A/N- SouthernGirl here. Its my turn now. Mwhahahaha ! Elladan: I'm scared. Elrohir: Me too. ME: Never fear boys. You're in good hands. Elladan and Elrohir: Eep !
Disclaimer: I don't think I own it. Unless I bought it while I was in my brain dead induced coma. Hold on let me check. Nope, still don't own it. Darn ! Oh, I also don't use one of the sayings in this chapter. It belongs to Bacon from Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
Its Called Walking Boys
The sun shone brightly onto the white sands causing the dunes to become blistering hot. The water glistened as the waves crashed weakly upon the shore. And...the beach was pretty much empty save for the few surfers who awoke at an ungodly hour in the hopes of catching the much elusive big wave. So the big white orb that grew above the water to a size that could block out the sun went relatively unnoticed by the bummed out water worshipers. What came out of the orb was another thing entirely. Two dark haired elves fell out of the bright light with an audible pop and splashed into the water. Why they went splash and not splat from the sheer height they fell is still not understood. The twins broke the surface of the water at the same time.
"Give it another tweak. It won't work. See if I ever listen to you again," Elrohir muttered, spitting a mouthful of salty water at his brother.
"I said it probably wouldn't work. There is a difference you know." Elladan then sprayed a stream of ocean water at his twin. "Besides, you were the one who kicked it."
"Whatever. We should probably start swimming to shore."
So the twins began to do exactly that. Elladan, while he was swimming, was scanning his surroundings. "Where in Arda are we," he yelled when nothing looked familiar.
"I don't know where Arda is but this ain't it," a voice called from the beach. Both twins looked at the strangely clothed stranger. "This is Myrtle Beach. And just to let you guys know, you're treading in about five feet of water. I think its safe to stand."
Both twins stood up while looking at one another completely puzzled. The person on the beach just rolled the eyes and sighed.
"Come on. One foot in front of the other. Left, right. Your body will follow. Its called walking boys."
The twins waded through the water until they finally stood in front of the person that puzzled them more than anything. They took in the attire which was a skin tight tunic and leggings of some sort but they were made into one piece. Elladan decided that he would be first to speak and thank the friendly person.
"Thank you for all of your help, sir."
"Sir ?" the stranger questioned, going ramrod straight.
"Uhm, 'Dan, I think I should tell you something," Elrohir tried to butt in but his brother kept running his big mouth.
"Yes. You are a boy are you not ? You wear your hair in the style of the boys of our land. You dress like a man. So therefore you must be a man."
The last thing Elladan remembered was being sucker punched in the face before his back hit the sand. Elrohir smiled nervously. "I tried to tell him that you were a woman but he never listens. I am Elrohir, son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris. The loud mouth is my brother Elladan. You may call us 'Ro and 'Dan if you wish."
"I'm Samantha but you can call me Sam. I think I need to call the crazy house for the two of you." 'Ro gave her a questioning look so Sam explained herself. "Elrond and his sons are fictional. You know, made up. So you've either hit your head or you're nuts."
"I assure you neither of those things are true."
"Uhm, okay. Lets move on now shall we."
A great roaring from the once calm water drew everyone's attention. Sam could only stand there as she stuttered ",W-W-Wh-What is that ?"
"Not what. Who," 'Ro corrected her.
Sam didn't hear him though since she had joined Elladan on the sand in a dead faint.
A/N-Short. I know. The darn plot bunnies decided to watch a Stargate marathon. Hey, Tongue in Cheek Scribe, Tag you're it.
Disclaimer: I don't think I own it. Unless I bought it while I was in my brain dead induced coma. Hold on let me check. Nope, still don't own it. Darn ! Oh, I also don't use one of the sayings in this chapter. It belongs to Bacon from Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.
Its Called Walking Boys
The sun shone brightly onto the white sands causing the dunes to become blistering hot. The water glistened as the waves crashed weakly upon the shore. And...the beach was pretty much empty save for the few surfers who awoke at an ungodly hour in the hopes of catching the much elusive big wave. So the big white orb that grew above the water to a size that could block out the sun went relatively unnoticed by the bummed out water worshipers. What came out of the orb was another thing entirely. Two dark haired elves fell out of the bright light with an audible pop and splashed into the water. Why they went splash and not splat from the sheer height they fell is still not understood. The twins broke the surface of the water at the same time.
"Give it another tweak. It won't work. See if I ever listen to you again," Elrohir muttered, spitting a mouthful of salty water at his brother.
"I said it probably wouldn't work. There is a difference you know." Elladan then sprayed a stream of ocean water at his twin. "Besides, you were the one who kicked it."
"Whatever. We should probably start swimming to shore."
So the twins began to do exactly that. Elladan, while he was swimming, was scanning his surroundings. "Where in Arda are we," he yelled when nothing looked familiar.
"I don't know where Arda is but this ain't it," a voice called from the beach. Both twins looked at the strangely clothed stranger. "This is Myrtle Beach. And just to let you guys know, you're treading in about five feet of water. I think its safe to stand."
Both twins stood up while looking at one another completely puzzled. The person on the beach just rolled the eyes and sighed.
"Come on. One foot in front of the other. Left, right. Your body will follow. Its called walking boys."
The twins waded through the water until they finally stood in front of the person that puzzled them more than anything. They took in the attire which was a skin tight tunic and leggings of some sort but they were made into one piece. Elladan decided that he would be first to speak and thank the friendly person.
"Thank you for all of your help, sir."
"Sir ?" the stranger questioned, going ramrod straight.
"Uhm, 'Dan, I think I should tell you something," Elrohir tried to butt in but his brother kept running his big mouth.
"Yes. You are a boy are you not ? You wear your hair in the style of the boys of our land. You dress like a man. So therefore you must be a man."
The last thing Elladan remembered was being sucker punched in the face before his back hit the sand. Elrohir smiled nervously. "I tried to tell him that you were a woman but he never listens. I am Elrohir, son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris. The loud mouth is my brother Elladan. You may call us 'Ro and 'Dan if you wish."
"I'm Samantha but you can call me Sam. I think I need to call the crazy house for the two of you." 'Ro gave her a questioning look so Sam explained herself. "Elrond and his sons are fictional. You know, made up. So you've either hit your head or you're nuts."
"I assure you neither of those things are true."
"Uhm, okay. Lets move on now shall we."
A great roaring from the once calm water drew everyone's attention. Sam could only stand there as she stuttered ",W-W-Wh-What is that ?"
"Not what. Who," 'Ro corrected her.
Sam didn't hear him though since she had joined Elladan on the sand in a dead faint.
A/N-Short. I know. The darn plot bunnies decided to watch a Stargate marathon. Hey, Tongue in Cheek Scribe, Tag you're it.