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Morning of March 25, 3019,
Life is not good. Our little group (nicknamed 'The Host') caught sight of the ground upon which the Black Gates stands today. And, I swear, if committing suicide were an option, I would be taking it. It's so BIG! And I can hear eternal thundering from behind it, I was right. Mr. Sauron is indeed gathering an army. So we're just standing here, all quiet, no one is talking; I just bet they expect me to do something. I'm just as human as they are; they go up and ask Mr. Sauron for a time slot in his appointments! Might as well go do something, it at least is better than doing nothing.
(Harry Potter shows up and casts a Cheering Charm on Aragorn and their troops.)
All right!! Let's hunt some ORC! Wohoo! Orc flesh!! (runs toward Black Gates with the troops following happily. Legolas is still skeptical, the charm didn't affect him.)
Sometime during the day of March 25, 3019,
I lost track of time. All I can say is that Mordor just collapsed around me. I mean there was this ROAR! And then this CRASH! And then the Barad-Dur went BOOM! And the ground underneath the yrch feet went SLAP!
(time lapse) So I walked to the gate and said, "The Lord of the Black land, stand forth!" or something like that. So after what seemed like ages to the hobbits, but only a second to Legolas, the Gates opened and this rat stepped out. I mean, he looked like a rat, he definitely wasn't a rat, but the point was that he looked like one. And, (this is the preposterous thing, Gimli swore to murder him single-handedly) he was holding the mail coat of mithril!!! Get your filthy stinking hands off it; it's not yours to hump!! So then he asked us whom these belonged to and then, reading the expression on Gandalf's face, went back inside with a smug look. (strangles imaginary neck in mid-air)
So I gave this fancy speech (I'll put it at the bottom of this entry, I don't want to disrupt the story line) and then, when all was quiet, I dismounted my horse, turned around at he troops and said, "For Frodo" (Aragorn fangirls faint) and then I ran towards the troops and then, (this is funny) Merry and Pippin came running after me, just the two of them, in all their warring glory. (I wonder if someone caught that on tape.) and then all of us (meaning the noble people and the armies ran to wards the gates like a Warg on a hunt (Or like me when I see evil yrch. But which yrch aren't evil?) And then the Lord (well, more like the Lord's eye) came down and was whispering, "Aragorn, Elssar". That really freaked me out, so I stared back at him, trying to fall back on the phrase 'If Looks Could Kill.' But no can beat the Lord of the Black land at that game, so I gave up. And then, this huge troll came and tried to squash my intestines out.
But, Frodo's timing was great; he destroyed the Ring and made mincemeat of the troll and the yrch right before the evil beast was about to squash me into jelly. So, then, when we wanted to rejoice and cheer, 'The Ring is Gone!' Gandalf realized that there was lava coming out of Mount Doom, and the hobbits would be deep fried if we didn't do something fast. So Gandalf went with the eagles and got the two hobbits safely back, but Frodo lost a finger. And now, we're too tired to go back to Minas Tirith, and just. (snore)
(wakes up abruptly) Oh, yeah, I wanted to tell you my sexy speech. Here goes:
"Sons of Gondor, of Rohan. My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of woes and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, Men of the West!"
Of course it was way better than that, I said it with more pomp and vigor that could never be expressed in writing.
April 1, 3019,
And thus it was: the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth began; and the Fellowship of the Ring, eternally bound by friendship and love, was not YET ended.
I mean, how can it end! Frodo and Sam still haven't woken up! Well, I guess that line means that all our adventures have ended. Shame, I really enjoyed the company of the hobbits the men, the dwarf and elf. Oh, yes and the wizard. (cowers behind Legolas to avoid Gandalf's stares) So the agenda now is that once Frodo and all awake, we shall honor the Ringbearers in the Fields of Cormallen. I'm just sitting here now, chatting with Eomer and Legolas and Gimli about weapons and warfare and the sort of things one talks about in times like this. Whoops, Sam and Frodo need to be administered another dose of 100% Athleas Medicine! (made by yours truly). And I thought I could have some peace!
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s): I'm in a bit of a crunch...I have another chapter to go for this fic, then I need to finish the first chapter on my drunk people fic (I just realized the beauty will be spoilt if it's all in one chapter, too many people) and then I need to do the second chapter. The second chapter will come easier, for they will all be drunk and writing about madness comes easier than writing about saneness. Time limit: less than one week. Hang in there with me!!
OH! Please do check out my other LotR fanfics. Just click on the little button that says Cheesekakke above this, and scroll down. READ!!
