A/N: We, being Sarah and Alethea (ä - LEE - thee - ä), were bored and we
decided to take a joke we had going with our friends to create this fanfic.
Please do not take most of this seriously, and watch out for some bad
language mainly spoken by me, Alethea, who some times can not contain the
words at mind. And we must thank Erica, Meghan, and Amanda for helping us
the original idea.
Alethea tossed in her sleep, though she normally didn't mind sleeping on a floor she was restless. Though being at Meghan's house was always fun, especially when Sarah, Amanda, Erica where there too... Alethea then tossed over once more and freaked. She was in a bed, but not hers and not any in Meghan's house. She sprang upward to sit up in her bed and looked anxiously around the room. There was a fire going and candle on a table. Outside the windows - she almost freaked out once more - was an exact replica of Bree! She sprang to her feet, but before she could reach the window to get a better look, she saw another bed with someone lying in it.
"AHHHHHH!" she screamed. Then another voice echoed it.
"AHHHHHH!"
Both voices rang together, "AHHHHHH!" The person in the bed sprang up, her hair was long and brown and she had fair skin... It was Sarah.
Sarah realized what the seen looked like "Wai...Meg? Hobbitsie?" She leaned up. "Erica...? Amanda! ...LEATH?" her voice changed from confused too angry and scared.
"Yea?" Alethea (Leath) asked looking at Sarah with a cock-eyed expression.
"Dude...we're...in night gowns... GOWNS." She states panting heavily.
"Holy muffin shit!" she exclaimed examining her white night gown. It covered her shoulders and her entire arms, then it also went down to her ankles. It was also trimmed a bit with lace. "OK what type of a perv would steel us from Meghan's house and dress us up like this, AND put us in the scenery of Bree?" she looked around and caught her own image in a mirror. Her blonde hair was longer then it had been she had fallen asleep (but she wanted her hair that long once again), and that she was not wearing her peace sign necklace. Her blue eyes that faded to white around the pupil glanced around the room.
"Like I'd know!" said Sarah pushing of the covers to examine her gown. "This would not have been my first choice in clothes... it's white!" she whimpered a bit.
Then there was a knock at the door, and they jumped. "Misses?" called a voice, "I heard a scream - or three - and I wanted to know if you had needed help?"
"Uhm, we're uhm... OK." Said Alethea shifting her eyes as if the man who owned the voice could see her.
"OK?" he muttered. "Strange speech you speak. What does 'OK' mean?" Asked the voice.
"It means we're fine and go away!" said Sarah not knowing what else to say.
"Sorry, Misses." He said and then there was a sound of scurrying outside the door.
Alethea then peered out the window. "I wonder where the others are." She then had a strange thought... "Do you think, that maybe, that Meg is in Hobbition? Seeing as I thought Bree would be cool seeing as I always RP there on the RPG site I we to. Then Erica and Amanda in Mirkwood, because Legolas is there for Erica and Amanda wants to see it because she thinks it'd look cool? I mean, I don't know."
"Could be so..." Said Sarah looking around the room making sure there was nothing they had over looked. "Hey, those chairs by the fire, they have clothes and bags on them. Maybe those are ours?" She sprang up and darted for something new to change into. At the chair in front of her bed were clothes of a woman traveler: There was a dark-gray tunic and cloak to match, a loose creamy white turtleneck, and a leather hilt dagger. "Just exactly what I would have wanted." She said as she reached for paper and pen on the table. (She also picked up an ink-pad)
Alethea looks at the foot of her bed and spots a dark green tunic a navy blue cloak and sleeved shirt. She also saw a two-handed bastard sword and she took it and it's sheath and put it in her belt. She also picked up a pocket mirror. "Hey, my dungeons and dragons' characters always find these useful." She looked once more around the room. "Those packs must be for us, or ours. Who knows?"
"I don't think we should leave right away," said Sarah, "we don't know even know what's going on. Besides where would we go?"
"Uh..." Alethea paused, "Muffin! I don't know where. Hey I wonder how old I have to be to be able to drink...."
"That would not be intelligent." Said Sarah.
"Shhhh... no one knows that." Said Alethea with shifty eyes.
