Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, GameCube, Nintendo, Capcom, nor Lord of the Rings, so there! Nyah! *sticks out tongue*

Author's note: This is a spin off from my first fic "Two Girls and a Fellowship". You should read it at least the first couple chapters to get a good view of it. I'm really sorry, but I just don't feel like posting up each one of the earlier chapters. Unless you guys want me to post up all the chapters up to this point so you wouldn't have to read my first story, but it'd be the same thing, really, but I don't know. I serve to please. Now I sound like a waitress. . .

Co-Author's Note: Hello, I am n@talia. For your information I am not Russian, I am in fact Asian-American. I just like the name. Right now I feel like crap, cuz I went to sleep at 12:00 am and woke up at 5:00 am so that I could play the Two Towers on my PS2. I purposefully fail some missions when I play so that I can see all the little movies with Legolas in them, even the scenes where he dies ;_; so sad. Actually, I usually wake up at five so that I could do one of the following:
1. Play the Two Towers
2. Watch all scenes with Legolas in LOTR
3. Watch all the scenes with Orlando in Black Hawk Down. Oh, my, God. Josh, Ewan and Orlando all on the screen, AT THE SAME TIME! Yup, life doesn't get any better. Unless you see them all in real life.
This would all be great if I didn't have to go to class at 7:30. Damn…even after high school you still have to learn if you wanna get a good job. Okay, I'm done now.

Mercies Angel: Well, that was hardly worth half a page. . .

N@talia: Shut up.

Author's note: I'm portrayed through Jen, if you didn't know, and N@talia is represented by Liz. Oh, and a major WARNING!! Severe anti-characterism. That's why it is a parody.

Anyways, In the beginning. . .

Jen's POV

Damn that Sam. Won't he ever shut up? First he was jabbering about his dirt, now he wouldn't shut up about the Elves. I've dropped about twelve hints so far, each suggesting silence. "You know what Sam? Silence is golden. How about getting rich?" I growled through clenched teeth. "You know what? I heard Elves are rich," he said with a distant look covering his face. 'Damn it…' I thought, trying to find another way to shut him up. Well, I didn't have to. A cry from the other boat did. I glanced over, and saw the frightful face of Legolas. He had his bow out, though I could not see anything to shoot.

Aragorn suddenly began rowing backwards. "What's going on?!" I cried. The boat was being pulled towards something. When we got close enough, I saw the object of alarm. There were whirlpools; three of them. Cold fear took washed over me, and my mind raced to think of something to do. "It is the work of Saruman!" Boromir shouted. This wasn't in the books. This wasn't in the movie. This wasn't supposed to happen. As the boats drew closer, they shattered into splinters. Suddenly, water washed over me and I was pulled underneath the water. I opened my eyes to determine up from down, and my heart nearly stopped. Purple lightning was illuminating the entire area, originating from the whirlpools. This had to be some sort of queer dream; just like everything else.

I grabbed the nearest thing possible in a panic: the dwarf. "Float, Dwarf, FLOAT!!" I yelled. "I know you wish to be near me, my love, but this is not the time," he sputtered. "Gah! No way!!!" I screeched, tossing him aside, which just so happened to be near a whirlpool. He yelled loudly and vanished. I could hear Liz screaming, too, and saw that she pulling at Legolas' hair in a frenzy with the poor archer yelling in pain and panic. They vanished into the same whirlpool as the dwarf. I looked around in alarm, looking for a way out. I could see Boromir swamped with Frodo, Merry, and Pippin who were all trying not to drown. Somehow, he managed to stay afloat, but couldn't steer free of the far whirlpool nearest to the shore. I could hear only the muffled screams of the hobbits before they, too, vanished into the swirl of water and lightning.

I was pulled back down into the water, and I looked down to see the culprit. It was Sam, desperately trying to reach the surface. I tried pulling him up, but he and I only got a whiff of oxygen before going into another whirlpool; and I could only briefly see Aragorn's stunned face (poor guy was in shock) being pulled with us. Pain swept through my body and I wished nothing more to scream, but couldn't find the air to do it. My world then went into a numbing black.


