A Teenager in Mordor
Disclaimer: the idea for this story, plot, or lack of to be perfectly frank, and teenager who has yet to be named but will be soon, belong to ME! Everything else doesn't. You want details? Fine!
Characters
Settings
Bad-guys
Deodorant
Names
Places
Half of the general idea
Toothpaste
Throat lozenges
Sherbet and lots of other stuff I have yet to think of ISNT mine! So no suing, unless you like the settlement to be paid in lint. That clear? Good!
{Note: for where this takes place in time in the series, I have no idea. It fits in some ware I'm sure of it}
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Saruman read through the ancient text in the unmarked, rather old looking book, flicking through the thick parchment pages.
It didn't help much for him to try and find what he want when the text was in a language that had been dead for longer than he could remember back, and considering who it was hear that was a bloody long time ago.
Trying had brought up a few, unpleasant, memories he definitely hoped he could forget again, without the use of alcoholic beverages this time. He may be the most powerful wizard there is, but even he cringed at the thought of the all dreaded morning hangover.
Spying the page he was most likely looking for, he translated the words under his breath, memorizing it once.
Snapping the book shut and placing it onto a pile of other books, most just as thick, if not twice that of the one he was just using, he strode purposefully through the one of the many halls in Isengard. He entered a completely bare room and nodded. This would do well for his purpose.
Standing himself ready, staff pointed to the centre of the room, Saruman began to chant.
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[Place: Earth
location: Some ware
More specific: in a house]
"Hurry up Mel!"
"I know I know!" a blue haired girl shouted back downstairs, spraying frothy toothpaste in to the air accidentally.
Mel scowled and spat the rest into the bathroom sink.
Mel, self declared annoyer of the oppressors of this world, lover of sherbet and all things movie based, was once again late for school.
This time she was later than usual, evident by her state she was in.
Still wearing her pyjamas, a toothbrush in one hand scrubbing hard at her teeth, the other clutching her schoolbag in hand, Mel looked the picture of annoyance and was feeling worse.
"Today is gunna be a bad day" she muttered to herself. Bad days were never good.
If Mel had a bad day, everyone else would end up worse, and Mel was not having a good time at that moment.
Already she was thinking up unusual ways of pestering her classmates and teachers, somehow involving the school fans and silly string. Special silly string. Special silly string made using her own mystery ingredient, more commonly known as super glue.
Mel grinned sadistically, thinking of the trouble that would cause.
Her grin faded slightly as she heard her mother calling back to her.
"ALRIGHT! I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC! Just let me get changed, unless you want me going to school in my underwear!" Mel shouted back.
She returned to dutifully scrubbing her teeth again, but froze when she realised something.
Someone was still calling, and it didn't sound like her mother.
It didn't even sound vaguely recognisable.
And it wasn't coming from downstairs.
The toothbrush was frozen in mid brush, shoved halfway in her mouth, which made it slightly difficult for Mel to say what she said next.
"Dat cant 'e good"
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Saruman grinned as he finished the spell. There was a sudden bright flash of light from within the centre of the room where the spell had been directed, a rush of wind that sent his robes flapping backwards and a few curious bystanders out in the hall to duck involuntarily as it howled passed.
Saruman stopped dead at what he saw in the middle of the room.
Standing there was the most bizarrely dressed child he had ever seen.
An overly large, bright blue shirt that dangled passed her knees, sleeves pushed up out of the way. Written on the shirt with glittery silver writing was,
Angel: 1A a heavenly being 1B: me (except on weekends).
Her hair was short and bright blue in colour, which was quite strange to see. In one hand was a bag clutched tight, the other hand was holding…something in her mouth, which was foaming.
The girl stared right back at Saruman, looking quite dazed by something.
The onlookers from outside the door peering in stared as well.
Nothing moved.
A few moments later, THUMP! The bag thudded to the ground from limp fingers, astonishingly loud in the frozen silence.
"WHAT the HELL!?"
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