Time: Female intruders
Disclaimer: They're not mine….I don't own a thing…DAMNIT!
"Who d'you suppose they are, Strider?" asked a small, merry voice. Rachel opened her eyes only to see that she was bound hand and foot. Knowing not to struggle, she turned slightly to see if Holly was awake yet or if she was even there. She was and still sleeping soundly with no clue. Rolling her eyes, Rachel remembered her daggers. If she was lucky...yes! They were still there. Whoever had kidnapped them was extremely dumb. Cutting the rope with a blade, she freed herself and began working on Holly, listening to the strangers at a nearby camp.
"I don't know, but their clothes are very strange to me, Pippin. And these...they could be weapons of some sort but none that I have ever seen."
Rachel reached for her pack a few yards away and searched for her guns. Finally, not finding them, she decided that those were what the group was examining and punched at the dust.
"They certainly do not seem to be from this world."
"Indeed not! I've never seen any Man dress as they do!"
"But they are women!"
Rachel freed Holly and awoke her silently. Holly was quiet (Rachel's hand was over her mouth) and slowly got up. Holly watched as Rachel approached the camp and mouthed a word of caution. Holly inched her way backwards and finally began to run. Suddenly she fell, cursing, to the ground. Rachel sighed irritably and rolled her eyes.
"Ouch! Shit!" she screamed, feeling her knee. Many of the men in the group sprang to their feet and Rachel grabbed one with a shield and sword and pulled him to the ground, knocking him unconscious as the others looked toward Holly.
"Boromir, Gimli and you four! Grab that girl!" said a man. When he got no reply from Gimli or Boromir (Rachel had grabbed the dwarf while the other was giving orders) he spun, only to be kicked in the chest. Rachel rolled as an arrow narrowly missed her head and punctured a log behind her. She glanced toward Holly and saw her duck behind a boulder as four children- like men raced after her. A tall man with a bow and arrow ready to spring jumped forward as the other stood again and Rachel rushed at him. She grabbed his bow and twisted it from his grip, throwing it to the ground. She kicked him against a tree and threw a dagger behind her, barely missing the other man who ran at her from behind.
"I'm rusty," she said, placing her other dagger at the arrowless man's neck. She cut him on the side of the neck and he flinched, but barely.
"Who are you and where are we?" she asked forcefully. The man behind her was motionless and without any options other than to watch as his friend was overpowered by a human woman.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood," he replied. Rachel was suddenly reminded of Tolkien's books of Middle-Earth and pressed harder with her dagger. Those books were one of the only positive things left in her life. Tolkein and Shakespeare were what took up her spare time.
"Don't lie! Middle-Earth and its people are only in books! You live in a fantasy world!" she yelled. The smaller men dragged Holly back at that point and Rachel snapped her head at them. Holly shrugged.
"They have swords!" she complained. Rachel rolled her eyes and was suddenly thrown from the man beneath her. She dodged a sword and pulled her other dagger from a tree nearby. Rushing forward, she rolled between the two men and held a dagger at both of their necks.
"Where are we? Tell me the truth or I'll kill both of you!"
"Take her seriously! She's done it before!" Holly cried. Rachel told her to shut up and glared at the two men. The four children stared at her in shock and Holly took it to her advantage. She snagged a sword from one of them and held it to one of their necks. They yelled in terror, but didn't move. The short man and the one with a shield on his back stood up, rubbing their heads. An old man still sat on a boulder with his pipe, not moving, but only watching the chaos.
"What happened?" the taller man asked. He looked forward and saw two of his comrades being held hostages by the woman they had caught earlier.
"Where are we?" Rachel asked again, more forcefully and sending a trickle of blood down her captives necks. Holly just followed her lead, but didn't make the child bleed. She thought that would be inhumane.
"You are in Middle-Earth, my dear. Where else would you be?" asked the old man. Rachel stared at him in shock. She couldn't beleive she hadn't seen him sitting there the entire time.
