Disclaimer: The point of this is to tell you I don't own it, but also to warn you of other movies and books that might appear... So allow me to add Star Wars and the Silmarillion to the list... you will understand in the next chapter...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Pippin jumped out of the way just before he was ran over by a strange contraption.
Someone hocked their horn at him. "GET OFF THE ROAD, YOU MIDGET!!!!!!"
Pippin jumped off the road... "He stole Frodo's line," said Pippin, miffed.
Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, and clamped they're hand over his month. "MmmpHHH!"
"Hush."
"RrrrMMMENN?!" exclaimed Pippin, the best he could, being that his mouth was being clamped shut by a female elf.
Arwen sighed. "Hush, Pippin. You must come with me."
She pulled him off the road, and into the shadows of the alley. "Come." She beckoned. "You must come with me now, you are not safe here."
Something in her eyes clicked with Pippin. "You're not Arwen."
She flipped out a gun from her pocket. "That doesn't matter now, young hobbit. You're coming with me."
"Great," said Pippin, as he fell in along with her step. "So, where are we goin'?!"
She sighed dramatically, and rolled her eyes. "This is going to be a long journey."
Aragorn attempted to calm down the panicked elf. "Slow down, Glorfindel. Who's gone mad? What's going on?"
Glorfindel continued fluttering his hands anxiously. "Lord Elrond. He's teamed up with some person who looks like his clone, and they're plotting to take over Middle-earth, and what they called the Matrix." Except it came out as: "Lordelrondsteamedupwithsomeonewholookslikehiscloneandtheyrplottingtotakeovermiddleearthandwhattheycalledthematrix." And all the while the flustered elf was waving his hands around, trying to get his bearing straight.
Aragorn breathed out slowly. "Slower, Glorfindel. I cannot understand you when you speak at that speed. Now, who has gone mad? One question at a time here."
"Lord Elrond." Glorfindel still looked rather flustered, but was able to talk slower this time, now that he was more oriented.
Aragorn breathed out sharply. "Why do you say this?"
"He's plotting to take over the world!"
Aragorn rolled his eyes, and flipped around the medal pole. "I'm sure you've just misunderstood Lord Elrond, Glorfindel. What's going on?"
"He has a clone, and they have this odd setup, and want to do in all the men and elves, and hobbits, dwarves, and whatnot!" Glorfindel continued to talk in one breath sentences, causing for slight misunderstanding from Aragorn.
Aragorn pursed his lips. "Where is Arwen?"
Glorfildel stopped, shocked. "Why do you ask of her? She disappeared, Lord Aragorn. She fell itno green lines, and was lost..."
"Okay, okay." Aragorn waved his hands around. "I'm sure there is some logical explanation for all this."
Sam kicked in. "There were green lines when I disappeared too."
Merry nodded. "Same here."
Aragorn shook his head. "There must be some reason. It's some trick of the enemy, or whatnot."
Sam and Merry looked at each other. "Where were you when you disappeared, Strider? What happened then?" asked Merry.
Aragorn thought back. "I was in Rivendell, bidding farewell to Arwen. There were green lines... and then... and then..." He stopped, suddenly deep in thought.
"And then what?" asked Sam.
Aragorn pulled back in shock. "And then I heard Elrond's voice. By the Valar, Glorfindel, you're right! Middle-earth could be doomed if we can't do anything..." He looked at the two hobbits, and stunned elf. "What?"
Glorfindel looked at him, eyes wide. "You were in Rivendell?!"
"Yes."
"The Fellowship had left weeks ago, Aragorn," replied Glorfindel softly. "You weren't in Imladris, it's impossible."
Sam looked at Merry, who was also quite stunned. "I was in Fangorn with Pippin," said Merry softly.
"And we were in Ithilien," answered Sam.
Aragorn reeled backwards, in a state of shock. He shook his head. "Impossible."
A voice spoke in the air, through their mind it seemed. Not impossible. Inevitable.
Glorfindel stared at Aragorn. "I think this just got a whole lot worse."
Agent Smith swore. "D..."
Suddenly, little Anakin Skywalker appeared in a puff of very orange smoke, with a sound effect that sounded very much like 152763 people saying kavaam. "NO! NO!" he screamed, waving around his 152763 garlic plants. "THIS IS A PG FIC! YOU CANNOT SWEAR!!!!!!"
