Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my idea for this story and
acouple pieces of loosleaf paper. Tory and Ali Mess with LOTR (which
is also posted on fanfiction.net) belongs to guess who? Tory and Ali.
LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. Hotness belongs to Legolas. Ok um I
hope you like the story.
Bang! A sudden flash of white light woke me up from my sleep. One
second I was sleeping with my head propped up against the
computer reading Chapter 8 of Tory and Ali Mess Wit LOTR and the
next I was spinning through the air. All of a sudden I landed on cold
hard stone. I looked around me and realized I was surrounded by
orcs....wait a second! ORCS?!?!?! I began to realize what happened.
" Oh, Shi-" I muttered not having time to finish my curse since about 50
orcs were running towards me spears pointed. Then I realized
something. I decided that this was probably the battle of Helms
Deep. If I in Tory and Ali's story then they must be around here
somewhere. I didn't have time to look for them now, the orcs were
still running at me. I didn't have anything to fight them with. It was
then that I realized I was holding something made of cool, smooth
metal. (Probably at this point in the story you think that I am holding
a sword, however you will have to realized that you are very wrong.)
I looked down at my hands. I was holding a frying pan.
"Oh, God. Why Me?" I thought. But then an insane idea sprung up in
my head. Now this wouldn't be the first time I have had an insane
idea. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to
take my entire, queen sized, four postered bed apart. So I did.
Anyway, I took a firm grasp on my frying pan and ran at the orcs.
Now this was the last thing they expected so they either were frozen
in suprise or had fallen over laughing, watching the insane girl run at
them with a common cooking utensil. Luckly I managed to knock
about ten of them out yelling "Die! Die! Die! Ha Ha! You Lose!" In mid
process of knocking out a particularly ugly orc (and that's saying a lot
because the average orc is already extremely ugly) I heard my name
being called. I turned around as my eyes widened in surprise....
acouple pieces of loosleaf paper. Tory and Ali Mess with LOTR (which
is also posted on fanfiction.net) belongs to guess who? Tory and Ali.
LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. Hotness belongs to Legolas. Ok um I
hope you like the story.
Bang! A sudden flash of white light woke me up from my sleep. One
second I was sleeping with my head propped up against the
computer reading Chapter 8 of Tory and Ali Mess Wit LOTR and the
next I was spinning through the air. All of a sudden I landed on cold
hard stone. I looked around me and realized I was surrounded by
orcs....wait a second! ORCS?!?!?! I began to realize what happened.
" Oh, Shi-" I muttered not having time to finish my curse since about 50
orcs were running towards me spears pointed. Then I realized
something. I decided that this was probably the battle of Helms
Deep. If I in Tory and Ali's story then they must be around here
somewhere. I didn't have time to look for them now, the orcs were
still running at me. I didn't have anything to fight them with. It was
then that I realized I was holding something made of cool, smooth
metal. (Probably at this point in the story you think that I am holding
a sword, however you will have to realized that you are very wrong.)
I looked down at my hands. I was holding a frying pan.
"Oh, God. Why Me?" I thought. But then an insane idea sprung up in
my head. Now this wouldn't be the first time I have had an insane
idea. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to
take my entire, queen sized, four postered bed apart. So I did.
Anyway, I took a firm grasp on my frying pan and ran at the orcs.
Now this was the last thing they expected so they either were frozen
in suprise or had fallen over laughing, watching the insane girl run at
them with a common cooking utensil. Luckly I managed to knock
about ten of them out yelling "Die! Die! Die! Ha Ha! You Lose!" In mid
process of knocking out a particularly ugly orc (and that's saying a lot
because the average orc is already extremely ugly) I heard my name
being called. I turned around as my eyes widened in surprise....