Yugi in Middle Earth
(Fire Pendant
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or lotr. But I do own the story and the minor characters I make up.
What happens when a certain tri-colored hair boy gets transported to Middle Earth with his yami? A SERIOUS fanfic, but doesn't mean that it isn't funny.
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This chappie written in response to review saying people were acting too calm. Well do you think Elrond is taking this really well? It was kind of fun writing this chapter. Thank you for suggestion. And it's kind of short. I don't believe I actually got eleven reviews in less than a week. (Clapping and applause for all those who reviewed).
All right, on with the story!
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Chapter 3: What Is a Lord Supposed to Do?
Elrond sunk into his chair when Lindir walked out. So many stressful things had happened during these three days. Trying to find appropriate accommodations for the dwarves (they didn't really want to be surrounded by elves). Removing a shard from a Morgul knife out of Frodo (and that was only last night!). Finding out that orcs had started to prowl around Imladris, but not yet willing to enter its safe ground. The One Ring was now inside Rivendell. Saruman has turned into a traitor, and the list went on.
Only to be topped off by a little hobbit-like boy radiating pureness and innocence unknown to those of Men and a teen exactly the opposite of the small boy. Elrond sat up instantly as he heard the doorknob being turned.
Lindir came in with Erestor, the head of Elrond's council. The two elves were carrying a single thin volume. "This was all we had milord. It seems that this is only the second time something like this has happened. The first was only vaguely recorded." apologized Erestor. He was an elf with dark hair shorn just a bit below his shoulders. His clear grey eyes were sharp and observant.
"Thank you. I'll look in on the topic. You just make sure that no one else hears about it." said Elrond, "You may leave." The two other elves glanced at each other before leaving.
Elrond skimmed through the pages of the book. It held no information whatsoever of how or when the person from the other world got here. The man had lived and died in this world, unable to go back to his own place. This just recorded some things that were peculiar about him and how he acted, etc.
In anger and frustration, Elrond pounded the table, rattling his quills and inkbottles. The door opened and Elrond resumed into his lordly and calm state. Glorfindel strode in, his face drawn in concern.
"Trouble my lord Elrond?" asked the golden hair Elda (the plural of that is Eldar, just if you wanted to know).
All stress piled on Elrond, all the pressure; everything spilled out of him before he could stop it. Glorfindel listened gravely. "I just wish I didn't have to act so calm! If I weren't a lord, if I were a child, I would be throwing tantrums by now!" exclaimed Elrond putting his face in his hands. Glorfindel came behind Elrond and gripped his shoulder firmly.
"There is no need to worry my lord. They don't look like they'll cause any trouble." assured Glorfindel. Elrond calmed a bit with his old friend supporting him. Glorfindel had been with him since the beginning of the Second Age, almost the only one that survived the Last Alliance against Sauron.
"Thank you my old friend." said Elrond, "Now you'd better go. Preparations for tonight's feast aren't done yet, and I don't want our cook to make you spend the next few hour in the kitchen washing pots because you forgot to go and gather some herbs for the food." Glorfindel turned red at the ears and quickly left.
Elrond chuckled at the thought of the great elven lord Glorfindel up to his neck in soapy water washing stew pots and pans and the cook, Inine demanding him to hurry it up. But the time for fun was over. He still had to do something about those two boys. Elrond groaned and rubbed his temples; he'd do this later.
I need a break. Thought the lord of Rivendell as he headed towards his own room to ready for the feast.
* * * To be continued..maybe* * *
Clearance! This is not going to be a Glorfindel/Elrond fic! Sorry, had to say that. Help me here a little bit! Feast coming up for those of you who've read the books. Need some very, very, helpful ideas. Keep sending in the suggestions for weapons, and please, spells and things like that wouldn't be too bad. I mean, a sword might be a bit too hefty for Yugi, unless you're thinking hobbit-sized like Frodo's, Sam's, Pippin's, Merry's, and etc. Any outfit ideas? I'm only taking a little bit on those, sorry.
Next chapter, about Yami and Yugi meeting rest of hobbits; more elves are coming of course. Still need to know what was meant in review that said quote: 'How would Yami react when he meets absolutely gorgeous Legolas?'