Elrond edged back nervously. "Is that who you were talking about when you said that men stink?"
Ani pouted. "I like my garlic, although General Jedi Master Jandalf didn't."
"Actually, yes," replied Agent Smith, pulling out Elf with a Lightsaber's (Tiana, the green haired, and dark Jedi Padawan from the Yoda Clones story Paint Wars: the Garlic Menace) medal pole. (And because she is helping me write the story, it's allowed to appear. You think that I'D write this humorous?!)
Anakin edged back nervously. "Um... not that..."
Tiana appeared, swinging around her stolen bottle of shaving cream from Mace Windu wildly. (Do not confuse her with my Tiana... wait, do. I don't have a Tiana yet...)
Elrond and Agent Smith looked at each other.
A vioce boomed from above: " Padawan, you must not terrorize characters in other people's stories!!!!!"
Tiana pouted, sprayed Ani, and disappeared in a loud kavaam.
"That was odd."
"And random," added Elrond. "Men. They're so odd."
Suddenly... (Hmm... new word...) the twins fell from above, and Agent Smith and Elrond vanished in a spray of green lines...
A swirling vortex began to cover all of Middle-earth, from Mordor, to the Gray Havens, to Gondor, and the Shire... and everything seemed to stop.
Middle-earth has entered the Matrix, and beyond.
Everything was sucked up, as if entering a black hole. Homes collapsed, and animals fled in terror. Green lines covered everything, everywhere, and every when.
From the First Age, to the Third Age, Middle-earth was sucked into the Matrix, and all turned to silver glass.
Shadows crept into the world, and a darkness like that of the First Age, when Morgoth stole the light crept in.
A fine mist covered Middle-earth; the seas rose up to meet the heavens.
Darkness tore apart the lands which were uninhabited, for all people of Middle-earth were now in the Matrix. The lands were rendered uninhabitable, as the shadow covered it.
And somewhere, in the darkness of an unpenetrable void, in a darkness far beyond that of any nightfall, a dark spirit smiled. Everything was going according to plan, and Middle-earth would be his again. And this time, there would be nothing the Valar could do to stop him.
Review comments:
Selina Enriquez: Umm... was that a flame, or an 'I liked the story'? I know that Elrond rocks, and all, but you didn't have to say it over and over. Elrond will live, I promise you that much though... even though the evil Elrond is how my bf sees him... I like Elrond too! I hope you liked the story...
funkless: Sadly, the story won't stay too funny. It has a serious air to it, and that will take over, I hope. Unless my CoAuthor decides that the story must stay randomly insane, that is (Elf with a lightsaber). I'm glad you liked the humor though... I'm just not too good at writing it. I did like the taking over the world thing, but sadly, it's only leading up to something worse...
Lupe: Well, if you do read it, review it too. I lied, it's in chapter seven, I tihnk. I read all of elf's stuff before she posts it... so yeah. And the twins still aren't dead. I'm not killing them off that easily... and that's medal pole. It appears in a Yoda Clones story too (Paint Wars: the Garlic Menace, I think) (If you like dumb Star Wars parodies...) I'm glad you liked it.
Glorfindel is Hot: How do you know that? You haven't seen Glorfindel. And it's a medal pole, trust me here. It's not a metal pole, or I'd've spelt it that way. Thank you for the comment though, elf and I have had many comments on our purposeful misspelling of it. We wanted a medal pole, not a metal pole. So that's what we get. I'm glad that you liked it though.
Celebrian: I KNOW that Glorfindel saved Frodo, but this was originally movie based. Besides, I needed Glorfindel elsewhere. I do like Arwen (And I have read all the books, and first too.) Please do keep reading. But it you must have perfectly Tolkien based, read on a site like Barrowdowns.com
Mrs. Faramir: Actually, it does matter. This story is taking a First Age turn, as you will see later on... I intend on keeping writing... I'll tell everyone who reviewed me when I'm published (lol, grin). I hope you liked it.
Ieva: I have nothing wrong with you liking the twins. They are cool in their own way. And they still aren't dead... Hmmm... what were the names they had? I need new names for them!!!!!
I'm glad you liked it.
(A/N: To those who are reading, I suggest that you gain some slight understanding of Morgoth, the First Age, and the Valar, though you don't have to. Just a recommendation.)