"Yea, right, whatever. But we must really figure out what we are doing here."
"Not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all..."
"No shit, but we really must not argue about this." Said Sarah.
They changed into the clothes and were happy to get out of the nightgowns. They decided it might be best to take their weapons with them, just in case. Alethea looked at herself in the mirror. "Hey! I could pass for 19 maybe. Though normally people say I look 16, but not in these clothes. They well never notice we are 14."
"So?" asked Sarah
"I don't know but it's cool!"
"You do know, that in serious situations you are quite dumb?"
"Nope, just in denial!" said Alethea with a smile.
Sarah rolled her eyes and peered out the doors. "I think we go left." She said stepping out of the doorway. "There is more noise that way."
They stumbled out into the hall and walked towards the noise.
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Meghan pulls her blankets over her head as the sun began to shine through the window. She felt someone tap her,
"Uhm, Mr. Frodo?"
"Alethea.. get the hell away from me." There was a stunned silence for a few moments and Meghan resolved that Alethea or Amanda, or whoever decided to wake her up before the appropriate time (at least 12:00pm) had gone back to sleep.
"Miss?" It was definitely a man's voice, with a small British accent. Meghan decided that this time she was asleep again and dreaming. She ignored whoever it was and pulled her strawberry blond hair from her face, and pushed her hair from her face. There was shuffled footsteps that apparently left the room and came back a few minutes later, except this time with another pair of footsteps with it.
"Excuse me, what are you doing in my house?" Meghan's green eyes shot open. She rolled over and came face to face with two men. She was stunned speechless. Until....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She fell backwards out of bed. And crawled backwards to the wall. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?"
They looked stunned. Almost as much as she did. She looked down, she was wearing a nightgown, lacy, low cut and it had puffy sleeves. (You know like the old fashions ones.) Then she looked around. Round circular windows, circular doors, and everything old and oldish.
She looked up, one of the two men- the one that was first there, had sandy brown hair, hazel-brown eyes, and was plump. She looked to the other. He had dark hair, violent blue eyes, and was thin and willowy. She blinked. They had hairy feet. They were hobbits Frodo and Sam. She looked down and lifted the hem of her dress slightly, and looked down at her feet which were covered in fine reddish hair. She looked up at them and passed out.
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Legolas walked through the woods or Mirkwood, when he heard a rustle in the leaves. He moved silently over the fallen leaves and saw two elven maidens lying on the ground in travelers cloths.
One of the woman stirred and saw a shadow loom over her. She then made a swipe to hit it, in self-defense. It was a move done with great agility but Legolas caught her arm. The woman turned over and look like a teenager with long dark blond hair. She then gawked at him. She reached back and tapped her friend.
"Amanda... Amanda! It's the hottness!" She pocked her friend once more.
The second figure stirred and looked around with her brown eyes, "Erica, you weirdo, we must be dreaming or something, go back to sleep." Apparently it was Amanda, and her brown hair dangled around her as she laid back down to sleep.
Legolas who was curious about the word 'hottness' looked at the girl gawking at him.
"He's holding my arm..." said Erica locking her eyes onto his.
"Yes, m'lady, I am. I shall let go if you would like me too." Legolas let go of her hand and Erica raised it back up.
Ehee....I don't mind...." She smiles, a blush forming.
"Well, 'tis a pleasure, m'lady...My name is Legolas-" He stops short when she starts mouthing 'Greenleaf'. "--Greenleaf... have you heard of me?"
"Yeah, kind-a." she said with a smile.
"May I ask who you and your companion are?" asked Legolas looking at the girl gawking and at her friend sleeping.
"Oh, I am Erica the supreme elven warrior of Bayport... oh, and she is Amanda of Bayport."
"What?" Amanda asked only being half-coherent. She then sat up and looked at Erica and burst out laughing.
"Nothing... what, what's so funny?" asked Erica glaring back at Amanda with her 'death stair."
"You're," she cackled uncontrollably, "wearing a dress!"
Legolas look puzzled at this statement but right after that even confused him more.
"WHAT?!?!" She jumped up onto her feet examining her woman's traveling clothes. "But, ha! You're wearing one too." Erica started pulling at the fabric as if it were infected.
