The lady Galadriel entered the Matrix, and conspired to stop Lord Elrond and Agent Smith's plans for world domination... She knew though, that the Fellowship was in the Matrix as well, taken from different points in their lives, the ones that stuck out the most.
Where they were, or what would happen to them, no one knew. She had not foreseen this. All she knew was that they had to be stopped. And she knew she could stop them.
Green lines Everywhere
"Akk!" Frodo jumped. A person had just tripped over him.
"Ai!" she shouted, jumping back. "Who are you?!"
She wore tight leather clothing, and her hair was shiny. Frodo stared at her. "Who are you?" He looked around. All he could see was green lines. "What are the green lines?"
He grasped for the Ring, and tried to put it on, but something stopped him. "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. If you put on the ring, they will see you... You cannot hide forever, Ringbearer..."
"What's with the ring?" she asked, clearly interested.
He hid it back in his hands. "If you oppose the enemy, you would do well not to hinder me," he said, holding the ring tightly. "I can say no more."
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire," he answered. "My companion--"
"What companion?"
Frodo looked around. Sam was no longer with him. "Never mind. Who are you? Where am I? Why are there green lines all over the place? What happened?"
"You see green lines?"
"Yes. They're everywhere."
Trinity looked at him closely. "I'm Trinity," she said. "Come with me."
Frodo followed her out of the building, still holding the ring.
He looked around closely. If he looked closely, he could still see the green lines, but now they made shapes. He could see where he was now, see where they were going.
Frodo paled at the sight of all the moving cars, which he had no idea of how they worked. He went even more pale when she pointed at a strange looking contraption, and said: "Hop on."
He held on for dear life as she sped down the road.
Welcome to the Matrix, Mr. Brandybuck
Merry looked down, and grew dizzy. He stepped back from the edge before he would've fallen.
He heard a footfall behind him.
"Pippin?" he asked. "Pippin, is that you?"
"Welcome to the Matrix, Mr. Brandybuck."
Merry turned around, and found himself facing a man who looked like Elrond, but wasn't Elrond. "Who are you?" he asked.
"You know who I am, Mr. Brandybuck," he answered. "Surprised to see me?"
Merry looked at him closer, and knew who he was. "Agent Smith."
"Then you do know who I am, Mr. Brandybuck. Are you surprised to see me?"
"Yes," answered Merry. "In fact, I am surprised that I even know your name, Agent Smith. You're lookin' for somethin', aren't you? You bring great evil here."
"Wrong, Mr. Brandybuck. It is you who bring evil here. Your footsteps are the footsteps of doom to us. I seek Neo. Mr. Anderson. Have you seen him, Mr. Brandybuck?" said Agent Smith, looking pointingly at Merry. "You know of whom I speak."
Merry looked at Agent Smith, behind himself at the drop-off, and back at Agent Smith, who carried a drawn gun.
Merry jumped backwards. "I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!!" he cried, as he fell off the edge... unknown to Agent Smith, however, grabbing at a window sill, and climbing into the building.
Agent Smith folded his hands. "You make this hard for me, Mr. Brandybuck."
Pointy hat
"AHHHH!!!!!" Gandalf screamed. "What new deviltry is this?!!??!"
He tried to hold onto his pointy hat while holding on for dear life at the same time, and while he was at it, get off the swerving vehicle.
"Wahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" As the truck sweved around a especially sharp corner, he sweved off the edge, and found himself hanging on the side of the truck... facing two particularly wraith-like creatures.
The truck stopped as the driver realized that there was someone hanging onto the vehicle.
The driver started laughing hysterically.
"What?" Gandalf stood up, and placed his rather dented pointy hat onto his head. "Why are you laughing? I'll have you know that you nearly killed me."
The twins started laughing.
"What new demons of Sauron are these?!" he asked, as they morphed into their more human forms.
The truck driver continued laughing at Gandalf. "What do you think you are?" she asked. "A wizard?!"
"I, madam, am Gandalf the Gray," he proclaimed.
She continued laughing, not noticing the twins. "Well, Gandalf the Gray, I'll have you know that pointy hats are rather out of fashion."
"And who do you think you are, to insult my pointy hat?"