Liz's POV

-WHOMP- I landing hard the ground, sputtering water. My mind swam from both lack of oxygen and the fall. I managed to lift my front part of me up on shaking arms, still spitting up water. I crawled to my feet and looked around. I could see that I was in the middle of a dark forest and I thought I could still be in Middle-Earth. "By the Valar," I heard someone whisper. I looked over and saw Legolas rise from his back; one had supporting himself behind him and the other rubbing the back of his neck. I moved towards him and he nearly reached for his knives before seeing who I was. "Oh," he said numbly, "it is you."

I frowned, "Yes, it's me. Where are we?" He opened his mouth to answer, but was cut short by a rustling of the bushes behind us. He grabbed his bow that lay a few feet away and notched an arrow, calling out, "Who is there?!" I instinctively moved my hands to my belt, where my knives were, but only grasped only leather and panicked. My darlings were gone and an enemy was to fall on us. Legolas nearly released his arrow before the culprit finally emerged. "Gimli!" Legolas cried. The dwarf stumbled out, waterlogged and scratched up by the brush he had been crawling through. He stopped at the sight of us, leaned against his ax and heaved a breathe. "Where are you, Babies?" I called. They answered me in their soft, wistful tones. "Don't worry, Mama's coming for you!" I answered to their calls. I finally found my daggers underneath a tree's root behind me. I kissed the hilts and cuddled the daggers, glad to have my tiny tools of destruction back.

Legolas suddenly turned his head, listening intently. Another one of the bushes started to move and Legolas notched yet another arrow, though not as taunt. It stopped and I wondered what it was that was in the brush. "Jen? Aragorn? Hobbit? Somebody?!" I called, hoping to get an answer. Nothing came. "Look out!" I heard before a figure suddenly jumped out of the bushes. An arrow pierced it in mid-jump, causing the attacker to whine in pain and fall a few feet short. Five more of the creatures come out, too many to shoot. One jumped on me and I cried out, but quickly slashed it away with my knife. Another came just as the first was thrown aside, and I hadn't the time to prepare. It bit into my arm painfully, causing me to yell in pain. A boot kicked it away and a hand curled around my other arm. "Quickly!" Legolas shouted, yanking at my arm. I scrambled up and was soon half-led, half-dragged through the dark, creepy forest.

I was surprised how fast the elf was, for I could hardly stay on my own feet even with them going as fast as they could. Gimli really was being dragged, for his stumpy legs couldn't keep up with Legolas' long, fast, sexy legs. I looked back and saw dogs; blood and saliva frothing from their mouths and their skin almost gone. No. . .way. . . One jumped at me, but Legolas practically threw me out of the way.

"Over there!" Legolas shouted. I could only see a dim, distant outline. Legolas ducked under a large, low branch of a tree, which I barely had time to dodge. The large, oak doors of the mansion came into view and I would have breathed a sigh of relief had I any breath to start with. Legolas let go of his grip on me and threw open a door. He grabbed my arm again and threw himself, Gimli, and me into the large building. Jumping up, he slammed the heavy doors closed just as the dogs reached it. Thumps of the dogs hitting the door rained into the room. "Is everyone alright?" he asked, not even breathless.

Trying to get up, I cried out as the weight on my arm sent flashes of pain into my shoulder. He noticed this and reached over. I would have screamed in joy, but I decided to wait until he was done playing doctor. He pulled my sleeve up and moved his slender hands over the wound. "The skin isn't broken, it will just bruise rather badly. You are lucky to have had this on," he informed, throwing aside the chewed up, leather armband I was wearing. After he turned away, I squealed from rapture, but no one paid any attention to me.