"Crud." She simply said. "So this is the hottness?"
Erica just smiled.
There followed a brief moment of silence, while Legolas blinked in confusion.
"...Bayport? Is that of the kin of the half-elven? Or am I mistaken? I have never heard of this Bayport."
Amanda snickered and tried not to laugh, while Erica smiled. "You wouldn't know about it, but that's OK."
"Uhm, may I ask where are you going? Further into Mirkwood?" He was very puzzled. "I will accompany you if need be."
"Where ever you are going is fine." Said Erica.
Only then did Legolas realize he might have 'leach' on his hands.
A/N: Leach is really Erica's nick name, but not for this reason. And I would love to know what you think. Don't worry it will get better.
Alethea tossed in her sleep, though she normally didn't mind sleeping on a floor she was restless. Though being at Meghan's house was always fun, especially when Sarah, Amanda, Erica where there too... Alethea then tossed over once more and freaked. She was in a bed, but not hers and not any in Meghan's house. She sprang upward to sit up in her bed and looked anxiously around the room. There was a fire going and candle on a table. Outside the windows - she almost freaked out once more - was an exact replica of Bree! She sprang to her feet, but before she could reach the window to get a better look, she saw another bed with someone lying in it.
"AHHHHHH!" she screamed. Then another voice echoed it.
"AHHHHHH!"
Both voices rang together, "AHHHHHH!" The person in the bed sprang up, her hair was long and brown and she had fair skin... It was Sarah.
Sarah realized what the seen looked like "Wai...Meg? Hobbitsie?" She leaned up. "Erica...? Amanda! ...LEATH?" her voice changed from confused too angry and scared.
"Yea?" Alethea (Leath) asked looking at Sarah with a cock-eyed expression.
"Dude...we're...in night gowns... GOWNS." She states panting heavily.
"Holy muffin shit!" she exclaimed examining her white night gown. It covered her shoulders and her entire arms, then it also went down to her ankles. It was also trimmed a bit with lace. "OK what type of a perv would steel us from Meghan's house and dress us up like this, AND put us in the scenery of Bree?" she looked around and caught her own image in a mirror. Her blonde hair was longer then it had been she had fallen asleep (but she wanted her hair that long once again), and that she was not wearing her peace sign necklace. Her blue eyes that faded to white around the pupil glanced around the room.
"Like I'd know!" said Sarah pushing of the covers to examine her gown. "This would not have been my first choice in clothes... it's white!" she whimpered a bit.
Then there was a knock at the door, and they jumped. "Misses?" called a voice, "I heard a scream - or three - and I wanted to know if you had needed help?"
"Uhm, we're uhm... OK." Said Alethea shifting her eyes as if the man who owned the voice could see her.
"OK?" he muttered. "Strange speech you speak. What does 'OK' mean?" Asked the voice.
"It means we're fine and go away!" said Sarah not knowing what else to say.
"Sorry, Misses." He said and then there was a sound of scurrying outside the door.
Alethea then peered out the window. "I wonder where the others are." She then had a strange thought... "Do you think, that maybe, that Meg is in Hobbition? Seeing as I thought Bree would be cool seeing as I always RP there on the RPG site I we to. Then Erica and Amanda in Mirkwood, because Legolas is there for Erica and Amanda wants to see it because she thinks it'd look cool? I mean, I don't know."
"Could be so..." Said Sarah looking around the room making sure there was nothing they had over looked. "Hey, those chairs by the fire, they have clothes and bags on them. Maybe those are ours?" She sprang up and darted for something new to change into. At the chair in front of her bed were clothes of a woman traveler: There was a dark-gray tunic and cloak to match, a loose creamy white turtleneck, and a leather hilt dagger. "Just exactly what I would have wanted." She said as she reached for paper and pen on the table. (She also picked up an ink-pad)
Alethea looks at the foot of her bed and spots a dark green tunic a navy blue cloak and sleeved shirt. She also saw a two-handed bastard sword and she took it and it's sheath and put it in her belt. She also picked up a pocket mirror. "Hey, my dungeons and dragons' characters always find these useful." She looked once more around the room. "Those packs must be for us, or ours. Who knows?"
