Author's Note: This story, as I failed to mention before, is going to be a
mix of the book and the movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. It belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I only own Zezilia Risa and her friends and family.
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"We need to go faster! What if we get to Rivendell too late?" Sam asked, worried.
"Don't worry, Master Sam," Strider said. "If I'm right, Arwen would have gotten Frodo to safety soon enough." But he wasn't as sure as he sounded. Even he had some doubts about Arwen's ability to outride the Nazguls.
"Ho! Look over there, under the tree!" Pippin said, running over to a large oak tree. It was a girl, sprawled at the foot of the tree, unconscious. She had raven-black hair and the garments the girl was wearing was very odd, unlike anything the Hobbits nor Strider have ever seen before.
"Where do you think she's from?" Merry asked Strider in a low voice. Strider shrugged, kneeling beside her.
"I have no idea. She looks like her father is a Man, but her clothes...I've never seen any Man dressed like that." Just then, the girl stirred. When she opened her eyes, Strider could see that she had blue eyes with, curiously, a thin rim of gold around the edge.
"Aye, mi cabeza (my head)," the girl mumbled, rubbing her head, flinching in pain. She looked up, seeing the three hobbits and the Ranger.
"Oy! ¡Quiénes son usted?! (Oy! Who are you?!)" she yelled, backing off.
"What language is she speaking, Strider?" Sam asked.
"I've never heard anything like that before," Strider replied, getting really confused. This was the first time he's ever met with someone he didn't know about. The girl stood up, a look of realization on her face.
"Are you...Aragorn?" she asked with a thick accent. Strider was taken aback.
"How...how do you know my name?" Strider asked the girl.
"Lord of za Rings," the girl stated simply. The group was confused.
"Where are you from, child?" Strider asked slowly, making sure that she could understand him.
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(Zez's POV)
She stared at the man that she had seen on so many billboards and in the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. Zez was befuddled. Could she have actually fallen into Middle Earth?
"Where are you from?" the man she knew only as Aragorn asked again.
"I leeve in Madrid, España," she replied, her voice still coated with a heavy accent. "I'm pretty good at English, so you don't 'ave to act like I'm retarded." The hobbits that Zez knew as Sam, Merry, and Pippin bombarded her with questions.
"Where's Mah-drid?"
"What language were you speaking?"
"What kind of clothes are these?"
"Why are you here?"
Aragorn raised his hand to silence the hobbits. He strode over to Zez, and knelt in front of her.
"Why don't you tell us as we travel?" he asked in a soft voice. Zez, knowing that it was perfectly safe, nodded. He stood up, and beckoned the hobbits to keep walking.
"First of all, what is your name?" Aragorn asked. Zez paused for a minute, translating silently what he just said.
"Zezilia Risa."
"That's an odd name," Pippin said. Zez, taking what he said as an insult, she spun around to face him.
"Bien, por lo menos no tengo una cara como un cerdo (Well, at least I do not have a face like a pig)," she said, smirking. Pippin didn't understand, so he just stared at her, confused. Zez found this extremely funny, because she though it made him look even more like a pig. She burst out laughing.
"What did she say?" he asked Aragorn, as Zez held her stomach, laughing hysterically. He just shrugged.
"I do not know what Tongue she speaks, so I have no idea," he replied. Merry, on the other hand, smiled.
"I think she insulted you, Pip," Merry said. Pippin raised an eyebrow at Zez, who was recovering from her laugh-attack. She took a deep breath, and stood up straight.
"¿Adónde usted va?" she asked. Seeing the bewildered faces, she hastily translated. "I mean...vhere are you going?"
"That, Miss Zezilia, is none of you concern," Aragorn told her. Zez racked her mind, trying to remember a time when the hobbits were traveling by themselves with Aragorn. The she remembered something.
"Un minuto, por favor (One minute, please), but where is Frodo Baggins?" she asked. The group looked at her in alarm.
"How do you know about him?" Aragorn hissed. "Are you one of Sauron's spies?" Zez was at lost of words. She needed to think of a way to explain in Middle Earth sense. She couldn't just say that she knew because she had seen the movie!
"I...er...I..."
"She is! She's a spy!" Sam exclaimed. Aragorn grabbed her before she could run off.
¡Dejado vaya de mí! (Let go of me!)" Zez yelled, struggling to get loose. "¡No soy espía! (I'm not a spy!) ¡Dejado vaya de mí!"
"Are we just going to take her to Rivendell?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Aragorn replied, trying to keep his grip on the surprisingly strong Latina girl. "The Elves will take care of her."
