Here's chapter two, thanks for your reviews ppl!
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CHAPTER TWO--
"Ow my head!" Said Melda. "Ow...ow... ow OW!!"
"Strider! She's coming to!" She heard a voice say.
Strider? That name sounds familiar.
A blurry image of a man appeared. "My lady, are you all right?" Melda looked up but she felt dizzy. Suddenly she found herself mumbling for no reason, "Aren't you supposed to be in China?"
The man mistook it for another language because she had said it all at once and said, " Oh, Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Oh, do you speak elvish?)
"Ba?" Said Melda sounding like an idiot.
"What is she saying?" Said another voice.
"I do not know. I do not seem to understand what 'ba' and 'ariyu supeste be 'n China' means." Said the man called Strider.
"Perhaps it's the Wraith language!" She heard a third voice saying fearfully.
"Don't be silly! She's just a little girl!" Melda heard someone getting hit, more likely on the head and then an "OW! That hurt Merry!" Then Strider spoke. "I care not. We have to hurry to Rivendell. Elrond is expecting us!"
Rivendell? Merry? Elrond!? Why did all these names sound so familiar? Where had she heard them from before???!
By the time, Melda was able to sit up. She rubbed her head achingly and she found out later that her head was resting on a lumpy rock the whole time. She looked at the people who were around her with a clearer view and the first man she spotted was so greasy and filthy that the look of disgust couldn't escape her face. "Hey, ever heard of Shampoo? Or at least soap and water?"
The man frowned and got up. "We have to be leaving now, we are in a hurry. Do you know your way home young lady?" Melda got up too. How annoying. He sounded just like her mom when she nosily says, "Where have you been, young lady?" every time she comes home late. "Well yeah-um I mean not really. I came to a road I've never seen before, and I tried to go back from where I came but I couldn't find my way. Can you take me to Kingston Street? Or at least the street to my school, Desources?" Melda couldn't remember the part when the car hit her.
Strider looked at her strangely. "No my Lady. I cannot. Since I have never heard the names of these...streets before."
"So much for a grown man to know the way around to city." Mumbled Melda as she decided to ask the other people. She gasped when she saw the tiny people. They were at least the height of her waist and there was something VERY familiar about them. Especially the fat one. "Ok.where the hell am I?"
"On the road to Rivendell." Said the man who was starting to get impatient. "And if you please, we must be on our way."
"Rivendell? As in Middle-Earth?" Said Melda.
"Uh-huh." Said one of the tiny men in a funny accent. "By the way, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Peregrin Took, but you can call me Pip or Pippin or Fool of a Took if you want to be mean. He is Meriadock Brandybuck or Merry as we prefer, Samwise Gamgee also known as Sam and he is Strider, also known as Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Eledndil, Elessar, Arathorn's-kid-guy (a/n: he he.), Longshanks...hmm did leave any out Sam?"
"Yes you did you fool of a Took. I have MUCH more than what you just said." Said Strider, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar-ok we'll just call him Aragorn.
Melda listened slowly and just as Pippin finished talking, she looked at her hands and then at the forest around her. "A-a-am...I a-a M-M-...Mary- Sue?" She could barely get the words out of her mouth. Suddenly she dropped to her knees and screamed dramatically to the sky, which doesn't care. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"Wow...talk about dramatic." Said Pippin.
"We weren't talking about dramatic, Pip. No one even mentioned that word." Said Merry, now giving him another hit on the head.
"Yes. I did." Said a fell voice in the air.
"Who said that?!" Asked Sam fearfully.
"I did!"
"And...who is *I*?" Asked Aragorn.
"The Authoress!" Said the authoress with the fell voice that was in the air.
"Is authoress another word for authority?" Asked Sam, now shaking in his body.
"Because if it is--I swear I didn't do it!! I swear I didn't steal that pie lying on Frodo's window-sill 26 years ago!...That hot yummy blue- berry filled pie...lying there all alone and unwatched--b-but that doesn't mean I took it!"
Sam suddenly burst in tears and began mumbling. "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I was cutting his grass and I was very hungry! Now Mr. Frodo is dying and I didn't even tell him what happened to that missing pie!!!" Pippin, having nothing better to do, awkwardly patted Sam on the back lightly, trying to comfort him. "O...k..,,," Said Melda slowly then she turned back to the sky, which still has no intention of caring about her and said, "Well Miss authoress, why the hell did you drag me here? You know I hate Lord of the Rings!"
"Because I love writing these kinds of stories-even if people hate to read 'em! Anyways I better go! I'm interrupting the story!"
"Yeah you are." Said Pippin. Just then a rock fell from the sky right on his head and now he has three bruises the size of Texas.
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Plz R&R!! As you can see (or not.) that I have this story written up to chapter 7...and if you review, they'll be updated sooner than you expect! I'm really eager to upload them!!
