(A/N) My friend and I, in light of the fact that Math and English are both
very, very tediously boring classes, have been writing this out longhand,
and now my hand is cramped. ...Actually, it's not, but you'd think it would
be, wouldn't you? Hee. Personally, I think we're stupid to be doing it, but
Casey is more dedicated to it than I am and had agreed to type the damn
thing up.
Note to our few readers- This part is from our dear Aragorn's point of view. I didn't want to confuse anyone, or anything. Oh, and the Elvish in this bit, well yes, I did cheat. I'm no where near fluent in Tolkien's language, so stole it from a translator. Don't hate meeee! Translations below.
And now- onward!
(Niko)
Aragorn was having a bad day. After his company had suffered defeat on the snow-swept mountain Caradhras, they had slowly turned back, their hearts heavy, all save for the dwarf. Suddenly, however, a dramatic gust of wind had sprung up from nowhere and swept the entire group off a cliff.
Aragorn had been sure they were all pretty much doomed, because from his point of view the ground looked quite far away, although it was coming closer at a distressingly rapid rate.
And the quite suddenly it wasn't, at least not the same snow-covered ground. He hit the ground, which was now inexplicably covered in soft green grass, and rolled. As he sprung to his feet he looked around. To his left Legolas was standing with his knives out, held to someone's throat. He couldn't tell what they looked like, but they appeared to be a girl.
Standing in front of him, however, was another girl. She had short, dark hair and was wearing very short pants and a tank top. She also looked slightly shocked. His first thought was that she and the other must have done something to have brought them here, and decided to follow Legolas' lead. As he drew his sword and leveled it at her neck, he hoped the Elf knew what he was doing. Beside him, Boromir hit the ground hard, then stood up, and for lack of a better thing to do, drew his sword on the girl.
Legolas was snapping at the girl in front of them, who was trembling visibly. His captive was whimpering and looking hopefully at the sky.
"Ya naa lle?"* He heard Legolas demand. The girl made no answer. "Mani naa essa en lle? Manke naa lle tuulo'?"
She responded by informing him, nervously, that she had no idea what he was saying. Legolas looked angry. Aragorn called over to him.
"N'ndengina he." He was telling him not to kill the girl. He wanted answers, as he was slightly confused. Plus, he felt worse now that the situation was out of his control, and a scapegoat would be really nice right then.
At that point, one of the Hobbits fell out of the sky into the river, drawing his attention. The two captives took advantage of that to break away, running towards a small bridge.
Aragorn and Legolas quickly drew their bows.
"Stop right there!" Boromir boomed. Aragorn made a mental note to inform Boromir that he was NOT the leader, but stopped thinking about that when, abruptly, the Gandalf landed on the bridge, stopping the runners in their tracks. A satisfied smile flitted across his face. There was no escape for the girls now.
As soon as she had a chance, Casey had broken away from the rather sharp looking swords that were distressingly close to her neck. Beside her, Meghan had done the same, darting away from whoever was yelling at them in an odd language. As they ran towards the questionable safety of the bridge, a loud voice commanded them to stop. The girls turned their heads back at the same time to look and abruptly ran into a large grey someone standing on the other side of the bridge.
"Oof!" was Casey's startled reaction. Meghan just stared up, poking her friend sharply in the side. "What?" she asked irritably, wishing Meghan would pay attention to the situation at hand, which involved people threatening them with sharp things. Then she looked up.
Standing, no, looming over them, was a very tall, grey-clad man, looking altogether disgruntled. He was very old, with a long tangled beard, and a drooping felt hat. His eyes showed an aged wisdom, but also a youthful twinkle of amusement.
Looking into his eyes, Meghan was slightly annoyed. He was laughing at them, she could tell. But his face hardened as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. And, with incredible strength, surprising in one so old, he hauled the girls up and dragged them back over to their original captors' feet.
The medium sized one with the straggly black hair was smirking openly at Casey, and the red haired man was hauling a short, squat, dwarf-sized person out of the remains of their picnic basket.
The curly haired creatures that had landed in the river were, at that point, laboriously clambering out. The one who had landed on the other's head- 'Pippin' he had called the one he was sitting on- was already out. Pippin was just about to climb after him when out of the sky fell two large dark haired persons, landing on top of him and tumbling him back into the now-muddy water.
The blonde one was there in a flash, helping them up. "Elladan!" he nodded to one. "And Elrohir!"