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Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. It belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. I only own Zezilia Risa and her friends and family.
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"We need to go faster! What if we get to Rivendell too late?" Sam asked, worried.
"Don't worry, Master Sam," Strider said. "If I'm right, Arwen would have gotten Frodo to safety soon enough." But he wasn't as sure as he sounded. Even he had some doubts about Arwen's ability to outride the Nazguls.
"Ho! Look over there, under the tree!" Pippin said, running over to a large oak tree. It was a girl, sprawled at the foot of the tree, unconscious. She had raven-black hair and the garments the girl was wearing was very odd, unlike anything the Hobbits nor Strider have ever seen before.
"Where do you think she's from?" Merry asked Strider in a low voice. Strider shrugged, kneeling beside her.
"I have no idea. She looks like her father is a Man, but her clothes...I've never seen any Man dressed like that." Just then, the girl stirred. When she opened her eyes, Strider could see that she had blue eyes with, curiously, a thin rim of gold around the edge.
"Aye, mi cabeza (my head)," the girl mumbled, rubbing her head, flinching in pain. She looked up, seeing the three hobbits and the Ranger.
"Oy! ¡Quiénes son usted?! (Oy! Who are you?!)" she yelled, backing off.
"What language is she speaking, Strider?" Sam asked.
"I've never heard anything like that before," Strider replied, getting really confused. This was the first time he's ever met with someone he didn't know about. The girl stood up, a look of realization on her face.
"Are you...Aragorn?" she asked with a thick accent. Strider was taken aback.
"How...how do you know my name?" Strider asked the girl.
"Lord of za Rings," the girl stated simply. The group was confused.
"Where are you from, child?" Strider asked slowly, making sure that she could understand him.
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(Zez's POV)
She stared at the man that she had seen on so many billboards and in the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. Zez was befuddled. Could she have actually fallen into Middle Earth?
"Where are you from?" the man she knew only as Aragorn asked again.
"I leeve in Madrid, España," she replied, her voice still coated with a heavy accent. "I'm pretty good at English, so you don't 'ave to act like I'm retarded." The hobbits that Zez knew as Sam, Merry, and Pippin bombarded her with questions.
"Where's Mah-drid?"
"What language were you speaking?"
"What kind of clothes are these?"
"Why are you here?"
Aragorn raised his hand to silence the hobbits. He strode over to Zez, and knelt in front of her.
"Why don't you tell us as we travel?" he asked in a soft voice. Zez, knowing that it was perfectly safe, nodded. He stood up, and beckoned the hobbits to keep walking.
"First of all, what is your name?" Aragorn asked. Zez paused for a minute, translating silently what he just said.
"Zezilia Risa."
"That's an odd name," Pippin said. Zez, taking what he said as an insult, she spun around to face him.
"Bien, por lo menos no tengo una cara como un cerdo (Well, at least I do not have a face like a pig)," she said, smirking. Pippin didn't understand, so he just stared at her, confused. Zez found this extremely funny, because she though it made him look even more like a pig. She burst out laughing.
"What did she say?" he asked Aragorn, as Zez held her stomach, laughing hysterically. He just shrugged.
"I do not know what Tongue she speaks, so I have no idea," he replied. Merry, on the other hand, smiled.
"I think she insulted you, Pip," Merry said. Pippin raised an eyebrow at Zez, who was recovering from her laugh-attack. She took a deep breath, and stood up straight.
"¿Adónde usted va?" she asked. Seeing the bewildered faces, she hastily translated. "I mean...vhere are you going?"
"That, Miss Zezilia, is none of you concern," Aragorn told her. Zez racked her mind, trying to remember a time when the hobbits were traveling by themselves with Aragorn. The she remembered something.
"Un minuto, por favor (One minute, please), but where is Frodo Baggins?" she asked. The group looked at her in alarm.
"How do you know about him?" Aragorn hissed. "Are you one of Sauron's spies?" Zez was at lost of words. She needed to think of a way to explain in Middle Earth sense. She couldn't just say that she knew because she had seen the movie!
"I...er...I..."
"She is! She's a spy!" Sam exclaimed. Aragorn grabbed her before she could run off.
¡Dejado vaya de mí! (Let go of me!)" Zez yelled, struggling to get loose. "¡No soy espía! (I'm not a spy!) ¡Dejado vaya de mí!"
"Are we just going to take her to Rivendell?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Aragorn replied, trying to keep his grip on the surprisingly strong Latina girl. "The Elves will take care of her."
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Please review!!!