The Super Troopers take Middle Earth
In the last episode..
____________________ The man standing above her friend was none other than Aragorn II of Middle Earth.
Samantha groaned. "Here we go again..."
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Chapter Two.
"Is it just me, or is there a Ranger and four hobbits standing above me?" Alysha looked questioningly at Samantha. Sammi blinked at her friend, not knowing what happened.
"How did we get here this time? I didn't see any spaceship rides, shimmering portals or funny guys with fairy wands."
"What are you speaking about? You came from the forest, charging in on a fine black steed and the one with strange eyes fell off. And what's a spaceship ride?" Aragorn said.
"Shuddap, Aragorn! This has nothing to do with you."
Aragorn started. "How did you know my true name?" He unsheathed his sword and held it under Alysha's throat. She rolled her eyes and shoved Andru?il out of her face.
"I forgot, he's not called Aragorn until they get to Imaldris. Oh! That means this is Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo! Hullo, Frodo!" Alysha began to rattle in a vain attempt to imitate an Irish accent, but it sounded rather Scottish. Samantha just swung down from Blackjack's back.
"Just call him Strider 'til we get there, Elrond and Gandy will be able to send us home, because I'm not going to miss my competition." She stated firmly. Pippin spoke up:
"Does this mean you're coming with us to Rivendell? Do you have food, like mushrooms, or apples?"
The Super Troopers couldn't keep the giggles down, and they burst out laughing at Pippin's way of thinking through his stomach. Aragorn, ah, Strider, shook his head.
"If your intentions are only to get home, I suppose you can journey with us to see the Elves. I believe the power of protection that Elrond holds over his land will keep you away should your intentions be impure. Do we have a name to call you two ladies by?"
Alysha pointed to Samantha and grunted 'Sammi.' Samantha pointed to Alysha and mumbled 'Loosha.' The hobbits looked confused, as Sam and Sammi was a little too much for their hobbit brains to handle.
Alysha clarified that Samwise and Samantha were two different names, and that if it was easier, they should call Sammi by her last name. (Simpson.)
A horrid shriek spilt the air, and Frodo's hand shot to his breast pocket, where the One Ring was hidden. "Don't touch it Frodo," Samantha hissed. The hobbits shifted uneasily.
"They are the voices of the real Wraiths. They're close; we'll head for the ruin of Amon Sûl on Weathertop. We should have a good vantage point from there. Hurry."
Strider took off at a quick pace, followed quickly by the hobbits and Bill the pony, who'd been socializing with Jack. Sammi jumped up into Jack's saddle and pulled Alysha up behind her. Jack grunted grumpily, and shifted unhappily at Alysha being back up on his back, but behaved, obviously feeling content that Alysha's ego was still bruised from her fall earlier.
Later that night, Frodo went nuts at the other three hobbits and Alysha for making a fire to cook tomato and sausages, while Sammi was sound asleep on a pile of cloaks and backpacks.
"Put it out, you fools, put it out!" Frodo cried, waking Samantha. Alysha looked around and held up her hand. "3.2.1.queue the screech." And a Ringwraith far below made a horrible shrieking sound.
"Go!" yelled Samantha and Frodo at the same time. The six of them bolted to the top of Amon Sûl, standing back to back, waiting for the Wraiths to come up over the lip of the ruins. The hobbits each held a sword that Strider had given to them, Sammi held a frying pan that she'd scooped up from Sam, and Alysha was armed with her freaky eyes, and a burning stick she'd grabbed from the fire before Frodo had the chance to stomp it out.
The Nazgûl did their scary walk-over-the-stairs-out-of-the-mist-thing and drew their swords. Pippin and Merry stumbled to one side, and Sam got tossed by Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl into a pillar, leaving Sammi, Alysha and Frodo to face the Ringwraiths alone.
Alysha glared at them, and one of the Wraiths shuddered visibly.
Sammi swung the frying pan at the head of the nearest Black Rider, and it went straight through, like the hood was totally empty. "Uh-oh, badness," she mumbled.