"In Southern Ohio in the United States of America in North America on the planet Earth. Now tell me old man, what are you doing on our property!"
"I don't believe this is your land. Take a look around. Does it look like your Ohio?"
"Not in the least," Rachel said without blinking. She was scared to death. Holly was terrified. They had to find out anything they could in order to get home.
"Please, I'm Gandalf. Your captives are Aragorn and Legolas and neither of them will hurt you if you drop your blades. I promise you," he said in a kindly tone. Rachel didn't move, but Holly dropped the small sword and walked forward.
"Are we really in Middle-Earth?" she asked, mystified. Gandalf nodded his head and Rachel snorted.
"I don't trust this, Holly, and neither should you!"
"Don't you remember when we were kids and we wanted something like this to happen? Well, it's happening! You're just too pissed off at yourself to see it!" Holly yelled. Rachel, fury in her every move, threw the two men forward and put her daggers on the ground. They spun around as she stood straight and, with a glance from Gandalf, put their weapons away too.
"Now, tell me, what happened?" he asked, still smoking his pipe. Holly explained falling asleep and waking up there while Rachel stood, ever watchful.
"I see. So my calling on Valar has come to play. You are from a different world, are you not? You are warriors?" he asked excitedly. Holly nodded and Rachel glanced at him, but mainly kept her eyes on all those who carried weapons. The children sat down beside Gandalf and Rachel came to realize that they were hobbits. She became extremely angry.
"So let me guess, old man. You're Gandalf the wizard, he's Aragorn, the Heir of Isildor, he's Boromir the Steward of Gondor, he's Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood, he's Gimli the Dwarf, and these four are Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, Frodo Baggins, and Meriadoc Brandybuck. Am I right?" she asked, nearly holding herself back from ripping his neck off his shoulders. When Holly and she were in their early teens, a movie was made about Tolkein's trilogy. The people standing in front of her looked exactly as the actors had. He nodded and Rachel growled, making the hobbits in front of her shiver and retreat a few steps.
"She's worse than the Ringwraiths!" Pippin whispered to Frodo. Rachel's head shot toward him and he froze.
"I'm your worst nightmare, Pippin and if you underestimate me, you won't live to see another day," she said calmly, fire flickering in her eyes.
"Rae! Will you give it a break? Look! He has elf ears!" Holly yelled at her friend, tugging on Legolas' ears. He stepped away from her irritably and rolled his eyes in agitation. Then she went to the hobbits.
"They got the feet and the ears!" she pointed out. Rachel sighed and relaxed slightly, but not enough for anyone to notice. She had indeed noticed and was convinced that they weren't lying.
"Fellowship of the Ring, are you? Well, Gandalf the Grey, what do you want with us?" she asked wearily. Gandalf stood and walked forward. He was almost concerned for the women in front of him. They seemed to know much more than they let on. The one who seemed enraged, Rachel, seemed to be tired. Almost as if she was giving up on everything, but not all at the same time. She fought every second of her life with all the ferocity and more than she proved she held a moment ago.
"We need you to help us. You may not be within the books Tolkein writes, but you will help the Fellowship a great deal and maybe even find peace here that you could not at home," he said, approaching her. Rachel looked up at him and he handed her her daggers. He got close and said in a whisper, "After all, your men and friends died because of you. Don't you want to make it up to them by helping others? Don't you want to let Jake and Bryan rest peacefully in their graves?"
Rachel jumped to her feet and held out a dagger.
"How dare you! I will not let you say anymore if you speak of them again! Do you understand me, Gandalf?" she yelled. Holly and the rest watched silently as Gandalf nodded his head quickly. Rachel, not wanting to kill him, roared and threw her dagger forcefully at a knot in a tree trunk, hitting it squarely in the middle before walking away. Holly told the others not to follow. She knew Rachel would be back. After all, she left her guns at the campsite.
