I should probably post the second chapter, considering the first one
was extremely boring and for the most part a carbon copy of
Doritos-are-Tasty's first chapter..types profusely
Woot! On with the story!
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The Short One's Story
Chapter Two: Don't Upset The Elderly
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At first I thought I might of fallen asleep with my face on the tv (which is possible, but highly unlikely) because I was looking directly into the face of the old wizard, Gandalf the Grey. Then I remembered our situation, Sarah: Bleeding. Us: Standing dumfounded on what felt like grass.
"Mila.." Gandalf was interrupted by Sarah collapsing on the ground with a soft thud, "Eh.." he prodded her with his staff.
"Hey, jeez, don't go beating her down with your oversized twig!" I swatted away the accused staff and picked up Sarah's limp body, Gandalf huffed, obviously offended by my statement.
A man with a scraggly beard and mustache and even worse hair stepped forward, "You dare talk to a wizard with such disdain in your voice?" He unsheathed his sword. The man behind him, much in the same state but with reddish hair, followed suit, but the first man stopped him, "It's alright, Boromir."
He turned his attention back to me, "So..you are?" I looked at his sword and replied, "Sam..this is Sarah," I pointed to the unconscious body in my arms, "She can't stand the sight of blood."
Aragorn raised an eyebrow and sat down, he pulled out some sort of waxy-cloth thing and started cleaning his sword, "Well, Sam" He chuckled at my name, "Odd to see a female hobbit called Sam.."
"Why?" I lied. I knew all about "The Fellowship", well, to some extent. Frodo gets the ring...bla..bla..bla..a familiar story in my mind. Sarah stirred, I sat her on the ground. Wait. A hobbit? The oddness of this all suddenly hit me. We..were in...a forest..with the fellowship. I looked down at Sarah, who was almost awake. She..was an elf-like thing..surely I must
be losing my sanity. Wait, yep, she's an Elf alright. I looked at my feet..hairy..
"Err..Lady Sam?" I was interrupted by Aragorns voice, apparently I hadn't said anything for quite some time, "It is odd because that hobbit, male hobbit, over there's," He gestered toward Sam Gamgee, who was prodding the fire with a stick, "name is Sam, Samwise, but perfers Sam."
"Well, my full name is Samantha..but good lord don't call me that.." I smiled. Aragorn got up and ruffled my hair, my CURLY hair, "Since it is my fault your friend was hurt, I'll tend, or have someone tend, to her injury. I'll talk with the others to see what to do with you then, a forest is no place for two young ladies." He walked to the fire.
"Sam?!!" apparently Sarah had finally woken up, "Ahh! My finger hurts!"
"Shush..they're talking.." I pointed to the gathering around the fire, Sarah sat up.
"About?" I had forgotten that Sarah missed the whole "talking" part. So, settling on the ground beside her, I told her our whole predicament.
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Sorry, that was kinda short. I changed this whole chapter from Sarah's. It makes more sense to me this way :)Are they OOC? Is predicament even a word?! DO YOU LIKE THE STORY?!!! Only one way to tell me..review please!
Woot! On with the story!
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The Short One's Story
Chapter Two: Don't Upset The Elderly
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At first I thought I might of fallen asleep with my face on the tv (which is possible, but highly unlikely) because I was looking directly into the face of the old wizard, Gandalf the Grey. Then I remembered our situation, Sarah: Bleeding. Us: Standing dumfounded on what felt like grass.
"Mila.." Gandalf was interrupted by Sarah collapsing on the ground with a soft thud, "Eh.." he prodded her with his staff.
"Hey, jeez, don't go beating her down with your oversized twig!" I swatted away the accused staff and picked up Sarah's limp body, Gandalf huffed, obviously offended by my statement.
A man with a scraggly beard and mustache and even worse hair stepped forward, "You dare talk to a wizard with such disdain in your voice?" He unsheathed his sword. The man behind him, much in the same state but with reddish hair, followed suit, but the first man stopped him, "It's alright, Boromir."
He turned his attention back to me, "So..you are?" I looked at his sword and replied, "Sam..this is Sarah," I pointed to the unconscious body in my arms, "She can't stand the sight of blood."
Aragorn raised an eyebrow and sat down, he pulled out some sort of waxy-cloth thing and started cleaning his sword, "Well, Sam" He chuckled at my name, "Odd to see a female hobbit called Sam.."
"Why?" I lied. I knew all about "The Fellowship", well, to some extent. Frodo gets the ring...bla..bla..bla..a familiar story in my mind. Sarah stirred, I sat her on the ground. Wait. A hobbit? The oddness of this all suddenly hit me. We..were in...a forest..with the fellowship. I looked down at Sarah, who was almost awake. She..was an elf-like thing..surely I must
be losing my sanity. Wait, yep, she's an Elf alright. I looked at my feet..hairy..
"Err..Lady Sam?" I was interrupted by Aragorns voice, apparently I hadn't said anything for quite some time, "It is odd because that hobbit, male hobbit, over there's," He gestered toward Sam Gamgee, who was prodding the fire with a stick, "name is Sam, Samwise, but perfers Sam."
"Well, my full name is Samantha..but good lord don't call me that.." I smiled. Aragorn got up and ruffled my hair, my CURLY hair, "Since it is my fault your friend was hurt, I'll tend, or have someone tend, to her injury. I'll talk with the others to see what to do with you then, a forest is no place for two young ladies." He walked to the fire.
"Sam?!!" apparently Sarah had finally woken up, "Ahh! My finger hurts!"
"Shush..they're talking.." I pointed to the gathering around the fire, Sarah sat up.
"About?" I had forgotten that Sarah missed the whole "talking" part. So, settling on the ground beside her, I told her our whole predicament.
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Sorry, that was kinda short. I changed this whole chapter from Sarah's. It makes more sense to me this way :)Are they OOC? Is predicament even a word?! DO YOU LIKE THE STORY?!!! Only one way to tell me..review please!