Elrond is walking towards my house. In some kind of desperate attempt to do something... ANYTHING... I say, "Goodbye, Mr. Anderson!" really loudly.
Ohh. Elrond stops, and I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my neck. Ouch.
"Ah, that wasn't funny, was it?"
He says he simply wasn't expecting it and starts walking again.
Suddenly, I run after him and starts talking about Agent Smith and his coolness. Even though it was Elrond.
I never did get that pear.
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Well? Am I crazy? Mmmyep.