"Don't you remember the movie, Samantha? FIRE!" And Alysha leapt forward, setting her flaming stick to the robes of three Nazgûl. She cackled insanely and waved the stick in the air. While her back was turned, Frodo had slipped on the Ring and got himself stabbed by Mr. Lord of the Ringwraiths. He pulled the Ring from his finger and howled in pain. Alysha rolled her eyes and began to set the remaining Black-Robed-Loonies on fire.
Strider came barreling over the top of the ruins and with his own torch, set fire to the last Nazgûl, claiming what little glory he could from the incident.
After the Wraiths were gone, Strider hoisted Frodo over his shoulder and the little company ran down the slopes of Weathertop, heading for the Ford. While having a few seconds of rest, Frodo was lain under a broken statue, and was gasping like someone was strangling him, which they soon were, after Alysha and Sammi got pissed off with his pathetic gaping and groaning. They were soon flat on their backs after a blow from Samwise's fry pan.
When they woke, Sam and Strider were looking for the Kingsfoil to stop the poison in Frodo's shoulder from spreading.
"Ooh, ooh, is this the part where Arwen turns up?" asked Samantha excitedly, as she hadn't actually seen all of the Fellowship of the Ring. Alysha, who could almost recite the movie, nodded just as eagerly.
The funny heavenly music came on, and Arwen's strange light could be seen through the trees. Frodo's glazed over eyes widened and he squeaked again. Alysha translated as she remembered from the movie, while Arwen spoke to the hobbit on the ground by the broken statue.
"Frodo, I am Arwen, I've come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light."
Strider leaned across her, and stuffed the Kingsfoil into Frodo's shoulder. "Hey, Strider," Sammi piped up. "There are five Wraiths behind us, and Arwen here doesn't know where the other four are."
Blink, blink.
"Yep. And those two are about to argue about who takes Frodo to Rivendell, in Elvish, of course, but Arwen will win by saying she doesn't fear them." Alysha informed the hobbits. Sure enough, right on queue, Strider and Arwen began to speak softly, in Elvish, and Sammi mouthed along with the Elf-Lady as she said 'I do not fear them.'
"I'm coming with you."
Everyone looked strangely at Sammi. All but Alysha who already knew what her best friend was getting at.
"I can take one of the other hobbits on Jack, and take the Ring, and it will confuse the Ringwraiths. They'll be following Frodo's dark wound at the moment right? So if I come too, with a hobbit also, and the One Ring, it may be enough to confuse them."
Strider and Arwen blinked, unsure of what to say to such a plan.
Frodo gaped again.
Sam and Merry nodded, their hobbit logic finding Samantha's idea quite sensible.
Pippin looked clueless.
Alysha glared at everyone for doubting her friend.
"I suppose it's not a bad idea. But they are looking for a hobbit and an Elf on a horse, not a mortal man," Strider said.
"Well," countered Alysha, "Samantha isn't a man, and that's what hoods are for." And she poked her tongue out at the future king of men. Samantha grabbed Merry and helped him up onto the pommel of the saddle infront of her. They wrapped him in a cloak and put the Ring on a ribbon that they attached to Jack's saddle so that no-one would actually be 'bearing it.'
"Ride hard, don't look back," Strider instructed Arwen and Samantha. Arwen spoke a few words in Elvish to her horse, while Sammi just silently prayed that Jack would behave.
"Go," she said, and the two horses took off at a canter through the trees.
Alysha grabbed her magical bottomless backpack, (Think Mary Poppins.) in which whatever she needed somehow just appeared, slung it over her shoulders, and set off in the general direction the other Super Trooper and the She-elf had ridden.
The black and white horses galloped alongside one another, the two hobbits bouncing uncomfortably, the two female riders sitting tall and comfortably in the saddle, and the Nine Black Riders charging along behind them.
"Look who decided to join us!" Samantha yelled to Arwen, pointing behind them to the Nazgûl.
"We shall split up, I'll take Frodo through the trees, you take Pippin straight ahead, about a mile, and across the river Bruinen. The power of my people will protect you both until I get there."
Samantha nodded and watched as Arwen turned Asfaloth, the elf-horse to the side and disappeared into the trees. Just as she had suspected, the Ringwraiths checked their horses, unsure of which horse with hobbit to follow, as both created a dark shadow with the evil they bore. One bore a shard of a Mordor sword, the other, the One Ring.
Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl screeched at them, and Samantha turned and sent her own piercing cry which could easily rival any fangirl's while in pursuit of Legolas.
The Ringwraiths argued for a bit, before settling to send four after Arwen and Asfaloth, and four after Sammi and Blackjack. Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl just sat back, and took his sweet time getting to the river to yell for the riders to give up their Halflings.
Sammi pulled Jack to a halt on the far side of the Loudwater and waited for Arwen. In the distance she heard motorbike engines, and didn't think anything at first until Merry asked what the strange noise was, and she remembered where she was. Just as she was trying to explain to Merry what an engine was, Asfaloth came charging over the river, with all nine Wraiths in hot pursuit.
The place where Arwen had chosen to cross was too deep for the elf-horse to handle, and they were forced to run parallel to the river. The Ringwraiths screeched horribly as they cut her off, and drew their swords.
The sound of dirt bike engines were growing louder, and seconds later, Alysha, Pippin, Sam and Strider came pelting out of the forest. The dirt bikes terrified the Wraiths' horses, which shied and threw them off, and into the river. Arwen and the bikers rode over the river crossing, and Arwen called the flood to wash away the Wraiths.
Alysha was cackling insanely as she mooned the thoroughly pissed Nazgûl. "Suck that, Black-Robed-Loonies! We wiiiiin, you loooose! Oh yeah!" And she did the happy dance.
"Where'd you get the dirt bikes, Loosha?" Samantha asked her best friend.
"Where else?" She answered.
"Oh, your magical backpack, I should have known."
"Frodo, no! Frodo, not now, don't give in!" Arwen was crying over Frodo, who was doing his best fish-out-of-water impersonation.
Samantha frowned sympathetically, and Alysha rolled her eyes, muttering 'Drama Queen.'
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Well, that was chappie two, please Review and let us know what you think. Next up, we have the Council of Elrond, and our first encounter with the most evil of creatures.. A MARY-SUE!!!! *Eeek! I'm melting!! Nooo!!*
.:~*~:. Peace, out Nimloth and Andu?nië
In the last episode..
____________________ The man standing above her friend was none other than Aragorn II of Middle Earth.
Samantha groaned. "Here we go again..."
____________________
Chapter Two.
"Is it just me, or is there a Ranger and four hobbits standing above me?" Alysha looked questioningly at Samantha. Sammi blinked at her friend, not knowing what happened.
"How did we get here this time? I didn't see any spaceship rides, shimmering portals or funny guys with fairy wands."
"What are you speaking about? You came from the forest, charging in on a fine black steed and the one with strange eyes fell off. And what's a spaceship ride?" Aragorn said.
"Shuddap, Aragorn! This has nothing to do with you."
Aragorn started. "How did you know my true name?" He unsheathed his sword and held it under Alysha's throat. She rolled her eyes and shoved Andru?il out of her face.
"I forgot, he's not called Aragorn until they get to Imaldris. Oh! That means this is Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo! Hullo, Frodo!" Alysha began to rattle in a vain attempt to imitate an Irish accent, but it sounded rather Scottish. Samantha just swung down from Blackjack's back.
"Just call him Strider 'til we get there, Elrond and Gandy will be able to send us home, because I'm not going to miss my competition." She stated firmly. Pippin spoke up:
"Does this mean you're coming with us to Rivendell? Do you have food, like mushrooms, or apples?"
The Super Troopers couldn't keep the giggles down, and they burst out laughing at Pippin's way of thinking through his stomach. Aragorn, ah, Strider, shook his head.
"If your intentions are only to get home, I suppose you can journey with us to see the Elves. I believe the power of protection that Elrond holds over his land will keep you away should your intentions be impure. Do we have a name to call you two ladies by?"
Alysha pointed to Samantha and grunted 'Sammi.' Samantha pointed to Alysha and mumbled 'Loosha.' The hobbits looked confused, as Sam and Sammi was a little too much for their hobbit brains to handle.
Alysha clarified that Samwise and Samantha were two different names, and that if it was easier, they should call Sammi by her last name. (Simpson.)
