Ok, first of all. Yes, this is one of those cheesy, weird stories about
people getting sucked into middle earth.and yes, it does revolve around
legolas! ^^ *Dreamy sigh* so if you have a problem with me crushing all
your dreams about Orlando Bloom/Legolas loving you, then don't read it!
P.s.. Joc is pronounced Joce, Or Jos. Not Jock. *Glarey glarey*
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Sam sighed, rapping her fingers against the wood of her desk. As she chewed on a pencil, thinking about geography homework, the phone rang. She glared at it and picked it up.
"Hello?" She said, a little annoyed. It had interrupted her line of thought. And right when she had the answer to question 13. The greeting was meet by a loud screaming, half English, half Elvish. Only one person who had her phone number could speak Elvish that well. "Joc! Calm Down! Mellllo."
"Sam! We have to go! It's-it's-" there was a fan-girl scream and a thud as Joc hit the floor. Sam sighed and waited for Joc to stand back up. "It's The Two Towers! You know what that means! .Right? Don't you? Answer me damn it!"
"You know I didn't see the first one, Joc. And I don't care." Sam rolled her eyes, not being anywhere near the devoted Lord of The Rings that Joc was.
She started yelling at her in Elvish. "Leggie! Legolas! The Prince of Mirkwood! That Hot-ass elf dude! Come on, Sam, work with me!" There was a sigh from the other end of the phone, and Sam guessed that Joc had once again lost herself in looking into Orlando Bloom eyes.on a poster.
"Alright, and your point was..?" Sam looked at the clock, wondering how long Her best friend would be describing Orlando Bloom.
"The Two Towers! Your coming! It starts at 1:13! Be at my house!" and the phone was hung up.
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By the way.I'm Joc..and Legolas/Orlando Bloom is hot.ya.
Sam sighed, rapping her fingers against the wood of her desk. As she chewed on a pencil, thinking about geography homework, the phone rang. She glared at it and picked it up.
"Hello?" She said, a little annoyed. It had interrupted her line of thought. And right when she had the answer to question 13. The greeting was meet by a loud screaming, half English, half Elvish. Only one person who had her phone number could speak Elvish that well. "Joc! Calm Down! Mellllo."
"Sam! We have to go! It's-it's-" there was a fan-girl scream and a thud as Joc hit the floor. Sam sighed and waited for Joc to stand back up. "It's The Two Towers! You know what that means! .Right? Don't you? Answer me damn it!"
"You know I didn't see the first one, Joc. And I don't care." Sam rolled her eyes, not being anywhere near the devoted Lord of The Rings that Joc was.
She started yelling at her in Elvish. "Leggie! Legolas! The Prince of Mirkwood! That Hot-ass elf dude! Come on, Sam, work with me!" There was a sigh from the other end of the phone, and Sam guessed that Joc had once again lost herself in looking into Orlando Bloom eyes.on a poster.
"Alright, and your point was..?" Sam looked at the clock, wondering how long Her best friend would be describing Orlando Bloom.
"The Two Towers! Your coming! It starts at 1:13! Be at my house!" and the phone was hung up.
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By the way.I'm Joc..and Legolas/Orlando Bloom is hot.ya.