A/N Howdy yall! **Tips cow girl hat salutations! ** I've just submitted
chapter 3, even though I wrote it last night, meaning December the 8th, but
then my computer decided to be evil and froze. Well that's life; at least
it saved my chappie! WAHOOO! However I'm going writing crazy.and
inspirations keep coming at me from out of no where.I am such a random
person. And I'm sort of sticking to this because I'm itching to write a
Pride and Prejudice fanfic where the characters are in high school, but
I've got too many unfinished fanfics up already. I'm going to finish one
of these suckers before starting anything new. It's incredibly hard, but
I'll manage. Now, this chapter is going to be all about Steve and Abby's
past. Although I'm still not going into lots of detail about their looks.
I hate stories that are like.
"She had long blond hair, with dark highlights and big blue eyes."
My kind of character descriptions are like."Abby threw herself onto her bed in frustration, dark chestnut hair disarray, small fists beating at the straw mattress, and chocolate brown eyes red with tears." Oh what excellent use of similes I have! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Right, now that I've reached my right state of mind again, I'll continue with my ever so wonderful author's notes. These things are so wonderful cause; it lets me get my feelings out and onto paper, and warms me up and inspires some of my best thought out jokes.
Guess what friends; I have an anecdote to tell you.
This story all started because of a stranger at the movies. My parents, Lord of the Rings freaks, (god love em.) Are all hyped up about Return of the King. They were talking about it, and when we could buy tickets for the opening night, which made me remember when we saw The Fellowship of The Ring. In theatres.
It was unearthly quite as Boromir fought the orcs and had the arrows in him ya know? Well as he goes to his knees with like six arrows in his chest, (poor baby) some dude yells, "Take it like a man Boromir!" And the whole audience burst out laughing.
You might have noticed that the "Take it like a man Boromir!" was the first line of this story. Well thanks strange dude with funny lines, without you I would have never been inspired to write this fic. **Wipes a tear out of eye**
Anyway, ON WITH THE CHAPTER..wait.no.disclaimer time.all this plot.well you people know..no fanficer would actually believe that I own Lord of The Rings, do they? Well if they do I'm flattered, but sad enough to say, I do not own it, J.R.R. Tolkein does.
Now.ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Steve had been doing most of the talking, "Abby and I have known each other since kindergarten," he said giving his best friend a warm smile, unfortunately it made his right cheek hurt, which reminded him of the slap, which changed the smile into an evil glare. Or as evil as he could manage, which really I dare say is, more of a slightly confused and puzzled face, with pouty lips, and blond eyebrows drawn together. Needless to say, a rather ridiculous picture, and therefore doing exactly the opposite job than that of the intended. But less us not dwell on the facial expressions of said person, and continue on with the plot line of the story, which happens to be much more important. Even if Steve does look absolutely adorable when making said face.
"The first time I met her I pushed her in a puddle of mud, and later that day she put mud in my shoes and super glued my hands behind my back. Which was painful," he added with a grimace.
Abby smirked evilly.
"But that's not the important part is it Gandalf?" he asked surveying the wizard. "What would you like to know?"
The wizard chuckled at the mock hate of each other the two children portrayed so openly. "Well, there a few things for certain." He said neither smiling nor frowning, "And that is, what country are you from, and what year do they call it? What are the customs of the your time? And where do you stand in society?"
Steve looked slightly puzzled. "Well uh, let me think here. We are from The United States of America, and well it's more commonly known as the U.S.A. It was the year two thousand two. When we left. There aren't really customs of our time you know? Because everybody is so diverse that it depends on where you live.and well. Social standing? Well I'm the Quarter back on our schools high school team, and I'm therefore instantly popular, Abby here however is somewhat anti-social. And well. What else Abs?"
It was now the wizard's turn to look thoroughly confused.
"You really are a complete moron aren't you, Steven Paul McPatterson?" Abby asked with a sigh.
"Hey!" he exclaimed looking at her, "You are the smart one in this little duo of ours Abby! I just say what fits in this head of mine." He rapped on his skull. "Ouch." He muttered rubbing were he had hit.
"Which isn't that much is it Steve?" Abby asked with a solemn expression, only the sparkling of her brown eyes gave away her playful joking.
"Hey! I have subject verb agreement here! Subject verb agreement!"
"Yea," She replied hoping up from her perch, "Me want that." She used a deep, guttural sounding voice imitating a troll she had seen in a movie before.
"I can speak better than that.," he growled eyeing Abby like a piece of meat.
"HIDE ME GANDALF!" she shrieked as he hoped up and lunged towards her. Or attempted too.