A horrid shriek spilt the air, and Frodo's hand shot to his breast pocket, where the One Ring was hidden. "Don't touch it Frodo," Samantha hissed. The hobbits shifted uneasily.
"They are the voices of the real Wraiths. They're close; we'll head for the ruin of Amon Sûl on Weathertop. We should have a good vantage point from there. Hurry."
Strider took off at a quick pace, followed quickly by the hobbits and Bill the pony, who'd been socializing with Jack. Sammi jumped up into Jack's saddle and pulled Alysha up behind her. Jack grunted grumpily, and shifted unhappily at Alysha being back up on his back, but behaved, obviously feeling content that Alysha's ego was still bruised from her fall earlier.
Later that night, Frodo went nuts at the other three hobbits and Alysha for making a fire to cook tomato and sausages, while Sammi was sound asleep on a pile of cloaks and backpacks.
"Put it out, you fools, put it out!" Frodo cried, waking Samantha. Alysha looked around and held up her hand. "3.2.1.queue the screech." And a Ringwraith far below made a horrible shrieking sound.
"Go!" yelled Samantha and Frodo at the same time. The six of them bolted to the top of Amon Sûl, standing back to back, waiting for the Wraiths to come up over the lip of the ruins. The hobbits each held a sword that Strider had given to them, Sammi held a frying pan that she'd scooped up from Sam, and Alysha was armed with her freaky eyes, and a burning stick she'd grabbed from the fire before Frodo had the chance to stomp it out.
The Nazgûl did their scary walk-over-the-stairs-out-of-the-mist-thing and drew their swords. Pippin and Merry stumbled to one side, and Sam got tossed by Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl into a pillar, leaving Sammi, Alysha and Frodo to face the Ringwraiths alone.
Alysha glared at them, and one of the Wraiths shuddered visibly.
Sammi swung the frying pan at the head of the nearest Black Rider, and it went straight through, like the hood was totally empty. "Uh-oh, badness," she mumbled.
"Don't you remember the movie, Samantha? FIRE!" And Alysha leapt forward, setting her flaming stick to the robes of three Nazgûl. She cackled insanely and waved the stick in the air. While her back was turned, Frodo had slipped on the Ring and got himself stabbed by Mr. Lord of the Ringwraiths. He pulled the Ring from his finger and howled in pain. Alysha rolled her eyes and began to set the remaining Black-Robed-Loonies on fire.
Strider came barreling over the top of the ruins and with his own torch, set fire to the last Nazgûl, claiming what little glory he could from the incident.
After the Wraiths were gone, Strider hoisted Frodo over his shoulder and the little company ran down the slopes of Weathertop, heading for the Ford. While having a few seconds of rest, Frodo was lain under a broken statue, and was gasping like someone was strangling him, which they soon were, after Alysha and Sammi got pissed off with his pathetic gaping and groaning. They were soon flat on their backs after a blow from Samwise's fry pan.
When they woke, Sam and Strider were looking for the Kingsfoil to stop the poison in Frodo's shoulder from spreading.
"Ooh, ooh, is this the part where Arwen turns up?" asked Samantha excitedly, as she hadn't actually seen all of the Fellowship of the Ring. Alysha, who could almost recite the movie, nodded just as eagerly.
The funny heavenly music came on, and Arwen's strange light could be seen through the trees. Frodo's glazed over eyes widened and he squeaked again. Alysha translated as she remembered from the movie, while Arwen spoke to the hobbit on the ground by the broken statue.
"Frodo, I am Arwen, I've come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light."
Strider leaned across her, and stuffed the Kingsfoil into Frodo's shoulder. "Hey, Strider," Sammi piped up. "There are five Wraiths behind us, and Arwen here doesn't know where the other four are."
Blink, blink.
"Yep. And those two are about to argue about who takes Frodo to Rivendell, in Elvish, of course, but Arwen will win by saying she doesn't fear them." Alysha informed the hobbits. Sure enough, right on queue, Strider and Arwen began to speak softly, in Elvish, and Sammi mouthed along with the Elf-Lady as she said 'I do not fear them.'
"I'm coming with you."
Everyone looked strangely at Sammi. All but Alysha who already knew what her best friend was getting at.