"I have never seen a place like this," he whispered to himself, gazing out the window near the door. "I have," I noted. He turned to me, in a sexy kind of way only he can. Sounding somewhat like a person hosting a documentary, I continued, "We're in a videogame. Not any game, but one of my favorites! Resident Evil. And, judging by the door at the top of those steps, the GameCube version at that." He shook his head, obviously fed up with my stories. "We are! This is a game about evil pharmaceutical companies making bio-hazardous weapons and stuff! I suggest we now go find some guns, green herbs and a room with a typewriter. GUNS! MUAHAHAHA! I'M SO HAPPY!!! . . ." I laughed, wringing my hands wickedly.

I never thought I'd ever say that again since Jen and I got sucked up into Lord of the Rings. Gimli looked at me as though I had said that cows were actually evil space monkeys from the planet Trimlis. "You are full of nonsense," Legolas reasoned, looking about. "Guh-uhns?!" the dwarf asked, standing up. "Yes! They are only the best thing man could ever create! Not even the internet comes close!!" I said, tears welling in my eyes from just the thought of the beautiful metallic tools of destruction that I would soon hold in my hands. "Een-ter-net?" Gimli inquired.

"If you know this place, how do we get out?" Legolas questioned, notching another arrow into his bow. "Well, we have to wait for a helicopter, but I'm not sure it will come considering we aren't Chris or Jill. . ." I trailed off. Now this was a predicament: Cerberus {zombie dogs} outside and no way to get out without getting seriously mailed. By the time someone comes and gets us, we'd have run out of ammo to shoot stuff! Hmm. . .

A moan suddenly came from the left. 'Mental note: Zombie number one.' I still had my knives in my hands and twirled them playfully; this had to be fun. Legolas pulled his arrow back, aiming it at the door. "Come on! It's not gonna come after us!" I said, pulling Legolas towards the door. "If it is not going to come after us, why go after it?" he questioned. "'Cause it's fun, silly-head."

I left him and opened the doors, running down the length of the dining room. I opened the other door and ran to the left. I heard the nearest zombie behind me, but I ignored it with a simple, "Hold on for a sec. ya freak" I turned the corner and saw the main zombie munching on the body of a still live person who was quivering in shock. "Hey, bud! You've tasted flesh, how 'bout a taste of steel?!" I threatened, twirling my knives for effect. I'd like a copy of that tape.

The zombie turned with blood and tissue dripping from its mouth and jaw, its skin white and peeling. Rising, it turned to me. "That's right. Nice, fresh meat. You like that, don't you?" I taunted. The zombie finally got close enough for it to lunge. I countered with a thrust of my knives; one into it's jaw, the other into its heart. These things were so slow it was almost funny! It barely felt the wounds, so I continued stabbing it until it collapsed to the floor.

"Elizabeth!" a cry called, interrupting my prodding. "What? Oh! Hiya, Leggy! Want to join in the fun?" His incredulous look was priceless. "FUN?! You are more perturbed than I first thought! Get up from the gory floor and come on!" he said. "I hate to say this, Leggy, but: 'Told ya so!'"

"Told me what?" he asked. "The zombies, the rooms, the guns that are in the rooms. How do you think I know all this? Could it be that I'm right?" Gimli suddenly stumbled into the room, his ax bloodied. "Oh no!" I cried, getting up and shoving past everyone. There, on the floor dripping blood, was the very first zombie I found at the right of the door. "Wake up! I need to stab!" I cried, poking the body with a blade. "Come on before I grow impatient," Legolas yelled, tugging at my arm. I wrenched back, continuing the jabbing. "Very well, Gimli and I will leave. Come on, Gimli," he informed.

The choices: Poking a rotting body, or following my one and only love and protecting his wonderful goodness from harm. Toughy. I slit the throat of the zombie and hurried over to Legolas, grabbing his arm. He sighed, knowing he had to face his fears and show his true emotions sometime, and continued with Gimli trotting behind. "This is the best. First we need to get the shotgun. Hmm…and maybe a Beretta for the sake of it. I would personally like a .357 Magnum, but I don't see any sign of Barry. Oh well, a Colt Python's nice too. Wait. . . If we're here, then where's the Resident Evil crew?"