Bag End may have been quite the luxurious hobbit hole, but even Abby had to bend her knees a wee bit to get through the doorway. Steven was about a foot and a half taller than Abby's five one, and needless to say, as you must have already guessed, His head hit the ceiling with a, "THWACK!" that made the windows rattle.
Before poor Steven could even cry out, he slumped onto the floor, unconscious.
Abby bit her lip, "Ouch." She finally stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Ouch indeed' Gandalf replied. He shook Steven's shoulder slightly, but to no avail for it did not wake him, "He'll need elvish medicine." He diagnosed.
"It's only a concussion, give him a cat scan and a couple of Tylenol and he'll be fine." Abby said in a laughing voice.
Gandalf stared, "This is not a slight wound Lady Abby. Lord Steven could have done severe damage to his mind."
"Maybe for the better?" Abby asked in a half heartened joking voice.
"No." Gandalf relied, "Without elvish medicine it will be decidedly for the worst."
"Oh." Abby replied, face downcast, "Well this sucks." She announced as Gandalf rushed out of the room to fetch Bilbo.
But something inside her head was contradicting herself, "Maybe Legolas will already be there Abby."
Abby smirked, "Maybe he will." She said out loud and to no one in particular.
They had been riding in this rickety wagon, FOREVER Abby had announced for the billionth time. But none of her other companions seemed to agree. It was an extremely odd party, Made up of Abby, Who was sitting on the back of the cart with her legs hanging off the side, Steven, slowly by slowly coming back to consciousness, was laid down except his upper part which was propped upwards, Gandalf who sat up front and drove, Bilbo who sat next to him chatting merrily, and the four younger generations of Hobbits.
Abby chuckled out loud, thinking of the state she had been in when the young hobbits walked in.
Gandalf had walked back into the room and was surprised, no shocked when He had head Abby mutter, "I wonder if this changes the story at all."
He had pressed Abby for this "story." And she was at first reluctant to tell him. Actually, she had been reluctant to tell him through the whole thing, but damn! When he does the grow-super-tall and scary looking thing, like he had down to Bilbo in the movie when the argued about the ring. She had gotten scared. It had creeped her out to see him do that in the first movie, even when her father had been rambling on about how it was all just computer imagery to soothe the nerves of her frightened little brother. But it was MUCH more scary, when seeing it in person, and even more scary when being on the receiving end.
So Abby had told him how in her world, Gandalf, Bilbo and the others were all just fictional characters and somehow she had been drawn into the "fictional" world. He had seemed intrigued by the idea of fictional worlds and had questioned Abby endlessly about what she knew. She had meant not to spill, but she spilled, almost all of it, mentioning that war would soon be upon Middle Earth and a fellowship of nine companions would try to destroy the ring. And the fact that the ring was in Bilbo's possession. She had begged him not to change the story and leave too early. When she heard something outside the window.
"Get down" He had urged her, and she got down.
Gandalf whipped out his staff and did that whole little bit where he hit same on the head with his staff and chucked him onto the table.
"SAMWISE GAMGEE!" he roared, "HAVE YOU BEEN EASEDROOPING?"
"We haven't been dropping no eaves sir, honest!" He cried frightened.
"We eh?" Gandalf muttered, "We?"
"Y-yes sir, Mr. Gandalf sir." Sam stammered, "The four of us were just trimming the hedge a bit."
"A little late for gardening is it not?" he asked menacingly, Over in a dark corner Abby cringed.
He shoved Sam aside and pulled out two Hobbits, Frodo and Merry, by the arms.
"Abby!" he bellowed, "Get the other one!"
Abby jumped up out of her perch and rushed over to the window and managed to grab Pippin, by the collar as he had begun to run away. Down on the table with him too.
"What have you heard!" He roared.
All the hobbits, winced shuddered and made other frightened faces. "Nothing sir!" Merry exclaimed.
There was silence.
Gandalf seemed to be slowly relaxing until Pippin; fool of a Took ruined the charm.
"Well actually," he said calmly, "Quite a bit about fictional worlds, and time travel, and then about how some gold ring Bilbo has is going to rule the world. But not anything more, HONESTLY!"
There four cries of, "PIPPIN!" and then a very loud "OUCH!" coming from the said hobbit himself.
And now here they were headed to Rivendell, five hobbits, a wizard, a man, and a woman.
It was long, slow, rickety, journey, and it was nowhere near over, so Abby did the only thing she could do, she made up an extremely annoying song, and sang it she did.
'THERE ONCE WAS A KITTY KAT, KITTY KAT, KITTY KAT!"