"I can take one of the other hobbits on Jack, and take the Ring, and it will confuse the Ringwraiths. They'll be following Frodo's dark wound at the moment right? So if I come too, with a hobbit also, and the One Ring, it may be enough to confuse them."
Strider and Arwen blinked, unsure of what to say to such a plan.
Frodo gaped again.
Sam and Merry nodded, their hobbit logic finding Samantha's idea quite sensible.
Pippin looked clueless.
Alysha glared at everyone for doubting her friend.
"I suppose it's not a bad idea. But they are looking for a hobbit and an Elf on a horse, not a mortal man," Strider said.
"Well," countered Alysha, "Samantha isn't a man, and that's what hoods are for." And she poked her tongue out at the future king of men. Samantha grabbed Merry and helped him up onto the pommel of the saddle infront of her. They wrapped him in a cloak and put the Ring on a ribbon that they attached to Jack's saddle so that no-one would actually be 'bearing it.'
"Ride hard, don't look back," Strider instructed Arwen and Samantha. Arwen spoke a few words in Elvish to her horse, while Sammi just silently prayed that Jack would behave.
"Go," she said, and the two horses took off at a canter through the trees.
Alysha grabbed her magical bottomless backpack, (Think Mary Poppins.) in which whatever she needed somehow just appeared, slung it over her shoulders, and set off in the general direction the other Super Trooper and the She-elf had ridden.
The black and white horses galloped alongside one another, the two hobbits bouncing uncomfortably, the two female riders sitting tall and comfortably in the saddle, and the Nine Black Riders charging along behind them.
"Look who decided to join us!" Samantha yelled to Arwen, pointing behind them to the Nazgûl.
"We shall split up, I'll take Frodo through the trees, you take Pippin straight ahead, about a mile, and across the river Bruinen. The power of my people will protect you both until I get there."
Samantha nodded and watched as Arwen turned Asfaloth, the elf-horse to the side and disappeared into the trees. Just as she had suspected, the Ringwraiths checked their horses, unsure of which horse with hobbit to follow, as both created a dark shadow with the evil they bore. One bore a shard of a Mordor sword, the other, the One Ring.
Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl screeched at them, and Samantha turned and sent her own piercing cry which could easily rival any fangirl's while in pursuit of Legolas.
The Ringwraiths argued for a bit, before settling to send four after Arwen and Asfaloth, and four after Sammi and Blackjack. Mr. Lord of the Nazgûl just sat back, and took his sweet time getting to the river to yell for the riders to give up their Halflings.
Sammi pulled Jack to a halt on the far side of the Loudwater and waited for Arwen. In the distance she heard motorbike engines, and didn't think anything at first until Merry asked what the strange noise was, and she remembered where she was. Just as she was trying to explain to Merry what an engine was, Asfaloth came charging over the river, with all nine Wraiths in hot pursuit.
The place where Arwen had chosen to cross was too deep for the elf-horse to handle, and they were forced to run parallel to the river. The Ringwraiths screeched horribly as they cut her off, and drew their swords.
The sound of dirt bike engines were growing louder, and seconds later, Alysha, Pippin, Sam and Strider came pelting out of the forest. The dirt bikes terrified the Wraiths' horses, which shied and threw them off, and into the river. Arwen and the bikers rode over the river crossing, and Arwen called the flood to wash away the Wraiths.
Alysha was cackling insanely as she mooned the thoroughly pissed Nazgûl. "Suck that, Black-Robed-Loonies! We wiiiiin, you loooose! Oh yeah!" And she did the happy dance.
"Where'd you get the dirt bikes, Loosha?" Samantha asked her best friend.
"Where else?" She answered.
"Oh, your magical backpack, I should have known."
"Frodo, no! Frodo, not now, don't give in!" Arwen was crying over Frodo, who was doing his best fish-out-of-water impersonation.
Samantha frowned sympathetically, and Alysha rolled her eyes, muttering 'Drama Queen.'
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Well, that was chappie two, please Review and let us know what you think. Next up, we have the Council of Elrond, and our first encounter with the most evil of creatures.. A MARY-SUE!!!! *Eeek! I'm melting!! Nooo!!*
.:~*~:. Peace, out Nimloth and Andu?nië