Disclaimer: They're not mine….I don't own a thing…DAMNIT!
"Who d'you suppose they are, Strider?" asked a small, merry voice. Rachel opened her eyes only to see that she was bound hand and foot. Knowing not to struggle, she turned slightly to see if Holly was awake yet or if she was even there. She was and still sleeping soundly with no clue. Rolling her eyes, Rachel remembered her daggers. If she was lucky...yes! They were still there. Whoever had kidnapped them was extremely dumb. Cutting the rope with a blade, she freed herself and began working on Holly, listening to the strangers at a nearby camp.
"I don't know, but their clothes are very strange to me, Pippin. And these...they could be weapons of some sort but none that I have ever seen."
Rachel reached for her pack a few yards away and searched for her guns. Finally, not finding them, she decided that those were what the group was examining and punched at the dust.
"They certainly do not seem to be from this world."
"Indeed not! I've never seen any Man dress as they do!"
"But they are women!"
Rachel freed Holly and awoke her silently. Holly was quiet (Rachel's hand was over her mouth) and slowly got up. Holly watched as Rachel approached the camp and mouthed a word of caution. Holly inched her way backwards and finally began to run. Suddenly she fell, cursing, to the ground. Rachel sighed irritably and rolled her eyes.
"Ouch! Shit!" she screamed, feeling her knee. Many of the men in the group sprang to their feet and Rachel grabbed one with a shield and sword and pulled him to the ground, knocking him unconscious as the others looked toward Holly.
"Boromir, Gimli and you four! Grab that girl!" said a man. When he got no reply from Gimli or Boromir (Rachel had grabbed the dwarf while the other was giving orders) he spun, only to be kicked in the chest. Rachel rolled as an arrow narrowly missed her head and punctured a log behind her. She glanced toward Holly and saw her duck behind a boulder as four children- like men raced after her. A tall man with a bow and arrow ready to spring jumped forward as the other stood again and Rachel rushed at him. She grabbed his bow and twisted it from his grip, throwing it to the ground. She kicked him against a tree and threw a dagger behind her, barely missing the other man who ran at her from behind.
"I'm rusty," she said, placing her other dagger at the arrowless man's neck. She cut him on the side of the neck and he flinched, but barely.
"Who are you and where are we?" she asked forcefully. The man behind her was motionless and without any options other than to watch as his friend was overpowered by a human woman.
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood," he replied. Rachel was suddenly reminded of Tolkien's books of Middle-Earth and pressed harder with her dagger. Those books were one of the only positive things left in her life. Tolkein and Shakespeare were what took up her spare time.
"Don't lie! Middle-Earth and its people are only in books! You live in a fantasy world!" she yelled. The smaller men dragged Holly back at that point and Rachel snapped her head at them. Holly shrugged.
"They have swords!" she complained. Rachel rolled her eyes and was suddenly thrown from the man beneath her. She dodged a sword and pulled her other dagger from a tree nearby. Rushing forward, she rolled between the two men and held a dagger at both of their necks.
"Where are we? Tell me the truth or I'll kill both of you!"
"Take her seriously! She's done it before!" Holly cried. Rachel told her to shut up and glared at the two men. The four children stared at her in shock and Holly took it to her advantage. She snagged a sword from one of them and held it to one of their necks. They yelled in terror, but didn't move. The short man and the one with a shield on his back stood up, rubbing their heads. An old man still sat on a boulder with his pipe, not moving, but only watching the chaos.
"What happened?" the taller man asked. He looked forward and saw two of his comrades being held hostages by the woman they had caught earlier.
"Where are we?" Rachel asked again, more forcefully and sending a trickle of blood down her captives necks. Holly just followed her lead, but didn't make the child bleed. She thought that would be inhumane.
"You are in Middle-Earth, my dear. Where else would you be?" asked the old man. Rachel stared at him in shock. She couldn't beleive she hadn't seen him sitting there the entire time.
