DISCLAIMER FOR EVERY CHAPTER OF THIS STORY I WRITE: I do not own middle
earth, Lord of the Rings, any of its characters or anything to do with it.
I don't own any of the songs I put in, if I do put any songs. However, I
do own Steph, her lines and anything that's not in the film.
A/N:
elvenstorm: Tres cool, ma amis! Danke sehr much in german Au revoir!! Merci!! Er... Auf wiedersehn pet!! Pet? Where the hell did that come from? Hem... Sorry about that, I'll try to make it easier to understand in future in Italian that I don't speak. Capish?
CJ*-Cj: Ta. You can probably guess where bouts in the film she is lol...
ElwynElanesse: Thank you! I can't wait for the rest of it either. One small problem: I've got to first work out the story, and then write it. This story is complete and utter crap and I just type the first things that come into my head. Yep, best way to write a confusing and non-sense-making story.
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Chapter 3 ~ A Wet Experience
"Oh no. Not good - definitely NOT good." I repeated, not having the slightest idea of what to do. Stand and die, I thought later.
"Ohmycrapohmycrapohmycrap!!" By now, the nearest one was a few metres away from me, sword raised. I had no idea of what to do. I'd had self-defence classes before, but I'd no idea how that'd help me now. So I screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I stepped to the side at the last second, it tripped and landed on its face, its feet went up and I heard a nasty crack. It was definitely dead, so I presumed it had broken its neck. By now I was still calling it an it because I still didn't know what it was.
"Frightening, that's what it was."
I turned back to look at the rest of them. Being the stupid idiot that I am, well, that and not wanting to die, I grabbed the things sword and backed up, hoping either that they wouldn't see me, or that if they did attack, they'd only come one by one.
"Lets just hope it's not the latter of the options they choose."
It was kind of, a mix between the two that they choose. The first one that came at me didn't seem to see me, but simply charged; pretty frightening, in case you don't know. I just held up the sword I was holding and stepped to the side again. Its sword hit mine and I stepped back a bit from the blow; I had never done this sort of thing before. Anyway, it ended up on the ground, and I had no idea what to do. I mean, yes, I should've killed it, but at the time that wasn't the first thing to come into my head. I had never so much as hurt anyone before, and was afraid to do so.
"Just DO IT Steph."
So I did it. I stabbed the not-so-little bugger and he – I presumed it was a he – died immediately. I left the sword where it was and stepped back again. I then heard a yell, and the dark guy I had seen earlier jumped out in front of them and began fighting. He went up the steps to the platform- thing at the top and continued to fight them. I took another step back. Mistake. I also fell backwards and rolled a few metres down a bank, to land, quite dirty at the bottom. The next thing I heard was a horn of some kind far off. Not wanting to run into the owner, I then got up and ran away from the sound. I didn't know or care where I was going. I just ran.
"Keep going Steph, just keep running."
I eventually reached a small beach, where two boats were tied up. I put my hands on my knees and gasped for breath, following with my eyes tracks where another would've been. I looked up at a huge river that disappeared over a waterfall. I then saw the missing boat, half way across the river, with one small person occupying it. It was Frodo.
"Eh? What on earth is he doing there?"
Before I got time to answer this question, someone came flying out of the bushes and knocked me over.
"Ow! Watch it!"
I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked up at the person who had knocked me over. He was small, with shortish, sandy coloured curly hair. However – like me - I don't think he had had a lot of practise with a sword. He drew it immediately and brandished it around him, shouting.
Nutcase-waving-a-sword-at-me: Stand off! Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself!
Steph: Hey, hey, cool it, dude. Whatever you want man.
Sam: Where... where are you?
Steph: Right behind you.
He turned around to face me, but it looked as though he was looking straight through me. He seemed to think he was hearing stuff and turned back to the river, sheathing – with difficulty – his short sword and continued on what he was doing. Same-nutter: Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo! Steph: 'Ang on – how do you know him? He paused, shook his head then just kept paddling, ignoring my question. Frodo: No Sam. Frodo continued to paddle away. Steph: Oi! You! Where are you going? Hey! What is this place? He ignored me. Sam ran into the river after Frodo. Frodo, hearing the splashes, looked back. Frodo: Go back Sam! I'm going to Mordor alone.
