*Disclaimer-I didn't write the Lord of the Rings books and am not J.R.R.
Tolkien. If I were, I wouldn't be writing this.
Introductions
~~~~Aragorn's POV~~~~
"Hello, said the tall girl extending her right hand, "my name is Liz."
"And I'm Tracy," said the other one, extending hers.
Legolas took Tracy's hand and shook it. As I shook hands with Liz, I saw something glitter on her neck. I leaned forward to get a better look and immediately drew my sword. For upon her neck was a ring, in fact it was identical to the ring Frodo had volunteered to take to Mordor.
"Whoa. Dude, what are you doing?" said the girl named Tracy.
"Is it not true that she," I gestured to Liz, "is wearing the one ring. If that is true, then all hope may be lost for Frodo, but not for Middle earth. For I am here, and with Legolas, I shall take back what is not yours and destroy it."
"A little dramatic, isn't he," mumbled Tracy under her breath.
Liz gave her a stern look and said, "Aragorn, Legolas, we mean you no harm. You see, though there hasn't been any connection between Shire Reckoning and our calendar, you are, uh, kind of in the future."
"Though many people question whether you ever existed," informed Tracy. "No longer are you part of our history, save books and movies."
"Not even in your songs?" questioned Legolas is surprise.
"Yah, um, songs aren't the most common way to remember things now," said Tracy.
"Mainly," finished Liz, "it's the internet."
What foul thing is this Internet I wondered. I did not know how I got here, and wondered if it was some spell Sarumon had put on me to make me see things that were not real. Though I did not know if these girls were evil or not, I sheathed my sword and followed them to another room. Liz sent on a box-like thing connecter to a sound thing, and a flat board with little squares on it. She must have seen my puzzled look for she said, "This is a computer. It's what we use to connect to the Internet." There was that strange word again.
"Com-pu-ter," said Legolas, stumbling over the new word.
Tracy got us two chairs, and we sat down to watch the box. Liz tapped at the squares and played with the circle, she called it a mouse, though it looked nothing like a rodent. I watched fascinated at the pictures of Galadriel, Frodo, and our other friends and companions. When I had finally taken my eyes off it, I realized Legolas was talking to the two girls.
".Yah. We were just walking with our friend Gimli, son of Glóin, when there was a flash and we were where you found us. We were just about to catch up with the Orcs. For they-"
"-had captured your friends Merry and Pippin!" interrupted Tracy. I was surprised. Then Liz and her explained to me that I was in the future where Middle Earth didn't exist any more."
"Doesn't exist," I echoed.
Legolas mourned, "No longer will I see the nature of Mirkwood?"
"Uh," Liz seemed to be thinking this over, "you probably will. Maybe there is some duty you have here, like to restore the beliefs of elves and Middle Earth or something."
"How can we be here, when we are needed much more there," I questioned.
"There must be a reason," said Tracy, "but I doubt we will find it tonight. Let us eat, and you can tell us of your adventures so far." No longer did I think they were the enemy, for as Frodo had said 'A friend of the enemy would feel fouler.' The two girls made us some odd food called Romen. I poked at it before trying it. It wasn't bad, especially after living off of lembus bred for days.
"I am sorry, I don't think we have introduced ourselves-" I said, suddenly ashamed.
"-you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn. The heir to the throne of Gondor, for you are Isildur's heir," said Liz.
"And you," continued Tracy, "you are Legolas Greenleaf, the prince of Mirkwood." Legolas and I stood stunned.
"Yes, that's correct, how did you-" I couldn't find the words.
"-remember, we told you. You are part of the past. I read all about you in a book," said Tracy.
"Right," I replied, feeling embarrassed about having to be reminded. We continued the rest of our meal in silence. Then Tracy went and got two blankets.
Liz said, "You two can sleep in the beds tonight if you want."
"Then what are the blankets for?" Legolas asked curiously.
"Tracy and I will be sleeping on the couches tonight."
"No," I said sternly. I knew Legolas was surprised by such manners in a ranger, but then again, as they knew, I have kingly blood in me. "I could not sleep if fair ladies were suffering in any way and I could help it."
"No, really," Liz said, blushing along with Tracy, "I have slept on worse things than a couch. We wouldn't be suffering at all."
"Nonsense. You will have my bed," I insisted.
"And you shall have mine," added Legolas.
