Chapter Four: "You're the ones dressed funny, not us Bub."
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A/N: Okay.I need at least six reviews for the live or die thing or else I don't update again. Also, I'd like your opinions on who should be with who..yes.it's ANOTHER add new characters so we can get with.but not screw.the LOTR characters. If you don't like it then please no flamers.just don't read it.flaming just shows us your true amount of stupidity. Ok.here's the story.
"Who are you?" One of the men asked.
"We were about to ask you the same thing mister." Tricia stated to the man who had shoulder length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, some facial hair, and had a long sword at his side.
"That's not an answer." Gimli asked.
"Well duh!" Rachel replied. Holly was still in shock and stared at the blood on her clothes.
"Rachel, shut up. I'm Holly Jones. I am sixteen years of age. Though I don't think you would know where I'm from." She finally managed to say. She bowed a little to the group as she thought that from what she had seen and read that she should do so. Her friends just stared at her like she was mad.
"Uh.Holly, what the hell are you doing?" Rachel asked. She looked around and wanted to kill something because she didn't understand a damn thing. These people had attacked them and they looked like the characters from the Lord of the Rings movies. Tricia was thinking the same thing.
"Rachel, I'm sorry for my companions chasing you. They, like you, were confused and felt rather threatened when they saw Holly punch Aragorn." The old man who they assumed to be Gandalf said.
"Yes.sorry about that. It's just.we've kinda been through a real scare recently so waking up to find a stranger leaning over you isn't exactly comforting." The blonde apologized to the man in front of her.
"Well.apology accepted." Aragorn said as he nodded to Holly.
"Now, I think that perhaps we should explain what the situation is. Holly, where are you from?" Gandalf asked.
"Ohio of the United States of America. Planet Earth. Though I still doubt that any of you have heard of it." Holly replied.
"Ohio? Unites states? Earth? As long as I have lived I've never heard of such places." Boromir stated. Holly just seemed to confirm silently what she had been thinking.
"I thought so. So we're in middle earth, you guys are the fellowship of the ring. And we just seem insane because we claim to come from a place that none of you has ever heard of. Which is ironic because Middle earth is nothing but a fairy tale where we come from." Holly pondered. The rest of the people standing there just looked at her.
"Are you serious Holly? Are we really in Middle Earth?" Tricia asked excitedly. Holly nodded.
"Whoa, sweet! Okay, this is so cool! So he's an elf, he's a dwarf, and they're hobbits? COOL!" Rachel yelled.
"You.know who we are?" One of the hobbits asked.
"Yep!" Tricia replied. They group looked at the girl's in front of them in wonder.
"Then name us." Gimli challenged.
"Sure, Gimli son of Gloin. He's Aragorn heir to the throne of Gondor, Legolas prince of Mirkwood." Rachel began.
"Gandalf the gray!" Tricia exclaimed. "Frodo, and Sam, and."
"Boromir, Merry, and Pippin." Holly finished. "The fellowship of the ring." She stated as she and her friends smiled at each other.
"You know of our quest?" Aragorn asked rather suspiciously.
"Yes. More than you would like to think. Though you have nothing to fear from us. Personally I just want to make it back home alive." Rachel confessed.
"Yeah, though this will be a nice break!" Tricia said happily. "Holly! You're hurt. What happened?" Tricia exclaimed as she fully realized how bad a shape her older friend was.
"I will heal her wounds back at camp. If you please, we would like to learn your names." Aragorn said to Rachel and Tricia.
"I'm Tricia Souda, sixteen. Please to meet you." The brunette said as she smiled to the group.
"And I'm Rachel Conway. Sixteen as well." The tallest one said.
"Ah, you must be the eldest of the group." Gimli said. Rachel blushed a little while Tricia and Holly looked a little offended.
"Actually, I am. Rachel, is the youngest." Holly explained in a rather harsh tone.
"Forgive me my lady. I did not mean to offend you." Gimli apologized sincerely. Holly just looked at him then seemed to brush it off and smiled wearily.
"Did, you slay this orc?" Boromir questioned.
"Yes.I ran into it after."
"You jumped of this cliff like a bloody loon!" Merry stated. Holly shot a death stare at him.
"Well maybe if I had not been scared to death then chased I might have reacted differently! Besides.I jumped onto a ledge but landed wrong.so I slipped and fell the rest of the way. Then I ran into this orc and.well.killed it."
"A brave act indeed. Courage must run deep in your family's bloodline." Boromir said with a hint of admiration.
"No, probably just stupid spontaneous reactions. If it had been one of you around that corner you'd be lying on the ground right now. I'm going back to that pond to see if any of our stuff came along." Holly sighed in a sort of frustrated way. She walked past the group and back towards the pond.
"How does she know where it is?" Sam asked.
"She's got a pretty accurate sense of direction. She'll find her way." Rachel stated as she began to follow her friend.
"A question lady, why do you dress in such strange clothes?" Pippin inquired.
"You're the one's dressed funny, not us Bub!" Holly called back. Rachel and Tricia just exchanged smiles and ran after the other girl.
"Well, I suppose we should follow them." Frodo said as he began to follow the females.
"You trust them?" Gandalf asked curiously.
"Yes. I don't know why, but I think that they spoke the truth when they said that we have nothing to fear from them. Perhaps we have only to learn from them." The hobbit replied with a sad smile. He continued to walk and the rest of the fellowship followed. Merry and Pippin whispered to each other while Aragorn and Boromir exchanged worried glances.