Meanwhile, in Middle-Earth

"Um. . .Chris, what are we doing in the middle of a river?"

"I don't know, Jill. Last thing I remember is. . .hey! Wesker's the traitor!! Stop him!" Chris yells, pointing to the retreating Wesker. "No! Wait! You don't understand! Barry's the traitor, I swear!" he screams, running away, though is cut short when he runs into a bunch of orcs. "What the hell kind of zombies are these?" he asks, poking the chest of one with his gun. The orc snarls and grabs the gun. It tries to find out how to use it, but blows off its head in the process. The other orcs are outraged and charge after Wesker. "SSHIIIIIIIIIIITT!!!!" the captain screams as they run after him down the shore.

Jen's POV

"Ow. . .damn it," I whispered, fighting off rising pain. I turned onto my side and realized that I was laying on asphalt. I sat up and looked around, shocked. It was dark, but there were signs, streetlights that were mostly off other than a flickering one that was occasionally found down the street, and even some parked cars. This was my world. "M-m-my DIRT!!!" a voice called beside me. I turned and saw Sam, holding mud in his hands. He began crying at the loss of his beloved Galadriel brand dirt and flopped down on his side. "M-my d-dirt!" he sniffled. A footstep on rocks behind me caused me to start and turn sharply. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw only Aragorn surveying his surroundings. "By Elbereth, what is this place?" he asked himself. "It-it looks like a place from my world!" I dared to say, scared to jinx anything. "Your world?"

"This looks like the place I used to live, but more run-down," I explained, taking in a closer look. Some windows were shattered and most everything was broken. The few buildings without their windows broken were boarded up. 'Where is everyone?' I asked myself. No traffic, to people, and-and what the hell is that smell? A sign reading "Emmy's Diner" flickered and finally blowout in a flurry of sparks. I ducked, and ordered Sam and Aragorn to do so as well, though Sam's hair began to smoke. It suddenly blew into flame, causing the hobbit to run around screaming, and I had a fine time slapping it out, felling avenged for the constant chatter of dirt and elves on the boats.

He sighed and muttered he was starving as if it were a habit when nervous. "Well, do you have any food?" I asked, grabbing my sword that lay a feet feet from my and reattaching it to my belt. The hobbit shook his head, "I think I lost it in the river."

"And I as well," Aragorn consented. "I don't have mine, either." We all sat there, thinking of how to find some food. I looked back over to the diner that sat several yards down the street. Dare I go into a bordered, dirty diner where the FDA most likely gave an "F" for the rating? Considering there was no other indication of a building with even a scrap of food in it, I might as well risk it.

Aragorn was kind enough to slice open the door after I had been bashing Sam against it for about five minutes. "Hello? Is any body in here?" I called. Nothing. Something clanged in a back room, and Aragorn, Sam, and I exchanged uneasy glances. I unsheathed my sword and followed the cautious Aragorn. He burst down a door with a kick and gasped, followed by my gasp that sounded more like a gag and Sam's sickened squeal.

A strange, fetid form sound hunched over a body lying on the dirty, roach encrusted floor. The body belonged to a young woman, half of it chewed and shredded with the entire head completely gone with only pieces of hair and a few facial bits to prove it was there in the first place. Nausea flew over me and I now knew where the putrid smell was originating. I cried out in fright as the fat, bald figure stood and showed its disgusting, hideous, distorted face with bloodied teeth and jaw. 'The monster had been eating the body!' the realization hit into me like a ton of bricks. I screamed so loudly, I though even my own ears would pop. I grabbed Aragorn's back and Sam's hair impulsively and ran out the door we came in.

