(A/N from Meghan: ff.net hates me, and will not allow me to use italics or
punctuation, and tends to mash paragraphs together, no matter how nicely I
had it edited in Word. Sorry!
There's some ...Uh... Odd.... little notes periodically thoughout. Enjoy them- we wrote this section of the story at THREE IN THE MORNING while Molly laughed at the wall. We were all VERY tired. The notes reflect our state of mind at the time. Bwah hah. Thanks to Cas for typing all forty pages of what we have so far. (Not THIS chapter. We're breaking it up in bits.) You have too much patience, hun!) I LOVE YOU ALL! Hee.
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"OK, maybe you didn't bring us here. But I still don't trust you," Aragorn told Casey. He paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off the girls. Behind him, an ugly little man that Boromir addressed as Gimli clambered out of the picnic basket, which he had fallen on and destroyed.
"Lovely," Casey muttered. "That really helps."
"I say we tie them up until we decide what to do." The little man said. There was a general murmur of agreement. Casey recognized him as the Dwarf and hissed at him. Then his statement sunk in.
"What?" Casey shrieked. "You can't tie us up! We didn't DO anything!" She stamped her foot angrily.
"Can you prove it?" Aragorn demanded, smirking again.
"Well, no, but-" She trailed off.
"Then." He motioned for Boromir to tie her up. She screamed in irritation as he tied her hands behind her back but didn't try to resist. They tied the still unconscious Meghan's hands as well and left them with Legolas, Merry and Pippin.
Merry was looking at her. "What are you doing here?" He asked suspiciously.
"Excuse me? What am I doing here? This is my world! YOU'RE the ones who just fell out of the sky! What are YOU doing here?"
"We don't have to answer to you!" Pippin insisted. "What are you doing here?"
"ARGH!" Casey screamed. "I LIVE here! What are you doing here?"
"Forget us!" Merry told her. "What are you doing here?"
"Does NOTHING get to those mushroom-addled brains of yours?" Casey screamed. "I'm supposed to be here! What are you doing here?" So it went back and forth from Casey to Merry to Casey to Pippin and back to Casey again. That's what Meghan woke up to.
Casey and her two genius counterpoints were too busy to notice, and Legolas was busy staring at the local foliage in consternation. Meghan decided to take advantage of the situation to sort things out as best she could. However, after about a minute of considering their situation, she got a headache and decided to sit up.
As she did, she realized there was a problem. "There are pine needles in my hair, and I want them OUT!" she informed everyone, who ignored her, except for Pippin, who was waiting for Merry and Casey to finish so he could talk.
He knelt down beside her. "Hello," he said in his lilting accent.
She blinked laconically at him. "Could you kindly get these pine needles out of my hair?" She drawled.
"Sure I could!" he obliged. "Do you have any food?"
She frowned. "There was some in the picnic basket, but it's not in very good shape anymore. See if you can find anything."
He grinned, "Thanks!" and went to rummage in the wreckage of the basket.
Suddenly Legolas calmly announced. "We are no longer in Middle Earth."
Casey paused in her argument. "That's what I've been TELLING you people!" she reproached, and promptly sat down to sulk.
"So what genius observation prompted that startling remark?" asked Meghan dryly. He ignored her tone and gestured at the trees.
"These trees... Are subtly different from those of our land."
"Really?" asked Meghan, who like trees so much she cried when people talked about cutting them down.
"Yes."
Meghan rolled her eyes. "That explains so much."
"Really, now." Casey agreed. From a distance, the tiny group heard a squeal of tires and a rather loud crunching sound. A few seconds later, a wild-eyed Aragorn and some very disturbed looking elves burst into the area, followed by Sam.
"The metal dragon! It-it-" he stuttered and the elves nervously fingered their bows, looking around like they expected the ground to rise up and eat them. At that point, neither Meghan nor Casey would be all that surprised if it did.
"I'm assuming that was a car?" Casey whispered to her friend, who discreetly kicked her.
"Well, have we established that we're not evil and only want to help you?" asked Meghan laconically, giving rise to a few odd stares.