She continued laughing, until she realized that the twins were still there. She shot them, and they turned into wraiths again.
Gandalf picked up his staff, and whacked them over the head, causing their wriaths to fall though the road. But then his staff broke and he had to suffice with hitting the other one with a random medal pole that just happened to be there.
"That'll knock some sense into you," he proclaimed, as the two wraith-like twins died from concussions. "And who are you?" he asked the woman again.
She looked at Gandalf, who was brandishing the medal pole as a threat to anyone who might threaten him again. "I'm Niobe."
He looked at her. "I'm Gandalf."
"Um, you can put the medal pole down now."
Gandalf looked at the pole... the rather dented pole, and tossed it over a bridge. It fell down, and hit a Stormtrooper in the head, knocking him unconscious. "Oh well."
They looked back, and there was a big traffic jam. Ghost came running with three agents on his tail.
"Crap," said Niobe.
"Jeez, they look like Elrond," said Gandalf.
Niobe started trying to shoot the agents.
"Crap," said Gandalf, as they dodged the bullets.
Enter the Truth
Elrond and Agent Smith stared at a computer screen that was hooked up in Rivendell. A gold-haired elf walked in, and froze.
"Glorfindel," acknowledged Elrond.
Glorfindel stopped. "What is this?"
"Why are you here?" asked Elrond, with a question all his own. Agent Smith continued working with the computer.
"Lord Elrond, your daughter has disappeared," he said.
"Shoot," said Agent Smith, cursing under his breath.
"She what?!"
"She disappeared."
Agent Smith continued working closely. "They're gone."
"Who's gone?" asked Elrond. "Besides Arwen."
"They're all gone. The entire Fellowship." Agent Smith looked almost worried. "There's nothing there but blue pills."
Elrond and Glorfindel raised their eyebrows.
Agent Smith looked at Glorfindel skeptically. "How did Arwen disapear?"
"Green lines," answered Glorfindel. "She went out to the stables, then there were green lines, and she was gone."
"What about the Fellowship?" asked Elrond. "Smith, how did they disappear?"
"They just did. Neo," he stopped. "Neo did something, I know it. I have to go back to the Matrix, and face him again."
"I told you we should've bugged them."
"If we would've, it would've been harder. No, they got in all right. It's just finding them again."
Glorfindel raised his eyebrows. "I have no idea what you are talking about," said the elf-lord. "If you don't mind, I'll just be leaving now..."
"No." Elrond grabbed him. "You know too much already."
"I don't know anything."
"You know more then you should, Glorfindel."
The elf-lord looked confused. "I don't know anything. What madness has come over you?"
"It is not madness, but wisdom." Elrond paced the room. "Look around you, Glorfindel. What do you see?" He waited not for an answer, and continued. "A fading world. The Third Age passes, now. They say the time of the elves is over; that we fade too. But if we leave then who will dwell in this world with wisdom. The dwarves? Dwarves care not for the troubles of the world; they sit in their caves hoarding treasure." He paused, and continued pacing the room. "Men? Men are weak. If men had never been made, then perhaps this world would still remain in peace. Maybe the hobbits? The little people who couldn't do anything for this world if you did it for them. Look at Frodo. He hardly had enough sense to get to Rivendell alive, and he wouldn't have if Arwen hadn't helped him.
"The days of men, dwarves, and hobbits are over. The elves are the only ones who can rule this world, Glorfindel. We must rule it.
"The world changes, as do we. The weaker races die. They would be better off elsewhere, in a world that doesn't change, That's why we have the Matrix. We will take them and place them, one by one into the Matrix, and Middle-earth will be ours."
"When did you abandon wisdom for foolishness?" asked Glorfindel, sharply. "This is not wisdom, but folly. Can you not see it?"
"I assume that means you are against it?"
"Yes."
"Good," said Agent Smith, as green lines began running over Glorfindel's face. "Enjoy life in the Matrix, Mr. Glorfindel."
"What's happening?!?!" cried Glorfindel as the Matrix took him. And then he was gone.
"Soon we will have control of this Middle-earth," said Agent Smith. "And there will be none left who can stop us!"
Elrond smirked, and folded his hands in front of himself. "No one."
To be continued...