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Morning of March 25, 3019,
Life is not good. Our little group (nicknamed 'The Host') caught sight of the ground upon which the Black Gates stands today. And, I swear, if committing suicide were an option, I would be taking it. It's so BIG! And I can hear eternal thundering from behind it, I was right. Mr. Sauron is indeed gathering an army. So we're just standing here, all quiet, no one is talking; I just bet they expect me to do something. I'm just as human as they are; they go up and ask Mr. Sauron for a time slot in his appointments! Might as well go do something, it at least is better than doing nothing.
(Harry Potter shows up and casts a Cheering Charm on Aragorn and their troops.)
All right!! Let's hunt some ORC! Wohoo! Orc flesh!! (runs toward Black Gates with the troops following happily. Legolas is still skeptical, the charm didn't affect him.)
Sometime during the day of March 25, 3019,
I lost track of time. All I can say is that Mordor just collapsed around me. I mean there was this ROAR! And then this CRASH! And then the Barad-Dur went BOOM! And the ground underneath the yrch feet went SLAP!
(time lapse) So I walked to the gate and said, "The Lord of the Black land, stand forth!" or something like that. So after what seemed like ages to the hobbits, but only a second to Legolas, the Gates opened and this rat stepped out. I mean, he looked like a rat, he definitely wasn't a rat, but the point was that he looked like one. And, (this is the preposterous thing, Gimli swore to murder him single-handedly) he was holding the mail coat of mithril!!! Get your filthy stinking hands off it; it's not yours to hump!! So then he asked us whom these belonged to and then, reading the expression on Gandalf's face, went back inside with a smug look. (strangles imaginary neck in mid-air)
So I gave this fancy speech (I'll put it at the bottom of this entry, I don't want to disrupt the story line) and then, when all was quiet, I dismounted my horse, turned around at he troops and said, "For Frodo" (Aragorn fangirls faint) and then I ran towards the troops and then, (this is funny) Merry and Pippin came running after me, just the two of them, in all their warring glory. (I wonder if someone caught that on tape.) and then all of us (meaning the noble people and the armies ran to wards the gates like a Warg on a hunt (Or like me when I see evil yrch. But which yrch aren't evil?) And then the Lord (well, more like the Lord's eye) came down and was whispering, "Aragorn, Elssar". That really freaked me out, so I stared back at him, trying to fall back on the phrase 'If Looks Could Kill.' But no can beat the Lord of the Black land at that game, so I gave up. And then, this huge troll came and tried to squash my intestines out.
But, Frodo's timing was great; he destroyed the Ring and made mincemeat of the troll and the yrch right before the evil beast was about to squash me into jelly. So, then, when we wanted to rejoice and cheer, 'The Ring is Gone!' Gandalf realized that there was lava coming out of Mount Doom, and the hobbits would be deep fried if we didn't do something fast. So Gandalf went with the eagles and got the two hobbits safely back, but Frodo lost a finger. And now, we're too tired to go back to Minas Tirith, and just. (snore)
(wakes up abruptly) Oh, yeah, I wanted to tell you my sexy speech. Here goes:
"Sons of Gondor, of Rohan. My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of woes and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, Men of the West!"
Of course it was way better than that, I said it with more pomp and vigor that could never be expressed in writing.
April 1, 3019,
And thus it was: the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth began; and the Fellowship of the Ring, eternally bound by friendship and love, was not YET ended.
I mean, how can it end! Frodo and Sam still haven't woken up! Well, I guess that line means that all our adventures have ended. Shame, I really enjoyed the company of the hobbits the men, the dwarf and elf. Oh, yes and the wizard. (cowers behind Legolas to avoid Gandalf's stares) So the agenda now is that once Frodo and all awake, we shall honor the Ringbearers in the Fields of Cormallen. I'm just sitting here now, chatting with Eomer and Legolas and Gimli about weapons and warfare and the sort of things one talks about in times like this. Whoops, Sam and Frodo need to be administered another dose of 100% Athleas Medicine! (made by yours truly). And I thought I could have some peace!
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Review. PLEASE!!! I beg you.
A/N(s): I'm in a bit of a crunch...I have another chapter to go for this fic, then I need to finish the first chapter on my drunk people fic (I just realized the beauty will be spoilt if it's all in one chapter, too many people) and then I need to do the second chapter. The second chapter will come easier, for they will all be drunk and writing about madness comes easier than writing about saneness. Time limit: less than one week. Hang in there with me!!