Gandalf walked over, leaning heavily on his staff. "Do you truly wish to help us?" his eyes bored into hers, searching her face for her intent.
"... Yes," Casey answered, although she didn't sound completely confident.
Aragorn leaned down. "Would you swear?"
"Yes. I don't go back on what I say!" said Casey indignantly.
"Uh... Casey...." Meghan said warningly.
"What are we going to do, just leave them here? Think about it." she told Meghan then turned to Aragorn. "Yes. I would swear." She told him.
"Then swear," he said, his look serious. Casey knew they placed great importance on these things. (A/N from Casey: Don't ask why. She just did. Meighan wrote this part at one a.m. listening to tango music, so it doesn't make much sense. I think her exact words were ' I'm writing this originally longhand at one o'clock listening to tango music so EXCUSE ME if my sentence(sic) [which she spelled wrong! HA!] is fucked. Thank you.)
Beside her, Meghan looked worried. "Uh." was her exact statement. Casey was glaring at Aragorn.
"Fine. I swear to do whatever I can to help you-all of you-figure out why you're here and to get you home."
Meghan sighed. "Nice job." Haldir looked at her.
"And will you, too, swear?"
Legolas added, "We will hold you to your promises."
She stuck her chin in the air. "I'm well aware of that, Greenleaf." She said in an unreadable tone. "Elves aren't the only race that comprehends honour. And so then I swear to help you home. We will do all in our power-"
"-Although that's not a lot!" Casey chirruped.
"-To help. Happy?" Meghan finished.
"Yes."
"Good. Stupid elves," she muttered bitterly, and plopped onto a log, fiddling with her messy dark hair.
There was a long pause. "So," said Casey in a bright voice, "Gonna untie us now? 'Cause I can't feel my fingers anymore, and we need to figure out a way to get you the hell out of here. Ah-" she began as Aragorn drew his knife and walked over to cut her bonds. "Not you. I don't trust you."
The younger of the twin elves laughed and stepped forwards while Boromir undid Meghan's hands.
"And now," Casey continued, "Someone really ought to get Frodo out of that tree."
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(A/N from Meghan: Poor Frodo. Hee. Review? YAY!)
There's some ...Uh... Odd.... little notes periodically thoughout. Enjoy them- we wrote this section of the story at THREE IN THE MORNING while Molly laughed at the wall. We were all VERY tired. The notes reflect our state of mind at the time. Bwah hah. Thanks to Cas for typing all forty pages of what we have so far. (Not THIS chapter. We're breaking it up in bits.) You have too much patience, hun!) I LOVE YOU ALL! Hee.
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"OK, maybe you didn't bring us here. But I still don't trust you," Aragorn told Casey. He paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off the girls. Behind him, an ugly little man that Boromir addressed as Gimli clambered out of the picnic basket, which he had fallen on and destroyed.
"Lovely," Casey muttered. "That really helps."
"I say we tie them up until we decide what to do." The little man said. There was a general murmur of agreement. Casey recognized him as the Dwarf and hissed at him. Then his statement sunk in.
"What?" Casey shrieked. "You can't tie us up! We didn't DO anything!" She stamped her foot angrily.
"Can you prove it?" Aragorn demanded, smirking again.
"Well, no, but-" She trailed off.
"Then." He motioned for Boromir to tie her up. She screamed in irritation as he tied her hands behind her back but didn't try to resist. They tied the still unconscious Meghan's hands as well and left them with Legolas, Merry and Pippin.
Merry was looking at her. "What are you doing here?" He asked suspiciously.
"Excuse me? What am I doing here? This is my world! YOU'RE the ones who just fell out of the sky! What are YOU doing here?"
"We don't have to answer to you!" Pippin insisted. "What are you doing here?"
"ARGH!" Casey screamed. "I LIVE here! What are you doing here?"
"Forget us!" Merry told her. "What are you doing here?"
"Does NOTHING get to those mushroom-addled brains of yours?" Casey screamed. "I'm supposed to be here! What are you doing here?" So it went back and forth from Casey to Merry to Casey to Pippin and back to Casey again. That's what Meghan woke up to.