Zombies suddenly flooded from everywhere and grabbed for us. I screamed again and ran back into "Joe's Diner", their moans filling the restaurant. Aragorn pushed the rather uncoordinated zombie over the table and dragged everyone out the back door. Zombies shuffled through the end of the alley and were practically falling over to us. I was about to scream when Aragorn clamped a hand over my mouth, shoved me aside and chopped off the heads of three zombies, clearing a way. "Quickly!" he called, slicing at another rotted humanoid.

I ran after the warrior and dragged the hobbit behind me. Aragorn continued to slash at the moaning monsters while I searched for some sort of weapon or a ways of escape. I then spotted salvation: A car parked at the side of the road. Sure, it was a long shot, but it was worth a try. I wasn't surprised when the door was locked and had to bash open the window with my sword. I flicked the lock of the car up and shoved Sam in. The hobbit was wide eyed, staring blankly at nothing. I mostly ignored him and pried open the bottom of the steering wheel with the blade of my sword, then greeted with an intricate system of wires. "Oh, God," I whispered, trying desperately to remember what to do and growing angrier and more fearful when I couldn't.

'Was it blue to red? Or yellow to green. . . Wait. . .I think it was blue wire to green.' I connected the two colored wires and yelled as a surge of electricity burst up my arms and into my chest. I lay on floor of the car, head pounding, trying to get some air into my lungs when something grabbed my leg and pulled me out of the car. I shrieked and reached for my sword, but was too short. "Sam!! Give me the sword!" I yelled. The hobbit finally reacted to something and shoved the hilt to my hand. I slashed at the head that was about to take a bite out of my leg and at the legs of a person who I hoped wasn't Aragorn. The body of a zombie fell on top of me and tried to gnaw on my neck. I expected the teeth to sink into me, but they didn't.

I looked over and saw that Sam had impaled the head on the end of his sword. I shoved the bleeding creature off me and grabbed two random wires. 'Please work . . .' The car engine started and I let out a small sigh of joy. "It lives!!" I yelled. I was so happy; I could almost feel tears brimming my eyes. Sam was panicking, yelling "monster" repeatedly. He was squirming so much I though his seat would disintegrate. I climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door closed. Zombies tried to reach through the broken window, but I quickly shifted gears to reverse and stepped on the pedal, running over a few.

I heard a cry from behind and I hoped I hadn't run over Aragorn. I looked into the cracked rear-view mirror and saw Aragorn running away from the car. Spinning the car around, I screamed at him to "Get in the damned car!" He turned and saw that Sam and I were in the car. His eyes opened wide and he turned to charge forward. I drove up even farther and ordered Sam to stop rambling and open the door. He had some trouble, and time wasn't exactly on our side, so I reached over and did it for him. My elbow hit the glove compartment, causing it to pop open. My eyes fell upon a handgun lying inside. How convenient. I grabbed it and found it was full of ammo, but remembered I couldn't shot even my own head if I tried.

A loud crunch suddenly brought my eyes up to the hood. Aragorn had just sliced off the right corner of the car. "You idiot! Stop that! Just get inside!!" I yelled. He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Hurry! Stop chopping the car and get in!!" I screamed, pointing to the open door near Sam. He reluctantly inched towards it, never lowering his sword. "Come on!" I screamed. He jumped in. "Close it!" I yelled. When did I suddenly turn into a drill sergeant? "Sam, close the door," I ordered. I turned to him and saw that he had the gun in his mouth, trying to chew it. "Gah! Don't do that! You'll have your brains everywhere if it goes off!!" I could only barely hear an "It wasn't very tasty, anyway" before he closed it and I hit the pedal to the metal, hearing the tires screech against the pavement.

The blood drained from Sam and Aragorn's faces as I sped through the streets. I gladly ran over a few unsuspecting zombies wandering about in the streets. The windshield was beginning to crack from all the blows it was getting and I was starting to swerve. Suddenly, a zombie moaned from behind me and flashed into view of the rear-view mirror. I screamed and started shooting everywhere. I turned in my seat and tried shooting at the zombie, missing horribly. I didn't even see the tree I hit. The car crashed to a halt, metal crushing and glass shattering. I screamed, covering my head with my hands.

