Alright everyone, here's the third chapter! ^ . ^ Enjoy!
Rachel was sitting alone on a bench in the gardens of Rivendell later that day, muttering to herself.
"Stupid fat hobbit!" Rachel said in a Gollum-like voice. She was mad because she had been chased away from Frodo by Sam and his infamous frying pan.
"I'll get him, my pretty...and his little pan too!" she said, imitating the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz.
Suddenly a sound like a phone ringing far away brought her out of her thoughts. Realizing what it was, she scribbled in her notebook and reappeared in her room in time to catch the phone on its final ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rachel? Are you doing anything right now?" It was Rachel's friend, Mark.
"Actually, I was just in Rivendell..."
"No, seriously."
"I'm serious!"
"Prove it."
Rachel grinned. "Okay." She wrote some more in her notebook, and....
"What the...?? Where am I?" Mark said as he and Rachel appeared in Rivendell.
"In Rivendell," Rachel said matter-of-factly. "I just wrote us into Lord of the Rings," she explained, holding up her notebook.
Mark's eyes widened as he took in the scenery, then he turned to Rachel and asked, "Hey...do you think Aragorn's here?"
"I don't think," replied Rachel, "I know. I saw him at the Council."
"You went to the council?"
Rachel grinned. "Yup."
Mark's eyes widened even more. "Did you get to join the Fellowship?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes....although I don't think Frodo was too happy about it..." she said, frowning.
"Oh no, Rachel. You found Frodo? What did you do to him?"
"Uh...." Rachel said, blushing.
"Never mind, Rachel, I don't want to know," Mark said quickly. "Help me find Aragorn, and I'll show you how you're supposed to act when you meet your idol/role model-person."
They finally found Aragorn as he was examining the shards of Narsil. Mark's eyes grew so wide that his eyes seemed to take over his face.
"A-A-Aragorn?" Mark said, as his mouth dropped open in wonder. Aragorn was so startled that he dropped the sword on his foot, then hopped up and down in pain.
"Who're you?" Aragorn asked, looking at Mark suspiciously.
But Mark seemed unable to speak, and he just imitated a goldfish, his mouth opening then closing and opening again.
"SPEAK!" Aragorn said, drawing his sword in defense.
Mark simply mumbled something unintelligible, so Rachel translated for him. "His name is Mark." Mark mumbled something else, and Rachel added, "He thinks it's a great honor to meet you, Aragorn."
Aragorn sheathed his sword. "All right then, Mark." He began to limp away, wincing every time he moved the foot the sword had fallen on.
"Wait! Where are you going?" said Mark, suddenly able to speak.
"I need to tend to my foot," Aragorn replied, limping away.
"I'm coming with you!" Mark said, running up behind Aragorn.
"Fans," Rachel muttered, then followed the two.
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Rachel was sitting alone on a bench in the gardens of Rivendell later that day, muttering to herself.
"Stupid fat hobbit!" Rachel said in a Gollum-like voice. She was mad because she had been chased away from Frodo by Sam and his infamous frying pan.
"I'll get him, my pretty...and his little pan too!" she said, imitating the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz.
Suddenly a sound like a phone ringing far away brought her out of her thoughts. Realizing what it was, she scribbled in her notebook and reappeared in her room in time to catch the phone on its final ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rachel? Are you doing anything right now?" It was Rachel's friend, Mark.
"Actually, I was just in Rivendell..."
"No, seriously."
"I'm serious!"
"Prove it."
Rachel grinned. "Okay." She wrote some more in her notebook, and....
"What the...?? Where am I?" Mark said as he and Rachel appeared in Rivendell.
"In Rivendell," Rachel said matter-of-factly. "I just wrote us into Lord of the Rings," she explained, holding up her notebook.
Mark's eyes widened as he took in the scenery, then he turned to Rachel and asked, "Hey...do you think Aragorn's here?"
"I don't think," replied Rachel, "I know. I saw him at the Council."
"You went to the council?"
Rachel grinned. "Yup."
Mark's eyes widened even more. "Did you get to join the Fellowship?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes....although I don't think Frodo was too happy about it..." she said, frowning.
"Oh no, Rachel. You found Frodo? What did you do to him?"
"Uh...." Rachel said, blushing.
"Never mind, Rachel, I don't want to know," Mark said quickly. "Help me find Aragorn, and I'll show you how you're supposed to act when you meet your idol/role model-person."
They finally found Aragorn as he was examining the shards of Narsil. Mark's eyes grew so wide that his eyes seemed to take over his face.
"A-A-Aragorn?" Mark said, as his mouth dropped open in wonder. Aragorn was so startled that he dropped the sword on his foot, then hopped up and down in pain.
"Who're you?" Aragorn asked, looking at Mark suspiciously.
But Mark seemed unable to speak, and he just imitated a goldfish, his mouth opening then closing and opening again.
"SPEAK!" Aragorn said, drawing his sword in defense.
Mark simply mumbled something unintelligible, so Rachel translated for him. "His name is Mark." Mark mumbled something else, and Rachel added, "He thinks it's a great honor to meet you, Aragorn."
Aragorn sheathed his sword. "All right then, Mark." He began to limp away, wincing every time he moved the foot the sword had fallen on.
"Wait! Where are you going?" said Mark, suddenly able to speak.
"I need to tend to my foot," Aragorn replied, limping away.
"I'm coming with you!" Mark said, running up behind Aragorn.
"Fans," Rachel muttered, then followed the two.
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