"What the crap is Mordor?" Nutter-Called-Sam: Of course you are, and I'm coming with you!
"Does that make sense?" Frodo: You can't swim! Sam! "Obviously not." Sam struggled to swim then sank into the water. "I've been here five minutes and already I'm attempting to save someone's life." Frodo: Sam!!! Sam sank deeper and deeper. His hand disappeared below the water. "I will regret this." I waded quickly to waist-deep, where it quickly shelved off, and dived in. It was cold. I swam underneath Sam, seeing the sun shimmering up on the surface. His arm floated limply as he descended into the water. I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up. For such a small person he was pretty heavy. We rose to the surface and he began spluttering. I gasped for breath before sinking back under. I knew I'd regret this. I pushed him up again and he tumbled into the boat. He was dripping wet. I was completely sodden. "Well, yes, you would be if you were swimming." Sam: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to! I don't mean to.
Frodo: Oh Sam! Come on. Steph: Hey! Don't thank me or anything; I only saved your life. Frodo turned to me, but he too thought he was hearing things. Steph: What is wrong with you two? First you ignore me and now your acting as if you're hearing stuff! Frodo: Did you hear a voice, Sam? Steph: What do you mean, "did you hear a voice?" Look, I'm right here and I saved your buddy's life. What is up? LOOK. I splashed around in the water. Sam looked as though he'd seen a ghost. Steph: Can I at least get in? This water is freezing. They stood to one side and I clambered in, making the boat rock. Steph: Were you going somewhere? Frodo nodded, mouth open and grabbed one of the paddles. I grabbed the other one and Sam's eyes – if it was possible – grew even wider. "Whatever. People these days." We reached the eastern shore and they still said absolutely nothing. I climbed out. Steph: Now. Could someone please tell me what's going on? *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* A/N: This was not the way I wanted the story to go... Ah, whatever. What d'you think? Please r&r because I'm feeling lonely and am losing the will to write.
A/N:
elvenstorm: Tres cool, ma amis! Danke sehr much in german Au revoir!! Merci!! Er... Auf wiedersehn pet!! Pet? Where the hell did that come from? Hem... Sorry about that, I'll try to make it easier to understand in future in Italian that I don't speak. Capish?
CJ*-Cj: Ta. You can probably guess where bouts in the film she is lol...
ElwynElanesse: Thank you! I can't wait for the rest of it either. One small problem: I've got to first work out the story, and then write it. This story is complete and utter crap and I just type the first things that come into my head. Yep, best way to write a confusing and non-sense-making story.
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Chapter 3 ~ A Wet Experience
"Oh no. Not good - definitely NOT good." I repeated, not having the slightest idea of what to do. Stand and die, I thought later.
"Ohmycrapohmycrapohmycrap!!" By now, the nearest one was a few metres away from me, sword raised. I had no idea of what to do. I'd had self-defence classes before, but I'd no idea how that'd help me now. So I screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I stepped to the side at the last second, it tripped and landed on its face, its feet went up and I heard a nasty crack. It was definitely dead, so I presumed it had broken its neck. By now I was still calling it an it because I still didn't know what it was.
"Frightening, that's what it was."
I turned back to look at the rest of them. Being the stupid idiot that I am, well, that and not wanting to die, I grabbed the things sword and backed up, hoping either that they wouldn't see me, or that if they did attack, they'd only come one by one.
"Lets just hope it's not the latter of the options they choose."
It was kind of, a mix between the two that they choose. The first one that came at me didn't seem to see me, but simply charged; pretty frightening, in case you don't know. I just held up the sword I was holding and stepped to the side again. Its sword hit mine and I stepped back a bit from the blow; I had never done this sort of thing before. Anyway, it ended up on the ground, and I had no idea what to do. I mean, yes, I should've killed it, but at the time that wasn't the first thing to come into my head. I had never so much as hurt anyone before, and was afraid to do so.