I know you are all going to say update soon! So I will! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You'll never get rid of me! NEVER! Oh the kitty kat song, and that's only the first line is was created by my friend Tessa, she owns all the rights and stuff
"There once was a kitty kat (kitty kat) (kitty kat) (kitty kat)
His name was Pitty Pat (Pitty Pat) (Pitty Pat) (Pitty pat)
He liked to chit chat (chit chat) (chit chat) (chit chat)
With the other kitty kats (kitty kays) (kitty kays) (kitty kats)"
Ah music.:D
"She had long blond hair, with dark highlights and big blue eyes."
My kind of character descriptions are like."Abby threw herself onto her bed in frustration, dark chestnut hair disarray, small fists beating at the straw mattress, and chocolate brown eyes red with tears." Oh what excellent use of similes I have! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Right, now that I've reached my right state of mind again, I'll continue with my ever so wonderful author's notes. These things are so wonderful cause; it lets me get my feelings out and onto paper, and warms me up and inspires some of my best thought out jokes.
Guess what friends; I have an anecdote to tell you.
This story all started because of a stranger at the movies. My parents, Lord of the Rings freaks, (god love em.) Are all hyped up about Return of the King. They were talking about it, and when we could buy tickets for the opening night, which made me remember when we saw The Fellowship of The Ring. In theatres.
It was unearthly quite as Boromir fought the orcs and had the arrows in him ya know? Well as he goes to his knees with like six arrows in his chest, (poor baby) some dude yells, "Take it like a man Boromir!" And the whole audience burst out laughing.
You might have noticed that the "Take it like a man Boromir!" was the first line of this story. Well thanks strange dude with funny lines, without you I would have never been inspired to write this fic. **Wipes a tear out of eye**
Anyway, ON WITH THE CHAPTER..wait.no.disclaimer time.all this plot.well you people know..no fanficer would actually believe that I own Lord of The Rings, do they? Well if they do I'm flattered, but sad enough to say, I do not own it, J.R.R. Tolkein does.
Now.ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Steve had been doing most of the talking, "Abby and I have known each other since kindergarten," he said giving his best friend a warm smile, unfortunately it made his right cheek hurt, which reminded him of the slap, which changed the smile into an evil glare. Or as evil as he could manage, which really I dare say is, more of a slightly confused and puzzled face, with pouty lips, and blond eyebrows drawn together. Needless to say, a rather ridiculous picture, and therefore doing exactly the opposite job than that of the intended. But less us not dwell on the facial expressions of said person, and continue on with the plot line of the story, which happens to be much more important. Even if Steve does look absolutely adorable when making said face.
"The first time I met her I pushed her in a puddle of mud, and later that day she put mud in my shoes and super glued my hands behind my back. Which was painful," he added with a grimace.
Abby smirked evilly.
"But that's not the important part is it Gandalf?" he asked surveying the wizard. "What would you like to know?"
The wizard chuckled at the mock hate of each other the two children portrayed so openly. "Well, there a few things for certain." He said neither smiling nor frowning, "And that is, what country are you from, and what year do they call it? What are the customs of the your time? And where do you stand in society?"
Steve looked slightly puzzled. "Well uh, let me think here. We are from The United States of America, and well it's more commonly known as the U.S.A. It was the year two thousand two. When we left. There aren't really customs of our time you know? Because everybody is so diverse that it depends on where you live.and well. Social standing? Well I'm the Quarter back on our schools high school team, and I'm therefore instantly popular, Abby here however is somewhat anti-social. And well. What else Abs?"
It was now the wizard's turn to look thoroughly confused.
"You really are a complete moron aren't you, Steven Paul McPatterson?" Abby asked with a sigh.
"Hey!" he exclaimed looking at her, "You are the smart one in this little duo of ours Abby! I just say what fits in this head of mine." He rapped on his skull. "Ouch." He muttered rubbing were he had hit.
"Which isn't that much is it Steve?" Abby asked with a solemn expression, only the sparkling of her brown eyes gave away her playful joking.
"Hey! I have subject verb agreement here! Subject verb agreement!"
"Yea," She replied hoping up from her perch, "Me want that." She used a deep, guttural sounding voice imitating a troll she had seen in a movie before.
"I can speak better than that.," he growled eyeing Abby like a piece of meat.
"HIDE ME GANDALF!" she shrieked as he hoped up and lunged towards her. Or attempted too.
Bag End may have been quite the luxurious hobbit hole, but even Abby had to bend her knees a wee bit to get through the doorway. Steven was about a foot and a half taller than Abby's five one, and needless to say, as you must have already guessed, His head hit the ceiling with a, "THWACK!" that made the windows rattle.
Before poor Steven could even cry out, he slumped onto the floor, unconscious.
