A/N: Imprisoned in Cork, yesh! TWINKIES ROCK! HEE HEE! Laurel, you ARE in
the story... mwahahahaha! Sunrunner of Summer, thankies for reviewing,
you've reviewed like twenty times, thankies! *huggles everyone* Thankies
LadySiri! *huggles her too* I didn't know I could be so funny... *gets a
teared up* LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! *hits nose on the computer* --Er--...
um... . Did anyone see that?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's characters except for me, because obviously I gotta own me.
Follow Your Nose & Eww Orcs
I got up and grabbed the sword that I took from the floor. Just then, I heard Merry say, "Oh, he remembered!" And I mouthed what Gandalf was going to say.
"No, but the air doesn't smell do foul here. If in doubt, Merriadoc, always follow your nose." Gandalf said. Legolas looked at me and raised a brow. When the others passed us, Legolas grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me.
"You know something. Ever since you got here, I've noticed that you know a little too much. You also didn't run out of the caves. And not alot of humans know Elvish."
"Well... I... I... We're going to lose the others," I said, running away from him and entering Dwarrowdelf. Its coming. The Orc fight. I took a deep breath and caught up to the others. Legolas did the same, but stayed in the back while I stayed close to Gandalf. Ya remember that feeling that you get when you were little and HAD to be with your mom or dad? That's what I was feeling. And since Gandalf was like my pop, well, like the only father figure I've ever had, I clung to his cloak. Everyone was whispering something, but I couldn't make out the words. I didn't bother. I was too busy looking behind us, above us, in front of us, you name it. All of a sudden, Gimli ran into a room.
"Gimli!" Gandalf and I yelled at the same time, and everyone ran after him. Gimli was weeping over a grave thing, which I knew was Balin, his cousin.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." I mouthed as Gandalf spoke, tracing the letters with my fingers. "Its as I feared," he muttered, making Gimli wail more. Gandalf picked up a diary and opened to the last page. He read: "They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming." Then Pippin made that body fall into the well. I gasped and jumped back, falling into another dead body.
"Oh... god..." I muttered as Gandalf said, "Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Here it comes, I thought to myself. Sure enough, I heard drums. I loved Pippin, but that incident just scared the shit out of me. I wanted to hit him. Boromir looked outside, and went back in, two arrows narrowly missing him. Man, that guy attracted arrows, I thought to myself, laughing at my own cruel joke.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir said, as I ran behind Gandalf. I drew my sword. I was going to fight anyways. The Orcs pounded the door down. I lost my sense of hearing and sight and everything. This wasn't going to be easy. I screamed when I saw the Orcs and ran behind the well. I kicked the bodies the hell out of my way and sat down, praying to God to let me out alive. Hold on. I'm in Middle Earth. I should fight! I got up and started waving around, jumping like a maniac, trying to see if an Orc would come. Sure enough, five came. I screamed, not knowing what to do. I sliced two Orcs heads off.
"Naury, two points, Orcs, zero!" I yelled, as I killed the last three. The troll was already in, and it was trying to get Gimli. "Oh no you don't!" I yelled, and ran in front of the troll. Damn, that thing was HUGE. And UGLY. I think I insulted it or something by the look I gave it, because it threw me against the rocks. I screamed in pain, knowing no one would give a shit because Frodo was going to get stabbed in a minute. Sure enough, he got stabbed. And Orc ran over to me and sliced my stomach. I screamed again. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'M ALREADY DOWN! CHEATER! I'M TELLING!" It stopped in surprise, and I sliced off its head. I walked over to Frodo in pain, because my stomach has just been sliced open and I've been flung at the rock walls. I fell on Legolas, who caught me.
"You're hurt.." he muttered. And I rolled my eyes.
"No shit! That stupid mother fucking Orc sliced my shirt! MY SHIRT! I love this shirt! Stupid mother fucker. He smelled bad too." I babbled, not really knowing what the hell I was saying. I looked at Frodo, who showed his Mithril. "HOW COME I DIDN'T GET THAT?!" I yelled, but no one listened because of the stupid Goblins.
