Hey hey kids!!! I've decided to right a new FanFic.  This one entitled "Breakfast at Thuranduils" is a parody of Lord of the Rings.  I'm not sure if Ima gonna follow the trilogy or not.  Tell me what you think.  Read and Review!!!

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"Abby! Laura! Breakfast!"

"Naagfdshjies!" For those of you who don't speak Justwokenup, that's "BUZZOFF!"

"I made pancakes!!!"

"Gasp!"

            Claire and Lola sprang from the sleeping bags. I wasn't very often that Lola's mom made pancakes. They tried to run out the door, but both ran at it at the same time, got stuck, and ended up falling out thedoor…. flat on their faces. Then they tried running down the stairs, which proved even less successful. Claire tripped on her purple fuzzy slippers and grabbed Lola for balance. Big mistake. Once again, they both stumbled down the stairs and landed, that's right kids, flat on their faces!  Arriving at the kitchen, they saw the plates stacked with pancakes. Drooling noises filled the air.

"Ew, Claire, that's gross!"

"slurp I can't help it! They're just so yummy. Yummy cakes of…
"Dough?"
"No"
"Flour?"

"No…"
"Sugar?"
"No!! Yummy cakes…pan."
"sigh Just eat your cakes of pan, Claire. Help will come for you someday.

So, after another one of Claire's great displays of intelligence, they both dug into their pancakeness. Lola loved pancakes. They were just amazing. Something about pancakes just made her happy. She thought if everyone in the world had pancakes we would be able to--

"GET ON WITH IT!!!" Claire yelled.

Oh. ahem Yes, of course. Anyways, as usual, Claire was being particularly stupid that day. It first began with the talking to the syrup bottle.

"Hello syrup bottle! How are you today? How's cupboard life? Yeah, I know. Mold sucks."

"Claire. Please stop talking to the syrup bottle." Claire then clanged her fork with Lola's.

"EN GARDE!!!"

Crap.

Oh it was a heated battle! Pancake bits flew throughout the air! It was so horrible. Lola nearly got Claire a couple of times. But in the end, Claire was victorious.  Ish.  The forks were actually tangled together. So Lola and Claire spent about five minutes trying to pull them apart. In the end they ended up with one leg on each others thigh. Then, Lola had a brilliant idea

 "Ok on the count of three, pull. One….two…three!"

A swirl of color filled the air. They felt like they were going to be sick. Before they knew it, they were on their butts in the middle of really purdy forest.

"Lola, we're not in Indiana anymore!"

No they were not.  This place was rich with life and blooming with beautiful flowers that were defiantly not from Indiana. Plus, there wasn't a cornfield in sight.

"Holy Chipotle sauce Claire!  We're in MIDDLE EARTH!"

Ok kids, so it's a really short opening but please tell me what you think

Abby