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CHAPTER TWO--
"Ow my head!" Said Melda. "Ow...ow... ow OW!!"
"Strider! She's coming to!" She heard a voice say.
Strider? That name sounds familiar.
A blurry image of a man appeared. "My lady, are you all right?" Melda looked up but she felt dizzy. Suddenly she found herself mumbling for no reason, "Aren't you supposed to be in China?"
The man mistook it for another language because she had said it all at once and said, " Oh, Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Oh, do you speak elvish?)
"Ba?" Said Melda sounding like an idiot.
"What is she saying?" Said another voice.
"I do not know. I do not seem to understand what 'ba' and 'ariyu supeste be 'n China' means." Said the man called Strider.
"Perhaps it's the Wraith language!" She heard a third voice saying fearfully.
"Don't be silly! She's just a little girl!" Melda heard someone getting hit, more likely on the head and then an "OW! That hurt Merry!" Then Strider spoke. "I care not. We have to hurry to Rivendell. Elrond is expecting us!"
Rivendell? Merry? Elrond!? Why did all these names sound so familiar? Where had she heard them from before???!
By the time, Melda was able to sit up. She rubbed her head achingly and she found out later that her head was resting on a lumpy rock the whole time. She looked at the people who were around her with a clearer view and the first man she spotted was so greasy and filthy that the look of disgust couldn't escape her face. "Hey, ever heard of Shampoo? Or at least soap and water?"
The man frowned and got up. "We have to be leaving now, we are in a hurry. Do you know your way home young lady?" Melda got up too. How annoying. He sounded just like her mom when she nosily says, "Where have you been, young lady?" every time she comes home late. "Well yeah-um I mean not really. I came to a road I've never seen before, and I tried to go back from where I came but I couldn't find my way. Can you take me to Kingston Street? Or at least the street to my school, Desources?" Melda couldn't remember the part when the car hit her.
Strider looked at her strangely. "No my Lady. I cannot. Since I have never heard the names of these...streets before."
"So much for a grown man to know the way around to city." Mumbled Melda as she decided to ask the other people. She gasped when she saw the tiny people. They were at least the height of her waist and there was something VERY familiar about them. Especially the fat one. "Ok.where the hell am I?"
"On the road to Rivendell." Said the man who was starting to get impatient. "And if you please, we must be on our way."
"Rivendell? As in Middle-Earth?" Said Melda.
"Uh-huh." Said one of the tiny men in a funny accent. "By the way, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Peregrin Took, but you can call me Pip or Pippin or Fool of a Took if you want to be mean. He is Meriadock Brandybuck or Merry as we prefer, Samwise Gamgee also known as Sam and he is Strider, also known as Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Eledndil, Elessar, Arathorn's-kid-guy (a/n: he he.), Longshanks...hmm did leave any out Sam?"
"Yes you did you fool of a Took. I have MUCH more than what you just said." Said Strider, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar-ok we'll just call him Aragorn.
Melda listened slowly and just as Pippin finished talking, she looked at her hands and then at the forest around her. "A-a-am...I a-a M-M-...Mary- Sue?" She could barely get the words out of her mouth. Suddenly she dropped to her knees and screamed dramatically to the sky, which doesn't care. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"Wow...talk about dramatic." Said Pippin.
"We weren't talking about dramatic, Pip. No one even mentioned that word." Said Merry, now giving him another hit on the head.
"Yes. I did." Said a fell voice in the air.
"Who said that?!" Asked Sam fearfully.
"I did!"
"And...who is *I*?" Asked Aragorn.
"The Authoress!" Said the authoress with the fell voice that was in the air.
"Is authoress another word for authority?" Asked Sam, now shaking in his body.
"Because if it is--I swear I didn't do it!! I swear I didn't steal that pie lying on Frodo's window-sill 26 years ago!...That hot yummy blue- berry filled pie...lying there all alone and unwatched--b-but that doesn't mean I took it!"
Sam suddenly burst in tears and began mumbling. "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it! I was cutting his grass and I was very hungry! Now Mr. Frodo is dying and I didn't even tell him what happened to that missing pie!!!" Pippin, having nothing better to do, awkwardly patted Sam on the back lightly, trying to comfort him. "O...k..,,," Said Melda slowly then she turned back to the sky, which still has no intention of caring about her and said, "Well Miss authoress, why the hell did you drag me here? You know I hate Lord of the Rings!"
"Because I love writing these kinds of stories-even if people hate to read 'em! Anyways I better go! I'm interrupting the story!"
"Yeah you are." Said Pippin. Just then a rock fell from the sky right on his head and now he has three bruises the size of Texas.
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Plz R&R!! As you can see (or not.) that I have this story written up to chapter 7...and if you review, they'll be updated sooner than you expect! I'm really eager to upload them!!