Well see yah, Update as soon as I can! -Fire Pendant ( ( (
(Fire Pendant
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or lotr. But I do own the story and the minor characters I make up.
What happens when a certain tri-colored hair boy gets transported to Middle Earth with his yami? A SERIOUS fanfic, but doesn't mean that it isn't funny.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This chappie written in response to review saying people were acting too calm. Well do you think Elrond is taking this really well? It was kind of fun writing this chapter. Thank you for suggestion. And it's kind of short. I don't believe I actually got eleven reviews in less than a week. (Clapping and applause for all those who reviewed).
All right, on with the story!
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Chapter 3: What Is a Lord Supposed to Do?
Elrond sunk into his chair when Lindir walked out. So many stressful things had happened during these three days. Trying to find appropriate accommodations for the dwarves (they didn't really want to be surrounded by elves). Removing a shard from a Morgul knife out of Frodo (and that was only last night!). Finding out that orcs had started to prowl around Imladris, but not yet willing to enter its safe ground. The One Ring was now inside Rivendell. Saruman has turned into a traitor, and the list went on.
Only to be topped off by a little hobbit-like boy radiating pureness and innocence unknown to those of Men and a teen exactly the opposite of the small boy. Elrond sat up instantly as he heard the doorknob being turned.
Lindir came in with Erestor, the head of Elrond's council. The two elves were carrying a single thin volume. "This was all we had milord. It seems that this is only the second time something like this has happened. The first was only vaguely recorded." apologized Erestor. He was an elf with dark hair shorn just a bit below his shoulders. His clear grey eyes were sharp and observant.
"Thank you. I'll look in on the topic. You just make sure that no one else hears about it." said Elrond, "You may leave." The two other elves glanced at each other before leaving.
Elrond skimmed through the pages of the book. It held no information whatsoever of how or when the person from the other world got here. The man had lived and died in this world, unable to go back to his own place. This just recorded some things that were peculiar about him and how he acted, etc.
In anger and frustration, Elrond pounded the table, rattling his quills and inkbottles. The door opened and Elrond resumed into his lordly and calm state. Glorfindel strode in, his face drawn in concern.
"Trouble my lord Elrond?" asked the golden hair Elda (the plural of that is Eldar, just if you wanted to know).
All stress piled on Elrond, all the pressure; everything spilled out of him before he could stop it. Glorfindel listened gravely. "I just wish I didn't have to act so calm! If I weren't a lord, if I were a child, I would be throwing tantrums by now!" exclaimed Elrond putting his face in his hands. Glorfindel came behind Elrond and gripped his shoulder firmly.
"There is no need to worry my lord. They don't look like they'll cause any trouble." assured Glorfindel. Elrond calmed a bit with his old friend supporting him. Glorfindel had been with him since the beginning of the Second Age, almost the only one that survived the Last Alliance against Sauron.
"Thank you my old friend." said Elrond, "Now you'd better go. Preparations for tonight's feast aren't done yet, and I don't want our cook to make you spend the next few hour in the kitchen washing pots because you forgot to go and gather some herbs for the food." Glorfindel turned red at the ears and quickly left.
Elrond chuckled at the thought of the great elven lord Glorfindel up to his neck in soapy water washing stew pots and pans and the cook, Inine demanding him to hurry it up. But the time for fun was over. He still had to do something about those two boys. Elrond groaned and rubbed his temples; he'd do this later.
I need a break. Thought the lord of Rivendell as he headed towards his own room to ready for the feast.
* * * To be continued..maybe* * *
Clearance! This is not going to be a Glorfindel/Elrond fic! Sorry, had to say that. Help me here a little bit! Feast coming up for those of you who've read the books. Need some very, very, helpful ideas. Keep sending in the suggestions for weapons, and please, spells and things like that wouldn't be too bad. I mean, a sword might be a bit too hefty for Yugi, unless you're thinking hobbit-sized like Frodo's, Sam's, Pippin's, Merry's, and etc. Any outfit ideas? I'm only taking a little bit on those, sorry.
Next chapter, about Yami and Yugi meeting rest of hobbits; more elves are coming of course. Still need to know what was meant in review that said quote: 'How would Yami react when he meets absolutely gorgeous Legolas?'
Well see yah, Update as soon as I can! -Fire Pendant ( ( (