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A/N: Okay.I need at least six reviews for the live or die thing or else I don't update again. Also, I'd like your opinions on who should be with who..yes.it's ANOTHER add new characters so we can get with.but not screw.the LOTR characters. If you don't like it then please no flamers.just don't read it.flaming just shows us your true amount of stupidity. Ok.here's the story.
"Who are you?" One of the men asked.
"We were about to ask you the same thing mister." Tricia stated to the man who had shoulder length brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, some facial hair, and had a long sword at his side.
"That's not an answer." Gimli asked.
"Well duh!" Rachel replied. Holly was still in shock and stared at the blood on her clothes.
"Rachel, shut up. I'm Holly Jones. I am sixteen years of age. Though I don't think you would know where I'm from." She finally managed to say. She bowed a little to the group as she thought that from what she had seen and read that she should do so. Her friends just stared at her like she was mad.
"Uh.Holly, what the hell are you doing?" Rachel asked. She looked around and wanted to kill something because she didn't understand a damn thing. These people had attacked them and they looked like the characters from the Lord of the Rings movies. Tricia was thinking the same thing.
"Rachel, I'm sorry for my companions chasing you. They, like you, were confused and felt rather threatened when they saw Holly punch Aragorn." The old man who they assumed to be Gandalf said.
"Yes.sorry about that. It's just.we've kinda been through a real scare recently so waking up to find a stranger leaning over you isn't exactly comforting." The blonde apologized to the man in front of her.
"Well.apology accepted." Aragorn said as he nodded to Holly.
"Now, I think that perhaps we should explain what the situation is. Holly, where are you from?" Gandalf asked.
"Ohio of the United States of America. Planet Earth. Though I still doubt that any of you have heard of it." Holly replied.
"Ohio? Unites states? Earth? As long as I have lived I've never heard of such places." Boromir stated. Holly just seemed to confirm silently what she had been thinking.
"I thought so. So we're in middle earth, you guys are the fellowship of the ring. And we just seem insane because we claim to come from a place that none of you has ever heard of. Which is ironic because Middle earth is nothing but a fairy tale where we come from." Holly pondered. The rest of the people standing there just looked at her.
"Are you serious Holly? Are we really in Middle Earth?" Tricia asked excitedly. Holly nodded.
"Whoa, sweet! Okay, this is so cool! So he's an elf, he's a dwarf, and they're hobbits? COOL!" Rachel yelled.
"You.know who we are?" One of the hobbits asked.
"Yep!" Tricia replied. They group looked at the girl's in front of them in wonder.
"Then name us." Gimli challenged.
"Sure, Gimli son of Gloin. He's Aragorn heir to the throne of Gondor, Legolas prince of Mirkwood." Rachel began.
"Gandalf the gray!" Tricia exclaimed. "Frodo, and Sam, and."
"Boromir, Merry, and Pippin." Holly finished. "The fellowship of the ring." She stated as she and her friends smiled at each other.
"You know of our quest?" Aragorn asked rather suspiciously.
"Yes. More than you would like to think. Though you have nothing to fear from us. Personally I just want to make it back home alive." Rachel confessed.
"Yeah, though this will be a nice break!" Tricia said happily. "Holly! You're hurt. What happened?" Tricia exclaimed as she fully realized how bad a shape her older friend was.
"I will heal her wounds back at camp. If you please, we would like to learn your names." Aragorn said to Rachel and Tricia.
"I'm Tricia Souda, sixteen. Please to meet you." The brunette said as she smiled to the group.
"And I'm Rachel Conway. Sixteen as well." The tallest one said.
"Ah, you must be the eldest of the group." Gimli said. Rachel blushed a little while Tricia and Holly looked a little offended.
"Actually, I am. Rachel, is the youngest." Holly explained in a rather harsh tone.
"Forgive me my lady. I did not mean to offend you." Gimli apologized sincerely. Holly just looked at him then seemed to brush it off and smiled wearily.
"Did, you slay this orc?" Boromir questioned.
"Yes.I ran into it after."
"You jumped of this cliff like a bloody loon!" Merry stated. Holly shot a death stare at him.
"Well maybe if I had not been scared to death then chased I might have reacted differently! Besides.I jumped onto a ledge but landed wrong.so I slipped and fell the rest of the way. Then I ran into this orc and.well.killed it."
"A brave act indeed. Courage must run deep in your family's bloodline." Boromir said with a hint of admiration.
"No, probably just stupid spontaneous reactions. If it had been one of you around that corner you'd be lying on the ground right now. I'm going back to that pond to see if any of our stuff came along." Holly sighed in a sort of frustrated way. She walked past the group and back towards the pond.
"How does she know where it is?" Sam asked.
"She's got a pretty accurate sense of direction. She'll find her way." Rachel stated as she began to follow her friend.
"A question lady, why do you dress in such strange clothes?" Pippin inquired.
"You're the one's dressed funny, not us Bub!" Holly called back. Rachel and Tricia just exchanged smiles and ran after the other girl.
"Well, I suppose we should follow them." Frodo said as he began to follow the females.
"You trust them?" Gandalf asked curiously.
"Yes. I don't know why, but I think that they spoke the truth when they said that we have nothing to fear from them. Perhaps we have only to learn from them." The hobbit replied with a sad smile. He continued to walk and the rest of the fellowship followed. Merry and Pippin whispered to each other while Aragorn and Boromir exchanged worried glances.