******************************************************************* Dose that last line sound familiar to anyone? Something from the council of Elrond? Please R/R!!
Introductions
~~~~Aragorn's POV~~~~
"Hello, said the tall girl extending her right hand, "my name is Liz."
"And I'm Tracy," said the other one, extending hers.
Legolas took Tracy's hand and shook it. As I shook hands with Liz, I saw something glitter on her neck. I leaned forward to get a better look and immediately drew my sword. For upon her neck was a ring, in fact it was identical to the ring Frodo had volunteered to take to Mordor.
"Whoa. Dude, what are you doing?" said the girl named Tracy.
"Is it not true that she," I gestured to Liz, "is wearing the one ring. If that is true, then all hope may be lost for Frodo, but not for Middle earth. For I am here, and with Legolas, I shall take back what is not yours and destroy it."
"A little dramatic, isn't he," mumbled Tracy under her breath.
Liz gave her a stern look and said, "Aragorn, Legolas, we mean you no harm. You see, though there hasn't been any connection between Shire Reckoning and our calendar, you are, uh, kind of in the future."
"Though many people question whether you ever existed," informed Tracy. "No longer are you part of our history, save books and movies."
"Not even in your songs?" questioned Legolas is surprise.
"Yah, um, songs aren't the most common way to remember things now," said Tracy.
"Mainly," finished Liz, "it's the internet."
What foul thing is this Internet I wondered. I did not know how I got here, and wondered if it was some spell Sarumon had put on me to make me see things that were not real. Though I did not know if these girls were evil or not, I sheathed my sword and followed them to another room. Liz sent on a box-like thing connecter to a sound thing, and a flat board with little squares on it. She must have seen my puzzled look for she said, "This is a computer. It's what we use to connect to the Internet." There was that strange word again.
"Com-pu-ter," said Legolas, stumbling over the new word.
Tracy got us two chairs, and we sat down to watch the box. Liz tapped at the squares and played with the circle, she called it a mouse, though it looked nothing like a rodent. I watched fascinated at the pictures of Galadriel, Frodo, and our other friends and companions. When I had finally taken my eyes off it, I realized Legolas was talking to the two girls.
".Yah. We were just walking with our friend Gimli, son of Glóin, when there was a flash and we were where you found us. We were just about to catch up with the Orcs. For they-"
"-had captured your friends Merry and Pippin!" interrupted Tracy. I was surprised. Then Liz and her explained to me that I was in the future where Middle Earth didn't exist any more."
"Doesn't exist," I echoed.
Legolas mourned, "No longer will I see the nature of Mirkwood?"
"Uh," Liz seemed to be thinking this over, "you probably will. Maybe there is some duty you have here, like to restore the beliefs of elves and Middle Earth or something."
"How can we be here, when we are needed much more there," I questioned.
"There must be a reason," said Tracy, "but I doubt we will find it tonight. Let us eat, and you can tell us of your adventures so far." No longer did I think they were the enemy, for as Frodo had said 'A friend of the enemy would feel fouler.' The two girls made us some odd food called Romen. I poked at it before trying it. It wasn't bad, especially after living off of lembus bred for days.
"I am sorry, I don't think we have introduced ourselves-" I said, suddenly ashamed.
"-you are Aragorn, son of Arathorn. The heir to the throne of Gondor, for you are Isildur's heir," said Liz.
"And you," continued Tracy, "you are Legolas Greenleaf, the prince of Mirkwood." Legolas and I stood stunned.
"Yes, that's correct, how did you-" I couldn't find the words.
"-remember, we told you. You are part of the past. I read all about you in a book," said Tracy.
"Right," I replied, feeling embarrassed about having to be reminded. We continued the rest of our meal in silence. Then Tracy went and got two blankets.
Liz said, "You two can sleep in the beds tonight if you want."
"Then what are the blankets for?" Legolas asked curiously.
"Tracy and I will be sleeping on the couches tonight."
"No," I said sternly. I knew Legolas was surprised by such manners in a ranger, but then again, as they knew, I have kingly blood in me. "I could not sleep if fair ladies were suffering in any way and I could help it."
"No, really," Liz said, blushing along with Tracy, "I have slept on worse things than a couch. We wouldn't be suffering at all."
"Nonsense. You will have my bed," I insisted.
"And you shall have mine," added Legolas.
******************************************************************* Dose that last line sound familiar to anyone? Something from the council of Elrond? Please R/R!!