They looked questioningly at him and asked him something in some language. He shook his head and gestured towards the girls. They turned to stare at them, and Meghan, in a sudden fit of inspired mischief, stuck her tongue out at them.
"You really don't have any sense of self-preservation, do you?" hissed Casey, eyeing Aragorn nervously. He had his sword out and was circling the girls menacingly.
Then, suddenly, he looked up. "Where's the Ring-Bearer?" he asked of nobody in particular. There was a dead silence.
A small voice came from above them. "I'm in a tree." It sounded plaintive. They all looked up to see a small, disconcerted looking figure with dark, curly hair hanging by his pack high up in the air.
No one said anything. Then Pippin laughed. He was still sitting in the water.
"Pippin," the other curly haired creature began, "Why are you sitting in that river?"
"Because, Merry, every time I start to get out, someone else falls on me," he explained. "I think I'll just wait here for a bit." Merry gave him an odd look, then turned to look at whoever was crashing through the underbrush towards them.
"Sam!" came a glad cry from up in the tree.
"Mr. Frodo? What are you doing in that tree? And why is Master Pippin in the river? And just where Iis/I this place?" The squat little fellow looked confused.
The dark haired man strode over the girls, looking them in the eye(s). "You know Sam, that's a good question." He looked at each of the girls in turn. "What have you done to bring us here?" he demanded.
"What?!" A startled exclamation burst out of Casey. "What are you Italking/I about? You-" She stopped talking because the red haired man was holding a sword over her head again. Meghan spoke up.
"We didn't bring you here. We have no idea how you got here. We don't even know who-" she snuck a glance at the tall blonde. "- Or bwhat/b you are." He narrowed his eyes at her but she swallowed and continued. "You've got a lot of nerve barging in here and battacking/b us. You're- " she stopped and turned to Casey who was poking her.
"Meghan-" she whispered hoarsely. "Look at these people. ILOOK/I at them." Meghan blinked.
"What?" she asked stupidly. Casey pointed to Frodo and uttered one word.
"Hobbit."
(End chapter)
*Translations, respectivly: 'Who are you', 'What is your name', 'Where are you from', and the ever heart-warming 'Don't kill them.'
Revieeeeew! *begs* I need the self-esteem booster. Oh, so far, yes, I have written the whole thing, but next chapter you'll get to sample my dear friend Casey's style of writing, which is much lighter and amusing than mine. (Hee. I make the story move along, she amuses with funny banter. *plaintively* I wish I could write funny banter too!)
Note to our few readers- This part is from our dear Aragorn's point of view. I didn't want to confuse anyone, or anything. Oh, and the Elvish in this bit, well yes, I did cheat. I'm no where near fluent in Tolkien's language, so stole it from a translator. Don't hate meeee! Translations below.
And now- onward!
(Niko)
Aragorn was having a bad day. After his company had suffered defeat on the snow-swept mountain Caradhras, they had slowly turned back, their hearts heavy, all save for the dwarf. Suddenly, however, a dramatic gust of wind had sprung up from nowhere and swept the entire group off a cliff.
Aragorn had been sure they were all pretty much doomed, because from his point of view the ground looked quite far away, although it was coming closer at a distressingly rapid rate.
And the quite suddenly it wasn't, at least not the same snow-covered ground. He hit the ground, which was now inexplicably covered in soft green grass, and rolled. As he sprung to his feet he looked around. To his left Legolas was standing with his knives out, held to someone's throat. He couldn't tell what they looked like, but they appeared to be a girl.
Standing in front of him, however, was another girl. She had short, dark hair and was wearing very short pants and a tank top. She also looked slightly shocked. His first thought was that she and the other must have done something to have brought them here, and decided to follow Legolas' lead. As he drew his sword and leveled it at her neck, he hoped the Elf knew what he was doing. Beside him, Boromir hit the ground hard, then stood up, and for lack of a better thing to do, drew his sword on the girl.
Legolas was snapping at the girl in front of them, who was trembling visibly. His captive was whimpering and looking hopefully at the sky.
"Ya naa lle?"* He heard Legolas demand. The girl made no answer. "Mani naa essa en lle? Manke naa lle tuulo'?"
She responded by informing him, nervously, that she had no idea what he was saying. Legolas looked angry. Aragorn called over to him.
"N'ndengina he." He was telling him not to kill the girl. He wanted answers, as he was slightly confused. Plus, he felt worse now that the situation was out of his control, and a scapegoat would be really nice right then.
At that point, one of the Hobbits fell out of the sky into the river, drawing his attention. The two captives took advantage of that to break away, running towards a small bridge.