Abby bit her lip, "Ouch." She finally stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Ouch indeed' Gandalf replied. He shook Steven's shoulder slightly, but to no avail for it did not wake him, "He'll need elvish medicine." He diagnosed.
"It's only a concussion, give him a cat scan and a couple of Tylenol and he'll be fine." Abby said in a laughing voice.
Gandalf stared, "This is not a slight wound Lady Abby. Lord Steven could have done severe damage to his mind."
"Maybe for the better?" Abby asked in a half heartened joking voice.
"No." Gandalf relied, "Without elvish medicine it will be decidedly for the worst."
"Oh." Abby replied, face downcast, "Well this sucks." She announced as Gandalf rushed out of the room to fetch Bilbo.
But something inside her head was contradicting herself, "Maybe Legolas will already be there Abby."
Abby smirked, "Maybe he will." She said out loud and to no one in particular.
They had been riding in this rickety wagon, FOREVER Abby had announced for the billionth time. But none of her other companions seemed to agree. It was an extremely odd party, Made up of Abby, Who was sitting on the back of the cart with her legs hanging off the side, Steven, slowly by slowly coming back to consciousness, was laid down except his upper part which was propped upwards, Gandalf who sat up front and drove, Bilbo who sat next to him chatting merrily, and the four younger generations of Hobbits.
Abby chuckled out loud, thinking of the state she had been in when the young hobbits walked in.
Gandalf had walked back into the room and was surprised, no shocked when He had head Abby mutter, "I wonder if this changes the story at all."
He had pressed Abby for this "story." And she was at first reluctant to tell him. Actually, she had been reluctant to tell him through the whole thing, but damn! When he does the grow-super-tall and scary looking thing, like he had down to Bilbo in the movie when the argued about the ring. She had gotten scared. It had creeped her out to see him do that in the first movie, even when her father had been rambling on about how it was all just computer imagery to soothe the nerves of her frightened little brother. But it was MUCH more scary, when seeing it in person, and even more scary when being on the receiving end.
So Abby had told him how in her world, Gandalf, Bilbo and the others were all just fictional characters and somehow she had been drawn into the "fictional" world. He had seemed intrigued by the idea of fictional worlds and had questioned Abby endlessly about what she knew. She had meant not to spill, but she spilled, almost all of it, mentioning that war would soon be upon Middle Earth and a fellowship of nine companions would try to destroy the ring. And the fact that the ring was in Bilbo's possession. She had begged him not to change the story and leave too early. When she heard something outside the window.
"Get down" He had urged her, and she got down.
Gandalf whipped out his staff and did that whole little bit where he hit same on the head with his staff and chucked him onto the table.
"SAMWISE GAMGEE!" he roared, "HAVE YOU BEEN EASEDROOPING?"
"We haven't been dropping no eaves sir, honest!" He cried frightened.
"We eh?" Gandalf muttered, "We?"
"Y-yes sir, Mr. Gandalf sir." Sam stammered, "The four of us were just trimming the hedge a bit."
"A little late for gardening is it not?" he asked menacingly, Over in a dark corner Abby cringed.
He shoved Sam aside and pulled out two Hobbits, Frodo and Merry, by the arms.
"Abby!" he bellowed, "Get the other one!"
Abby jumped up out of her perch and rushed over to the window and managed to grab Pippin, by the collar as he had begun to run away. Down on the table with him too.
"What have you heard!" He roared.
All the hobbits, winced shuddered and made other frightened faces. "Nothing sir!" Merry exclaimed.
There was silence.
Gandalf seemed to be slowly relaxing until Pippin; fool of a Took ruined the charm.
"Well actually," he said calmly, "Quite a bit about fictional worlds, and time travel, and then about how some gold ring Bilbo has is going to rule the world. But not anything more, HONESTLY!"
There four cries of, "PIPPIN!" and then a very loud "OUCH!" coming from the said hobbit himself.
And now here they were headed to Rivendell, five hobbits, a wizard, a man, and a woman.
It was long, slow, rickety, journey, and it was nowhere near over, so Abby did the only thing she could do, she made up an extremely annoying song, and sang it she did.
'THERE ONCE WAS A KITTY KAT, KITTY KAT, KITTY KAT!"
I know you are all going to say update soon! So I will! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You'll never get rid of me! NEVER! Oh the kitty kat song, and that's only the first line is was created by my friend Tessa, she owns all the rights and stuff
"There once was a kitty kat (kitty kat) (kitty kat) (kitty kat)
His name was Pitty Pat (Pitty Pat) (Pitty Pat) (Pitty pat)
He liked to chit chat (chit chat) (chit chat) (chit chat)
With the other kitty kats (kitty kays) (kitty kays) (kitty kats)"
Ah music.:D