The Fellowship on roller skates!
A/N: Yes, I know the whole 'Middle Earth on our Earth' idea has been done before, but eh, sue me! Spot the quotes! =^_^= Ps- Boromir is alive in this fic, so he doesn't miss out on the fun. ^_~ Pps- many, many thanks to Cuwen Eledhdil, with whom I discussed the fic with and who gave me loads of ideas for quotes, and suggested putting our beloved Gollum in!
DISCLAIMER: The LotRings plus characters belong to Tolkien, not me! I claim no ownership over them, so don't sue me over that!
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"Gandalf, what are you doing in there???" Frodo was becoming a little concerned for his friend, quite rightly so, as the wizard had locked himself up in a room Frodo had lent him to stay in for four days, without a noise, except random crashes followed by un-hobbitish cussing. Unable to mind his own business any longer, Frodo confronted Gandalf. " I want you to summon the Fellowship here....I think I have found a way of travelling back in time to prevent elves being turned into orcs, and the mortal kings being enslaved by the nine rings. And be quick about it- I dropped my hat in the formula and I want it back NOW!" Frodo did as he was told, feeling puzzled but happy. 'That means no Nazgul..and no more hospital bills for chronic maladies!' The hobbit winced- he remembered pain in his shoulder all too well.
Soon the rest of the Fellowship were gathered around a large hole in the ground, filled with some sort of bubbling green goo. Only Legolas seemed keen on the idea of jumping into the hole.
"Great! That means all elves will remain fair and beautiful. Like me!" Legolas smiled smugly.
"You wish, yer great nancing-" Gimli was cut short by Boromir, to prevent any arguments between the elf and dwarf.
"So who goes first?" He asked, nervously.
"Ooh! Ooh! I will! The goo looks fun!" Pippin bounced up and down, grinning from ear to ear. Sam looked at the hyperactive hobbit suspiciously.
"Has he had any pixie sticks, recently?" he asked Merry.
"I couldn't stop him. Even when I tied him up with rope he still managed to worm his way to the sugar storage box...darn it, I really should remember to throw that thing away."
Whilst the rest of the fellowship bickered about pixie sticks, Pippin tiptoed to the goo-filled hole, and pulled a spare pixie stick form his pocket. He looked from the goo to the sugar, and back again. He grinned and emptied the sugar into the goo, which fizzed and promptly turned pink. Gandalf turned around, to find Pippin grinning and leaning over the now pink goo.
"Fool of a Took, what have you done now?!?!?!?" Everyone except for Gimli and Legolas stopped arguing to see what was going on.
"I don't believe this. First you frighten the wits out of people at Bilbo's party with your accomplice (he glowered at Merry, who shrank back), then you nearly get us all killed in the mines of Moria, and now you totally ruin my plans! You absolute foooooooooooool!!!!!!!!" The rest of the fellowship watched in dismay as Gandalf was sucked into the pink goo: Gimli had pushed Legolas furiously after some insult about his hight, and in turn, Legolas had collided with Gandalf, sending him into the pink abyss. There was an uncomfortable pause.
"...Well, now we have to follow him, right?" Aragorn said after an uncomfortable silence. "Since you pushed him in, Legolas, you go first."
"But I didn't.." Legolas stopped, not wanting to give the snickering Gimli the satisfaction. He stepped towards the edge of the hole. A sudden thought struck him. "But what if the goo dyes my hair????" There was a loud squelch as Gimli pushed the elf into the hole, and Legolas ungracefully toppled in. Next followed the four hobbits, then Boromir, and then Gimli, who got stuck in the hole.
"Aragorn! Help me!" Aragorn sighed. 'Stars, have mercy on us all,' He thought.
"Suck it in!" he advised. The dwarf did as he was told. Just before he was completely engulfed in goo, he called to Aragorn:
"Don't tell the elf about this!" And he was gone. Aragorn slapped his forehead.
"We're doomed...." Then he himself jumped in.
Meanwhile, Gollum slunk into the empty room, and up to the hole. "Those fffilthy hobbitses stole our pixie sticks from us, and we wants it back, preciousssss!" And with that he, too, joined the group.