Casey and her two genius counterpoints were too busy to notice, and Legolas was busy staring at the local foliage in consternation. Meghan decided to take advantage of the situation to sort things out as best she could. However, after about a minute of considering their situation, she got a headache and decided to sit up.
As she did, she realized there was a problem. "There are pine needles in my hair, and I want them OUT!" she informed everyone, who ignored her, except for Pippin, who was waiting for Merry and Casey to finish so he could talk.
He knelt down beside her. "Hello," he said in his lilting accent.
She blinked laconically at him. "Could you kindly get these pine needles out of my hair?" She drawled.
"Sure I could!" he obliged. "Do you have any food?"
She frowned. "There was some in the picnic basket, but it's not in very good shape anymore. See if you can find anything."
He grinned, "Thanks!" and went to rummage in the wreckage of the basket.
Suddenly Legolas calmly announced. "We are no longer in Middle Earth."
Casey paused in her argument. "That's what I've been TELLING you people!" she reproached, and promptly sat down to sulk.
"So what genius observation prompted that startling remark?" asked Meghan dryly. He ignored her tone and gestured at the trees.
"These trees... Are subtly different from those of our land."
"Really?" asked Meghan, who like trees so much she cried when people talked about cutting them down.
"Yes."
Meghan rolled her eyes. "That explains so much."
"Really, now." Casey agreed. From a distance, the tiny group heard a squeal of tires and a rather loud crunching sound. A few seconds later, a wild-eyed Aragorn and some very disturbed looking elves burst into the area, followed by Sam.
"The metal dragon! It-it-" he stuttered and the elves nervously fingered their bows, looking around like they expected the ground to rise up and eat them. At that point, neither Meghan nor Casey would be all that surprised if it did.
"I'm assuming that was a car?" Casey whispered to her friend, who discreetly kicked her.
"Well, have we established that we're not evil and only want to help you?" asked Meghan laconically, giving rise to a few odd stares.
Gandalf walked over, leaning heavily on his staff. "Do you truly wish to help us?" his eyes bored into hers, searching her face for her intent.
"... Yes," Casey answered, although she didn't sound completely confident.
Aragorn leaned down. "Would you swear?"
"Yes. I don't go back on what I say!" said Casey indignantly.
"Uh... Casey...." Meghan said warningly.
"What are we going to do, just leave them here? Think about it." she told Meghan then turned to Aragorn. "Yes. I would swear." She told him.
"Then swear," he said, his look serious. Casey knew they placed great importance on these things. (A/N from Casey: Don't ask why. She just did. Meighan wrote this part at one a.m. listening to tango music, so it doesn't make much sense. I think her exact words were ' I'm writing this originally longhand at one o'clock listening to tango music so EXCUSE ME if my sentence(sic) [which she spelled wrong! HA!] is fucked. Thank you.)
Beside her, Meghan looked worried. "Uh." was her exact statement. Casey was glaring at Aragorn.
"Fine. I swear to do whatever I can to help you-all of you-figure out why you're here and to get you home."
Meghan sighed. "Nice job." Haldir looked at her.
"And will you, too, swear?"
Legolas added, "We will hold you to your promises."
She stuck her chin in the air. "I'm well aware of that, Greenleaf." She said in an unreadable tone. "Elves aren't the only race that comprehends honour. And so then I swear to help you home. We will do all in our power-"
"-Although that's not a lot!" Casey chirruped.
"-To help. Happy?" Meghan finished.
"Yes."
"Good. Stupid elves," she muttered bitterly, and plopped onto a log, fiddling with her messy dark hair.
There was a long pause. "So," said Casey in a bright voice, "Gonna untie us now? 'Cause I can't feel my fingers anymore, and we need to figure out a way to get you the hell out of here. Ah-" she began as Aragorn drew his knife and walked over to cut her bonds. "Not you. I don't trust you."
The younger of the twin elves laughed and stepped forwards while Boromir undid Meghan's hands.
"And now," Casey continued, "Someone really ought to get Frodo out of that tree."
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(A/N from Meghan: Poor Frodo. Hee. Review? YAY!)