A/N: jo0 like?! Well, the new story, From Movies to Falling, isn't done yet. I'm at... chapter two on the computer, chapter four on paper. As you can see, it would've been done sooner, but, I need to end this story, and then post up the other one. I'm doing two stories at the same time... tis hard.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's characters except for me, because obviously I gotta own me.
Follow Your Nose & Eww Orcs
I got up and grabbed the sword that I took from the floor. Just then, I heard Merry say, "Oh, he remembered!" And I mouthed what Gandalf was going to say.
"No, but the air doesn't smell do foul here. If in doubt, Merriadoc, always follow your nose." Gandalf said. Legolas looked at me and raised a brow. When the others passed us, Legolas grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me.
"You know something. Ever since you got here, I've noticed that you know a little too much. You also didn't run out of the caves. And not alot of humans know Elvish."
"Well... I... I... We're going to lose the others," I said, running away from him and entering Dwarrowdelf. Its coming. The Orc fight. I took a deep breath and caught up to the others. Legolas did the same, but stayed in the back while I stayed close to Gandalf. Ya remember that feeling that you get when you were little and HAD to be with your mom or dad? That's what I was feeling. And since Gandalf was like my pop, well, like the only father figure I've ever had, I clung to his cloak. Everyone was whispering something, but I couldn't make out the words. I didn't bother. I was too busy looking behind us, above us, in front of us, you name it. All of a sudden, Gimli ran into a room.
"Gimli!" Gandalf and I yelled at the same time, and everyone ran after him. Gimli was weeping over a grave thing, which I knew was Balin, his cousin.
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria." I mouthed as Gandalf spoke, tracing the letters with my fingers. "Its as I feared," he muttered, making Gimli wail more. Gandalf picked up a diary and opened to the last page. He read: "They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming." Then Pippin made that body fall into the well. I gasped and jumped back, falling into another dead body.
"Oh... god..." I muttered as Gandalf said, "Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity." Here it comes, I thought to myself. Sure enough, I heard drums. I loved Pippin, but that incident just scared the shit out of me. I wanted to hit him. Boromir looked outside, and went back in, two arrows narrowly missing him. Man, that guy attracted arrows, I thought to myself, laughing at my own cruel joke.
"They have a cave troll," Boromir said, as I ran behind Gandalf. I drew my sword. I was going to fight anyways. The Orcs pounded the door down. I lost my sense of hearing and sight and everything. This wasn't going to be easy. I screamed when I saw the Orcs and ran behind the well. I kicked the bodies the hell out of my way and sat down, praying to God to let me out alive. Hold on. I'm in Middle Earth. I should fight! I got up and started waving around, jumping like a maniac, trying to see if an Orc would come. Sure enough, five came. I screamed, not knowing what to do. I sliced two Orcs heads off.
"Naury, two points, Orcs, zero!" I yelled, as I killed the last three. The troll was already in, and it was trying to get Gimli. "Oh no you don't!" I yelled, and ran in front of the troll. Damn, that thing was HUGE. And UGLY. I think I insulted it or something by the look I gave it, because it threw me against the rocks. I screamed in pain, knowing no one would give a shit because Frodo was going to get stabbed in a minute. Sure enough, he got stabbed. And Orc ran over to me and sliced my stomach. I screamed again. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'M ALREADY DOWN! CHEATER! I'M TELLING!" It stopped in surprise, and I sliced off its head. I walked over to Frodo in pain, because my stomach has just been sliced open and I've been flung at the rock walls. I fell on Legolas, who caught me.
"You're hurt.." he muttered. And I rolled my eyes.
"No shit! That stupid mother fucking Orc sliced my shirt! MY SHIRT! I love this shirt! Stupid mother fucker. He smelled bad too." I babbled, not really knowing what the hell I was saying. I looked at Frodo, who showed his Mithril. "HOW COME I DIDN'T GET THAT?!" I yelled, but no one listened because of the stupid Goblins.
A/N: jo0 like?! Well, the new story, From Movies to Falling, isn't done yet. I'm at... chapter two on the computer, chapter four on paper. As you can see, it would've been done sooner, but, I need to end this story, and then post up the other one. I'm doing two stories at the same time... tis hard.