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A/N: Sorry about it being so short, I hope the next one will be longer. It certainly will be funnier! Please R&R! ~mysticat~ =^_^=
A/N: Yes, I know the whole 'Middle Earth on our Earth' idea has been done before, but eh, sue me! Spot the quotes! =^_^= Ps- Boromir is alive in this fic, so he doesn't miss out on the fun. ^_~ Pps- many, many thanks to Cuwen Eledhdil, with whom I discussed the fic with and who gave me loads of ideas for quotes, and suggested putting our beloved Gollum in!
DISCLAIMER: The LotRings plus characters belong to Tolkien, not me! I claim no ownership over them, so don't sue me over that!
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"Gandalf, what are you doing in there???" Frodo was becoming a little concerned for his friend, quite rightly so, as the wizard had locked himself up in a room Frodo had lent him to stay in for four days, without a noise, except random crashes followed by un-hobbitish cussing. Unable to mind his own business any longer, Frodo confronted Gandalf. " I want you to summon the Fellowship here....I think I have found a way of travelling back in time to prevent elves being turned into orcs, and the mortal kings being enslaved by the nine rings. And be quick about it- I dropped my hat in the formula and I want it back NOW!" Frodo did as he was told, feeling puzzled but happy. 'That means no Nazgul..and no more hospital bills for chronic maladies!' The hobbit winced- he remembered pain in his shoulder all too well.
Soon the rest of the Fellowship were gathered around a large hole in the ground, filled with some sort of bubbling green goo. Only Legolas seemed keen on the idea of jumping into the hole.
"Great! That means all elves will remain fair and beautiful. Like me!" Legolas smiled smugly.
"You wish, yer great nancing-" Gimli was cut short by Boromir, to prevent any arguments between the elf and dwarf.
"So who goes first?" He asked, nervously.
"Ooh! Ooh! I will! The goo looks fun!" Pippin bounced up and down, grinning from ear to ear. Sam looked at the hyperactive hobbit suspiciously.
"Has he had any pixie sticks, recently?" he asked Merry.
"I couldn't stop him. Even when I tied him up with rope he still managed to worm his way to the sugar storage box...darn it, I really should remember to throw that thing away."
Whilst the rest of the fellowship bickered about pixie sticks, Pippin tiptoed to the goo-filled hole, and pulled a spare pixie stick form his pocket. He looked from the goo to the sugar, and back again. He grinned and emptied the sugar into the goo, which fizzed and promptly turned pink. Gandalf turned around, to find Pippin grinning and leaning over the now pink goo.
"Fool of a Took, what have you done now?!?!?!?" Everyone except for Gimli and Legolas stopped arguing to see what was going on.
"I don't believe this. First you frighten the wits out of people at Bilbo's party with your accomplice (he glowered at Merry, who shrank back), then you nearly get us all killed in the mines of Moria, and now you totally ruin my plans! You absolute foooooooooooool!!!!!!!!" The rest of the fellowship watched in dismay as Gandalf was sucked into the pink goo: Gimli had pushed Legolas furiously after some insult about his hight, and in turn, Legolas had collided with Gandalf, sending him into the pink abyss. There was an uncomfortable pause.
"...Well, now we have to follow him, right?" Aragorn said after an uncomfortable silence. "Since you pushed him in, Legolas, you go first."
"But I didn't.." Legolas stopped, not wanting to give the snickering Gimli the satisfaction. He stepped towards the edge of the hole. A sudden thought struck him. "But what if the goo dyes my hair????" There was a loud squelch as Gimli pushed the elf into the hole, and Legolas ungracefully toppled in. Next followed the four hobbits, then Boromir, and then Gimli, who got stuck in the hole.
"Aragorn! Help me!" Aragorn sighed. 'Stars, have mercy on us all,' He thought.
"Suck it in!" he advised. The dwarf did as he was told. Just before he was completely engulfed in goo, he called to Aragorn:
"Don't tell the elf about this!" And he was gone. Aragorn slapped his forehead.
"We're doomed...." Then he himself jumped in.
Meanwhile, Gollum slunk into the empty room, and up to the hole. "Those fffilthy hobbitses stole our pixie sticks from us, and we wants it back, preciousssss!" And with that he, too, joined the group.
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A/N: Sorry about it being so short, I hope the next one will be longer. It certainly will be funnier! Please R&R! ~mysticat~ =^_^=