"Just DO IT Steph."
So I did it. I stabbed the not-so-little bugger and he – I presumed it was a he – died immediately. I left the sword where it was and stepped back again. I then heard a yell, and the dark guy I had seen earlier jumped out in front of them and began fighting. He went up the steps to the platform- thing at the top and continued to fight them. I took another step back. Mistake. I also fell backwards and rolled a few metres down a bank, to land, quite dirty at the bottom. The next thing I heard was a horn of some kind far off. Not wanting to run into the owner, I then got up and ran away from the sound. I didn't know or care where I was going. I just ran.
"Keep going Steph, just keep running."
I eventually reached a small beach, where two boats were tied up. I put my hands on my knees and gasped for breath, following with my eyes tracks where another would've been. I looked up at a huge river that disappeared over a waterfall. I then saw the missing boat, half way across the river, with one small person occupying it. It was Frodo.
"Eh? What on earth is he doing there?"
Before I got time to answer this question, someone came flying out of the bushes and knocked me over.
"Ow! Watch it!"
I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked up at the person who had knocked me over. He was small, with shortish, sandy coloured curly hair. However – like me - I don't think he had had a lot of practise with a sword. He drew it immediately and brandished it around him, shouting.
Nutcase-waving-a-sword-at-me: Stand off! Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself!
Steph: Hey, hey, cool it, dude. Whatever you want man.
Sam: Where... where are you?
Steph: Right behind you.
He turned around to face me, but it looked as though he was looking straight through me. He seemed to think he was hearing stuff and turned back to the river, sheathing – with difficulty – his short sword and continued on what he was doing. Same-nutter: Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo! Steph: 'Ang on – how do you know him? He paused, shook his head then just kept paddling, ignoring my question. Frodo: No Sam. Frodo continued to paddle away. Steph: Oi! You! Where are you going? Hey! What is this place? He ignored me. Sam ran into the river after Frodo. Frodo, hearing the splashes, looked back. Frodo: Go back Sam! I'm going to Mordor alone.
"What the crap is Mordor?" Nutter-Called-Sam: Of course you are, and I'm coming with you!
"Does that make sense?" Frodo: You can't swim! Sam! "Obviously not." Sam struggled to swim then sank into the water. "I've been here five minutes and already I'm attempting to save someone's life." Frodo: Sam!!! Sam sank deeper and deeper. His hand disappeared below the water. "I will regret this." I waded quickly to waist-deep, where it quickly shelved off, and dived in. It was cold. I swam underneath Sam, seeing the sun shimmering up on the surface. His arm floated limply as he descended into the water. I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up. For such a small person he was pretty heavy. We rose to the surface and he began spluttering. I gasped for breath before sinking back under. I knew I'd regret this. I pushed him up again and he tumbled into the boat. He was dripping wet. I was completely sodden. "Well, yes, you would be if you were swimming." Sam: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise! "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to! I don't mean to.
Frodo: Oh Sam! Come on. Steph: Hey! Don't thank me or anything; I only saved your life. Frodo turned to me, but he too thought he was hearing things. Steph: What is wrong with you two? First you ignore me and now your acting as if you're hearing stuff! Frodo: Did you hear a voice, Sam? Steph: What do you mean, "did you hear a voice?" Look, I'm right here and I saved your buddy's life. What is up? LOOK. I splashed around in the water. Sam looked as though he'd seen a ghost. Steph: Can I at least get in? This water is freezing. They stood to one side and I clambered in, making the boat rock. Steph: Were you going somewhere? Frodo nodded, mouth open and grabbed one of the paddles. I grabbed the other one and Sam's eyes – if it was possible – grew even wider. "Whatever. People these days." We reached the eastern shore and they still said absolutely nothing. I climbed out. Steph: Now. Could someone please tell me what's going on? *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* A/N: This was not the way I wanted the story to go... Ah, whatever. What d'you think? Please r&r because I'm feeling lonely and am losing the will to write.