Chapter 2
Frodo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, glanced around this strange new world. He couldn't help wishing that that blasted ring would just go away. For the first time since he had inherited the ring from Bilbo, he had finally begun to relax. The salty wind from the sea in his face, his friends Gandalf, Bilbo, and Galadriel with him, and the knowledge that the ring was gone and could never return... life had seemed so much simpler yesterday when he was still on the boat with the elves, traveling to the Havens. But now, the ring was here, in this world called 'Earth', and the evil had already begun to spread.
When Sam Gamgee finally woke up, he discovered two things. First of all, all around him lay the figures of his friends. Merry, Pippin, and Gimli looked as if they were still unconscious, Legolas was up and about, and Strider seemed to have just started recovering. The second thing he noticed was the three shadowy figures seated under a tree nearby. The first two stood very tall and noble, but the third was short and slightly slouched over, as if in deep thought or frustration. They all looked so familiar...
"No, it couldn't be them, Samwise. Gaffer always said you were crazy as a loon, and 'tis no wonder to that. Why would Frodo be here? He's gone to the Havens. Oh well, I suppose there'd be no harm in lookin' closer, just to be sure." Sam drew nearer, and the shadowy figure jumped in fright when he shouted, "Bless you Master Frodo! You are here!"
"But WHY are we here?" exclaimed Pippin, sounding dazed and confused (a/n when does Pippin NOT sound confused!). Sam peeked back to see the rest of the fellowship, who all seemed to have recovered from... whatever it was that had happened to them, and had gathered around the tree.
"Ah, still asking questions, I see, Peregrin. We will try to explain what happened, though I doubt what we know will be enough to satisfy a hobbit's curiosity." Chucked the white clothed figure of Gandalf.
Galadriel's beautiful face was fixed in a grave expression. "It began with a vision of darkness..."
Sora Cloud tossed in her sleep once more. She usually didn't have any dreams at night, or if she did, she never remembered them. But tonight, her mind was haunted with images. She saw herself with unlimited power, going on a conquest for world domination. In this strange dream, the world was her plaything, something she held in the palm of her hand and could crush at a whim. Sora had absolute control over everything and everyone, and she could hear the cries of anguish as she sent millions of people to their doom with her inhuman strength. It was like she was watching another person controlling her body. She tried to shout, to tell this evil side of her to stop this madness, but she had no voice. Slowly, her body turned until they were face to face. This horrific version of herself glared with hateful red eyes, and Sora felt the gaze piece her soul. Then, the monsterous shadow of herself lifted its hand toward her. Around the ring finger was the small golden band she had happened upon earlier that week. A large ball of fire materialized in front of the ring, and flew at her. Sora felt a wave of pain wash over her body as she woke up.
"This ring is bad business." She whispered to herself. Her voice was hoarse, and she figured she must have really been shouting before. She resolved to get rid of it in the morning. She slowing drifted into a dreamless sleep, and failed to hear the hissing from the dark creature hidden right outside of her window.
"I'm coming for you, my preciousssssssss!"
Do you like it? Think I should write more, or stop this story? Oh, and thank you Rukisaro, for the name for my character!!
Frodo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, glanced around this strange new world. He couldn't help wishing that that blasted ring would just go away. For the first time since he had inherited the ring from Bilbo, he had finally begun to relax. The salty wind from the sea in his face, his friends Gandalf, Bilbo, and Galadriel with him, and the knowledge that the ring was gone and could never return... life had seemed so much simpler yesterday when he was still on the boat with the elves, traveling to the Havens. But now, the ring was here, in this world called 'Earth', and the evil had already begun to spread.
When Sam Gamgee finally woke up, he discovered two things. First of all, all around him lay the figures of his friends. Merry, Pippin, and Gimli looked as if they were still unconscious, Legolas was up and about, and Strider seemed to have just started recovering. The second thing he noticed was the three shadowy figures seated under a tree nearby. The first two stood very tall and noble, but the third was short and slightly slouched over, as if in deep thought or frustration. They all looked so familiar...
"No, it couldn't be them, Samwise. Gaffer always said you were crazy as a loon, and 'tis no wonder to that. Why would Frodo be here? He's gone to the Havens. Oh well, I suppose there'd be no harm in lookin' closer, just to be sure." Sam drew nearer, and the shadowy figure jumped in fright when he shouted, "Bless you Master Frodo! You are here!"
"But WHY are we here?" exclaimed Pippin, sounding dazed and confused (a/n when does Pippin NOT sound confused!). Sam peeked back to see the rest of the fellowship, who all seemed to have recovered from... whatever it was that had happened to them, and had gathered around the tree.
"Ah, still asking questions, I see, Peregrin. We will try to explain what happened, though I doubt what we know will be enough to satisfy a hobbit's curiosity." Chucked the white clothed figure of Gandalf.
Galadriel's beautiful face was fixed in a grave expression. "It began with a vision of darkness..."
Sora Cloud tossed in her sleep once more. She usually didn't have any dreams at night, or if she did, she never remembered them. But tonight, her mind was haunted with images. She saw herself with unlimited power, going on a conquest for world domination. In this strange dream, the world was her plaything, something she held in the palm of her hand and could crush at a whim. Sora had absolute control over everything and everyone, and she could hear the cries of anguish as she sent millions of people to their doom with her inhuman strength. It was like she was watching another person controlling her body. She tried to shout, to tell this evil side of her to stop this madness, but she had no voice. Slowly, her body turned until they were face to face. This horrific version of herself glared with hateful red eyes, and Sora felt the gaze piece her soul. Then, the monsterous shadow of herself lifted its hand toward her. Around the ring finger was the small golden band she had happened upon earlier that week. A large ball of fire materialized in front of the ring, and flew at her. Sora felt a wave of pain wash over her body as she woke up.
"This ring is bad business." She whispered to herself. Her voice was hoarse, and she figured she must have really been shouting before. She resolved to get rid of it in the morning. She slowing drifted into a dreamless sleep, and failed to hear the hissing from the dark creature hidden right outside of her window.
"I'm coming for you, my preciousssssssss!"
Do you like it? Think I should write more, or stop this story? Oh, and thank you Rukisaro, for the name for my character!!