Chapter 2
"Excuse me, sir, could you please remove that sword from my neck?" I asked politely
"Not until you answer my Questions!" Replied the ranger.
"Ok, ok, no sweat, Strider!" I commented.
The sword dug deeper into my neck "How do you know my name?"
"Smooth move, Matt!" I told myself, before replying, "I read about you in this book, it's called "Lord of the Rings" and.."
"Ok, ok, now could you answer my other questions?"
"I'm Matt, son of...."
"Son of who?"
"Son of Sauron!" I said sarcastically.
The sword dug back into my neck, "Ouch! I was joking!" I snapped.
"Who are you then?"
"I just told you, Matt"
"Let's focus on the "Sauron" part for a moment. Who is your father if you were fooling?"
"Erm..." I thought about it.
"I'm afraid unless you can prove to me you are not a servant of the Dark lord, I will have to kill you." Strider threatened.
"Well get that damn sword out of my neck, and I will!" I snapped.
The ranger reluctantly removed his sword.
"And help me with this darned Laptop will you!"
The Hobbit with Sandy coloured hair came forward and helped me move the Laptop off my chest, before scurrying back to the group.
"Thanks Sam!" I commented. Sam looked at me, even more scared than before.
"Now, I am the author of this story, which is how I got here! But until I finish the story, I'm stuck here! You with me?"
Strider and the Hobbits laughed.
Offended, I said, "Fine! I'll prove it!"
"How?" asked the ranger.
I gave an evil grin and opened my laptop. I typed "Suddenly, Strider's sword disappeared!"
Sure enough, the Strider's sword vanished. The hobbit's gawped and the ranger gasped.
"Where is it?" He cried.
"Do you believe me now? Say so, and I'll give it back!"
"I believe you, I believe you! You're the author and not a servant of Sauron! Please, give me back my sword!" Pleaded Strider.
I grinned "Feel the power!" I replied, and typed "Then, it reappeared by my feet." The sword appeared.
In a flash I grabbed it and swished it about a bit. "Die, you stupid Orc!" I cried, chopping it into a tree.
"Ahem!" Strider coughed.
"Oh, erm, yeah, I was forgetting, it's yours isn't it?" I commented, handing the sword back.
"Thank you, young one."
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How was that? Please R&R!
"Excuse me, sir, could you please remove that sword from my neck?" I asked politely
"Not until you answer my Questions!" Replied the ranger.
"Ok, ok, no sweat, Strider!" I commented.
The sword dug deeper into my neck "How do you know my name?"
"Smooth move, Matt!" I told myself, before replying, "I read about you in this book, it's called "Lord of the Rings" and.."
"Ok, ok, now could you answer my other questions?"
"I'm Matt, son of...."
"Son of who?"
"Son of Sauron!" I said sarcastically.
The sword dug back into my neck, "Ouch! I was joking!" I snapped.
"Who are you then?"
"I just told you, Matt"
"Let's focus on the "Sauron" part for a moment. Who is your father if you were fooling?"
"Erm..." I thought about it.
"I'm afraid unless you can prove to me you are not a servant of the Dark lord, I will have to kill you." Strider threatened.
"Well get that damn sword out of my neck, and I will!" I snapped.
The ranger reluctantly removed his sword.
"And help me with this darned Laptop will you!"
The Hobbit with Sandy coloured hair came forward and helped me move the Laptop off my chest, before scurrying back to the group.
"Thanks Sam!" I commented. Sam looked at me, even more scared than before.
"Now, I am the author of this story, which is how I got here! But until I finish the story, I'm stuck here! You with me?"
Strider and the Hobbits laughed.
Offended, I said, "Fine! I'll prove it!"
"How?" asked the ranger.
I gave an evil grin and opened my laptop. I typed "Suddenly, Strider's sword disappeared!"
Sure enough, the Strider's sword vanished. The hobbit's gawped and the ranger gasped.
"Where is it?" He cried.
"Do you believe me now? Say so, and I'll give it back!"
"I believe you, I believe you! You're the author and not a servant of Sauron! Please, give me back my sword!" Pleaded Strider.
I grinned "Feel the power!" I replied, and typed "Then, it reappeared by my feet." The sword appeared.
In a flash I grabbed it and swished it about a bit. "Die, you stupid Orc!" I cried, chopping it into a tree.
"Ahem!" Strider coughed.
"Oh, erm, yeah, I was forgetting, it's yours isn't it?" I commented, handing the sword back.
"Thank you, young one."
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How was that? Please R&R!