The car stopped and I realized I was covered in pebbled glass, laying between the airbag and the driver's door. I blinked and tried to move, shifting around to get out. I was glad nothing was broken to my knowledge, but I was pinned by the airbag. I lifted my gun and shot a hole in it, watching the white puff deflate. When Sam and Aragorn weren't in the seat, I thought they had been thrown out of the car. When I saw that there was no sign of them outside, I looked down and saw that Sam and Aragorn sat huddled underneath the glove compartment, looking at the bullet-hole-riddled window where they had just been. "Um . . .oopsies?" I said apologetically. Unfortunately, the glove compartment was moved to block their way out. I cut at it with my sword, but then resorted to cutting out the chair, allowing them access to an exit.

I started as a moan came from the backseat. The zombie rose, reaching towards Sam who was closest. Aragorn snatched Sam's collar and yanked him backwards, bringing his foot up to met with the zombies face. I tried to open the door, but it was stuck and I had to resort to kicking it. After about seven kicks, it finally opened, while Aragorn kicked his door down that wasn't even stuck down in three kicks. I was about to go through the newly opened exit when the zombie grabbed my arm. I screamed and punched the freak's face so hard it hurt my hand. I was surprised by my impulsive action, but quickly ran out the doorway and after Aragorn and Sam who were taking the liberty of running off without me. I took a quick look back at the car and could see smoke and sparks coming out from the trashed front. "Well, that rules out driving."

I was trying to catch up with the madly running Middle-Earthlings, but they were too fast and too far away. I shoot the gun up in the air from my impatience, causing Aragorn and Sam to slow down. The warrior cut down any zombie that strayed too near, though I was beginning to get tired of running. I stopped, reading a sign called "Happy Mini-Mart" before a small, two-story, dirt encrusted building. "Come on!" I yelled, cutting down the wood and running into the building. I stopped, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dusty darkness of the room. Sam bumped into me and I finally saw my surroundings. "Here, take as many of these as you can carry!" I ordered to both Sam and Aragorn, lading their arms with candy bars, bags of chips, and a few dented cans of Spam.

"What is this stuff?" Sam asked, confused. "The necessities," I replied, breaking down the bordered area and running up the stairs. I held my gun out, inspecting everything. The hallway had one door at the end. I opened it and looked around, keeping my gun ready at all times. In the far corner, near the window, was a corpse sitting in a chair, holding a shotgun and looking out the window with candy wrappers surrounding it. "That's very encouraging," I said, pushing the rotting body aside. It suddenly came to life and reached for me. Screaming, I threw myself away. It rose and stumbled to me, tripping over my feet. I moved out of the way and stood up, but fell as the zombie grabbed my legs. It tried to bite me through the thick leather of my boot, but I quickly slashed the head apart with my sword.

Aragorn ran into the room and saw that most everything was all right. I cut off the head of the dead (if that's what it could be called) zombie, remembering at least one thing from Liz's constant game playing of a game called Satanic Residence, or something like that. The zombies were certainly a dead give-a-way. I wasn't going to let the damned zombie turn into a crimson head, a little perk known to zombies Liz explained to me through manic laughing at the zombies' exploded head. Aragorn burst open each door but the one leading to the hallway and surveyed each room; at last satisfied that everything was safe. Sam poked uneasily at the body of the zombie, but finally tried eating the candy bars that he and Aragorn hauled up the stairs.

"No, you idiot, you have to take off the wrappers first. But we need to rationalize it, okay?" I told Sam, showing him how to take off the wrappers of the candy bars. "This is the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted! Even better than lembas!! I must have more!" he gasped after a mouthful, then making his way to the door. Two zombies suddenly burst open the door and staggered in. I jolted up from the floor and shot at one, missing badly. Aragorn finally slashed down both of them and shoved them out the door.