"In Southern Ohio in the United States of America in North America on the planet Earth. Now tell me old man, what are you doing on our property!"
"I don't believe this is your land. Take a look around. Does it look like your Ohio?"
"Not in the least," Rachel said without blinking. She was scared to death. Holly was terrified. They had to find out anything they could in order to get home.
"Please, I'm Gandalf. Your captives are Aragorn and Legolas and neither of them will hurt you if you drop your blades. I promise you," he said in a kindly tone. Rachel didn't move, but Holly dropped the small sword and walked forward.
"Are we really in Middle-Earth?" she asked, mystified. Gandalf nodded his head and Rachel snorted.
"I don't trust this, Holly, and neither should you!"
"Don't you remember when we were kids and we wanted something like this to happen? Well, it's happening! You're just too pissed off at yourself to see it!" Holly yelled. Rachel, fury in her every move, threw the two men forward and put her daggers on the ground. They spun around as she stood straight and, with a glance from Gandalf, put their weapons away too.
"Now, tell me, what happened?" he asked, still smoking his pipe. Holly explained falling asleep and waking up there while Rachel stood, ever watchful.
"I see. So my calling on Valar has come to play. You are from a different world, are you not? You are warriors?" he asked excitedly. Holly nodded and Rachel glanced at him, but mainly kept her eyes on all those who carried weapons. The children sat down beside Gandalf and Rachel came to realize that they were hobbits. She became extremely angry.
"So let me guess, old man. You're Gandalf the wizard, he's Aragorn, the Heir of Isildor, he's Boromir the Steward of Gondor, he's Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood, he's Gimli the Dwarf, and these four are Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, Frodo Baggins, and Meriadoc Brandybuck. Am I right?" she asked, nearly holding herself back from ripping his neck off his shoulders. When Holly and she were in their early teens, a movie was made about Tolkein's trilogy. The people standing in front of her looked exactly as the actors had. He nodded and Rachel growled, making the hobbits in front of her shiver and retreat a few steps.
"She's worse than the Ringwraiths!" Pippin whispered to Frodo. Rachel's head shot toward him and he froze.
"I'm your worst nightmare, Pippin and if you underestimate me, you won't live to see another day," she said calmly, fire flickering in her eyes.
"Rae! Will you give it a break? Look! He has elf ears!" Holly yelled at her friend, tugging on Legolas' ears. He stepped away from her irritably and rolled his eyes in agitation. Then she went to the hobbits.
"They got the feet and the ears!" she pointed out. Rachel sighed and relaxed slightly, but not enough for anyone to notice. She had indeed noticed and was convinced that they weren't lying.
"Fellowship of the Ring, are you? Well, Gandalf the Grey, what do you want with us?" she asked wearily. Gandalf stood and walked forward. He was almost concerned for the women in front of him. They seemed to know much more than they let on. The one who seemed enraged, Rachel, seemed to be tired. Almost as if she was giving up on everything, but not all at the same time. She fought every second of her life with all the ferocity and more than she proved she held a moment ago.
"We need you to help us. You may not be within the books Tolkein writes, but you will help the Fellowship a great deal and maybe even find peace here that you could not at home," he said, approaching her. Rachel looked up at him and he handed her her daggers. He got close and said in a whisper, "After all, your men and friends died because of you. Don't you want to make it up to them by helping others? Don't you want to let Jake and Bryan rest peacefully in their graves?"
Rachel jumped to her feet and held out a dagger.
"How dare you! I will not let you say anymore if you speak of them again! Do you understand me, Gandalf?" she yelled. Holly and the rest watched silently as Gandalf nodded his head quickly. Rachel, not wanting to kill him, roared and threw her dagger forcefully at a knot in a tree trunk, hitting it squarely in the middle before walking away. Holly told the others not to follow. She knew Rachel would be back. After all, she left her guns at the campsite.