In Dreams
By; Baggins'babe
Consider This a Nightmare
Disclaimer; I don't own anything.
POV; Ashley
Everyone throws parties at the end of the school year, including the school. Since this was going to be big, "I might as well invite someone I haven't seen in awhile, Micheala!" I thought to my self. Poor soul not to know aught about LOTR must be horrible. When she came I tought her everything from the movie up until Cirith Ungol. (She couldn't watch the movies.) Then I had an idea. "What if she would role play what she thinks Sam would do in this situation?" I schemed. "K.K? You be Sam and I'll be Frodo what are you going to do?"
(Okay this might be weird but in this dream they were the actual characters, but still thought like K.K., Ashley)
Sam kept moving to the top onto a ledge down looking at a resting confused Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo!" he shouted.
"Sam, I told you to go home."
"I'm sick and tired of you telling me what to do. Who chose for me to be your slave anyway?"
(No one was playing Gollum but he was there)
Gollum looked up at Sam and arched an eyebrow then looked down at the floor and shook his head.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins!" Sam shouted as he threw a large rock aimed at Frodo's head. Frodo jumped back just in time.
Gollum was delighted that he wouldn't be blamed for the 'accident' so he scurried off and waited.
Frodo drew Sting out of his sheath. Just after he saw a Nazgul creep behind Sam and began to run down the stairs, (bleachers) dropping his sword and fleeing for his life. "Yeah you better run." Sam warned as he took after him. The Blackrider disappeared. (?) For some reason (?). Sam picked up Sting. (Which was really a stick, you think we're allowed to bring weapons to school)
At this point Sam and Frodo were simply Micheala and I attempting to play LOTR. Micheala was faster than I, but if I got caught I could always blame the One Ring. The football field is just outside the gym, I ran thither, but not fast enough Micheala was gaining. She accurately threw the stick at my head. So like in all role playing games I pretended to die.
It wasn't until after I got up that I realized all the popular people were staring at me. Not in the nice way either, my high school career was finished! I'm doomed, Doomed to my very end, and I didn't care. Nor did Micheala (she didn't even go to that school though.) We casually got up and walked away.
POV; Ashley
Everyone throws parties at the end of the school year, including the school. Since this was going to be big, "I might as well invite someone I haven't seen in awhile, Micheala!" I thought to my self. Poor soul not to know aught about LOTR must be horrible. When she came I tought her everything from the movie up until Cirith Ungol. (She couldn't watch the movies.) Then I had an idea. "What if she would role play what she thinks Sam would do in this situation?" I schemed. "K.K? You be Sam and I'll be Frodo what are you going to do?"
(Okay this might be weird but in this dream they were the actual characters, but still thought like K.K., Ashley)
Sam kept moving to the top onto a ledge down looking at a resting confused Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo!" he shouted.
"Sam, I told you to go home."
"I'm sick and tired of you telling me what to do. Who chose for me to be your slave anyway?"
(No one was playing Gollum but he was there)
Gollum looked up at Sam and arched an eyebrow then looked down at the floor and shook his head.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins!" Sam shouted as he threw a large rock aimed at Frodo's head. Frodo jumped back just in time.
Gollum was delighted that he wouldn't be blamed for the 'accident' so he scurried off and waited.
Frodo drew Sting out of his sheath. Just after he saw a Nazgul creep behind Sam and began to run down the stairs, (bleachers) dropping his sword and fleeing for his life. "Yeah you better run." Sam warned as he took after him. The Blackrider disappeared. (?) For some reason (?). Sam picked up Sting. (Which was really a stick, you think we're allowed to bring weapons to school)
At this point Sam and Frodo were simply Micheala and I attempting to play LOTR. Micheala was faster than I, but if I got caught I could always blame the One Ring. The football field is just outside the gym, I ran thither, but not fast enough Micheala was gaining. She accurately threw the stick at my head. So like in all role playing games I pretended to die.
It wasn't until after I got up that I realized all the popular people were staring at me. Not in the nice way either, my high school career was finished! I'm doomed, Doomed to my very end, and I didn't care. Nor did Micheala (she didn't even go to that school though.) We casually got up and walked away.