Aragorn and Legolas quickly drew their bows.
"Stop right there!" Boromir boomed. Aragorn made a mental note to inform Boromir that he was NOT the leader, but stopped thinking about that when, abruptly, the Gandalf landed on the bridge, stopping the runners in their tracks. A satisfied smile flitted across his face. There was no escape for the girls now.
As soon as she had a chance, Casey had broken away from the rather sharp looking swords that were distressingly close to her neck. Beside her, Meghan had done the same, darting away from whoever was yelling at them in an odd language. As they ran towards the questionable safety of the bridge, a loud voice commanded them to stop. The girls turned their heads back at the same time to look and abruptly ran into a large grey someone standing on the other side of the bridge.
"Oof!" was Casey's startled reaction. Meghan just stared up, poking her friend sharply in the side. "What?" she asked irritably, wishing Meghan would pay attention to the situation at hand, which involved people threatening them with sharp things. Then she looked up.
Standing, no, looming over them, was a very tall, grey-clad man, looking altogether disgruntled. He was very old, with a long tangled beard, and a drooping felt hat. His eyes showed an aged wisdom, but also a youthful twinkle of amusement.
Looking into his eyes, Meghan was slightly annoyed. He was laughing at them, she could tell. But his face hardened as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. And, with incredible strength, surprising in one so old, he hauled the girls up and dragged them back over to their original captors' feet.
The medium sized one with the straggly black hair was smirking openly at Casey, and the red haired man was hauling a short, squat, dwarf-sized person out of the remains of their picnic basket.
The curly haired creatures that had landed in the river were, at that point, laboriously clambering out. The one who had landed on the other's head- 'Pippin' he had called the one he was sitting on- was already out. Pippin was just about to climb after him when out of the sky fell two large dark haired persons, landing on top of him and tumbling him back into the now-muddy water.
The blonde one was there in a flash, helping them up. "Elladan!" he nodded to one. "And Elrohir!"
They looked questioningly at him and asked him something in some language. He shook his head and gestured towards the girls. They turned to stare at them, and Meghan, in a sudden fit of inspired mischief, stuck her tongue out at them.
"You really don't have any sense of self-preservation, do you?" hissed Casey, eyeing Aragorn nervously. He had his sword out and was circling the girls menacingly.
Then, suddenly, he looked up. "Where's the Ring-Bearer?" he asked of nobody in particular. There was a dead silence.
A small voice came from above them. "I'm in a tree." It sounded plaintive. They all looked up to see a small, disconcerted looking figure with dark, curly hair hanging by his pack high up in the air.
No one said anything. Then Pippin laughed. He was still sitting in the water.
"Pippin," the other curly haired creature began, "Why are you sitting in that river?"
"Because, Merry, every time I start to get out, someone else falls on me," he explained. "I think I'll just wait here for a bit." Merry gave him an odd look, then turned to look at whoever was crashing through the underbrush towards them.
"Sam!" came a glad cry from up in the tree.
"Mr. Frodo? What are you doing in that tree? And why is Master Pippin in the river? And just where Iis/I this place?" The squat little fellow looked confused.
The dark haired man strode over the girls, looking them in the eye(s). "You know Sam, that's a good question." He looked at each of the girls in turn. "What have you done to bring us here?" he demanded.
"What?!" A startled exclamation burst out of Casey. "What are you Italking/I about? You-" She stopped talking because the red haired man was holding a sword over her head again. Meghan spoke up.
"We didn't bring you here. We have no idea how you got here. We don't even know who-" she snuck a glance at the tall blonde. "- Or bwhat/b you are." He narrowed his eyes at her but she swallowed and continued. "You've got a lot of nerve barging in here and battacking/b us. You're- " she stopped and turned to Casey who was poking her.
"Meghan-" she whispered hoarsely. "Look at these people. ILOOK/I at them." Meghan blinked.
"What?" she asked stupidly. Casey pointed to Frodo and uttered one word.
"Hobbit."
(End chapter)
*Translations, respectivly: 'Who are you', 'What is your name', 'Where are you from', and the ever heart-warming 'Don't kill them.'
Revieeeeew! *begs* I need the self-esteem booster. Oh, so far, yes, I have written the whole thing, but next chapter you'll get to sample my dear friend Casey's style of writing, which is much lighter and amusing than mine. (Hee. I make the story move along, she amuses with funny banter. *plaintively* I wish I could write funny banter too!)