"Hand me that chair," he ordered. I complied and watched as he built a barricade for the door. A chair, a chest, and the dresser hid the door from sight and I doubted that any zombies could make their way into the room. "Okay, here's the situation. I suspect we got sucked up into a popular videogame from my time. After being sucked into the Lord of the Rings, I'm not too surprised. I am, however, terrified. Zombies infest the area, and we'll probably die from either starvation, T-Virus, that's the stuff that makes people zombies, infestation, or from zombies eating us to death," I explained in a less than calm voice. "We have about a one in eight hundred million chance that someone will save us. That isn't good."

"Um. . .one question. What's a 'zom-bee'?" Sam spoke up. "The things that have chased us since we came here!!" I yelled. "And they want to eat us? Why would they want to eat us? I do not think I would be really tasty," he replied. "Don't know, don't care. All I care about is surviving," I said, looking out of a slit of dusty window that wasn't bordered. Chomping noises and crackling of cellophane diverted my attention. I looked behind me and there was Sam, sitting on the bed and eating two Snickers bars and a Reese's cup at the same time. All about him lay wrappers. "No!! You're eating our food!"

"Is that not what food is for? To be eaten?" he reasoned. "Not when it's all we have with zombies trying to get us!!" I yelled. A flush came from the bathroom followed by serious clanking. I ran in and shouted, "Aragorn, stop stabbing the toilet!!"

"Toy-let?" he asked. "Yes, it's a toilet. You crap and piss in it. It's like a hole in the ground that flushes so it doesn't smell," I explained through gritted teeth. More crackling of plastic wrappers came from the bedroom. "Sam, you'd better not be eating the food!" I said, turning back to the bedroom. "I wasn't, I swear!" he mumbled, chocolate all over his face. I only hope that the zombies kill us soon.

Boromir's POV

"Damn it!!!" I screamed. Revolting humans were scattered, shambling towards us. "Pippin!" Merry screamed from beside me. A zombie had grabbed the young hobbit and was hanging him from his shoulders. Frodo chopped at the zombie's feet, grabbed Pippin, and ran after us. "We have to hide!" I yelled, motioning to a door. I bashed down the door with my foot and threw the hobbits in, slicing at a few disgusting creatures with my sword. I didn't wait for the dust to settle or my eyes to adjust to the new darkness and grabbed as many hands as I could find, dragging everyone down a flight of stairs.

It was some sort of wine cellar, and the air was damp without hardly any hope of light. I closed the doors and bound them with a broom through the handles. I felt my way around and sat down on the floor. I managed to find my flint and lit a chair on fire as a light source. Hobbit shrieks suddenly filled the air and I turned to see what was wrong. A zombie stood next to them, unsure what to do with so many screeching hobbits surrounding it. I must have led it in along with the hobbits. Frodo was the first to respond. He lunged and tackled the ghastly being with every last ounce of force. He stabbed at it with Sting, and Merry soon joined the attack followed by Pippin. They continued stabbing it even after I was sure it was dead.

They moved around the fire, breathless from their short battle with the beast. Each of the hobbits then grabbed a bottle of wine and started drinking. They soon fell asleep in a corner after many a drink and tiny snores echoed the room. I looked about for any kind of wood I could feed to the fire. I chopped up a small shelf after placing the hobbit's breakfast (more wine) safely on the ground. The fire grew slightly, and I found myself drifting dangerously close to sleep. Movement suddenly came from the front of the cellar. I begged the Valar that it was only the fire's flickering shadows playing tricks on me.

The body the hobbits battled earlier suddenly rose, though it was different from before. It's head was a fresh blood red and claws protruded from its hands. It rushed to me and I yelled, waking the hobbits and grabbing my sword, preparing for the worst.

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I don't know how popular this is going to be, but it was worth a try. My buddy, and coauthor, n@talia, came up with this idea, so blame her! Muahahahaha! Yeah. Well, tell me what you think!