"I don't think we should leave right away," said Sarah, "we don't know even know what's going on. Besides where would we go?"
"Uh..." Alethea paused, "Muffin! I don't know where. Hey I wonder how old I have to be to be able to drink...."
"That would not be intelligent." Said Sarah.
"Shhhh... no one knows that." Said Alethea with shifty eyes.
"Yea, right, whatever. But we must really figure out what we are doing here."
"Not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all..."
"No shit, but we really must not argue about this." Said Sarah.
They changed into the clothes and were happy to get out of the nightgowns. They decided it might be best to take their weapons with them, just in case. Alethea looked at herself in the mirror. "Hey! I could pass for 19 maybe. Though normally people say I look 16, but not in these clothes. They well never notice we are 14."
"So?" asked Sarah
"I don't know but it's cool!"
"You do know, that in serious situations you are quite dumb?"
"Nope, just in denial!" said Alethea with a smile.
Sarah rolled her eyes and peered out the doors. "I think we go left." She said stepping out of the doorway. "There is more noise that way."
They stumbled out into the hall and walked towards the noise.
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Meghan pulls her blankets over her head as the sun began to shine through the window. She felt someone tap her,
"Uhm, Mr. Frodo?"
"Alethea.. get the hell away from me." There was a stunned silence for a few moments and Meghan resolved that Alethea or Amanda, or whoever decided to wake her up before the appropriate time (at least 12:00pm) had gone back to sleep.
"Miss?" It was definitely a man's voice, with a small British accent. Meghan decided that this time she was asleep again and dreaming. She ignored whoever it was and pulled her strawberry blond hair from her face, and pushed her hair from her face. There was shuffled footsteps that apparently left the room and came back a few minutes later, except this time with another pair of footsteps with it.
"Excuse me, what are you doing in my house?" Meghan's green eyes shot open. She rolled over and came face to face with two men. She was stunned speechless. Until....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She fell backwards out of bed. And crawled backwards to the wall. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?"
They looked stunned. Almost as much as she did. She looked down, she was wearing a nightgown, lacy, low cut and it had puffy sleeves. (You know like the old fashions ones.) Then she looked around. Round circular windows, circular doors, and everything old and oldish.
She looked up, one of the two men- the one that was first there, had sandy brown hair, hazel-brown eyes, and was plump. She looked to the other. He had dark hair, violent blue eyes, and was thin and willowy. She blinked. They had hairy feet. They were hobbits Frodo and Sam. She looked down and lifted the hem of her dress slightly, and looked down at her feet which were covered in fine reddish hair. She looked up at them and passed out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas walked through the woods or Mirkwood, when he heard a rustle in the leaves. He moved silently over the fallen leaves and saw two elven maidens lying on the ground in travelers cloths.
One of the woman stirred and saw a shadow loom over her. She then made a swipe to hit it, in self-defense. It was a move done with great agility but Legolas caught her arm. The woman turned over and look like a teenager with long dark blond hair. She then gawked at him. She reached back and tapped her friend.
"Amanda... Amanda! It's the hottness!" She pocked her friend once more.
The second figure stirred and looked around with her brown eyes, "Erica, you weirdo, we must be dreaming or something, go back to sleep." Apparently it was Amanda, and her brown hair dangled around her as she laid back down to sleep.
Legolas who was curious about the word 'hottness' looked at the girl gawking at him.
"He's holding my arm..." said Erica locking her eyes onto his.
"Yes, m'lady, I am. I shall let go if you would like me too." Legolas let go of her hand and Erica raised it back up.
Ehee....I don't mind...." She smiles, a blush forming.
"Well, 'tis a pleasure, m'lady...My name is Legolas-" He stops short when she starts mouthing 'Greenleaf'. "--Greenleaf... have you heard of me?"
"Yeah, kind-a." she said with a smile.
"May I ask who you and your companion are?" asked Legolas looking at the girl gawking and at her friend sleeping.
"Oh, I am Erica the supreme elven warrior of Bayport... oh, and she is Amanda of Bayport."
"What?" Amanda asked only being half-coherent. She then sat up and looked at Erica and burst out laughing.
"Nothing... what, what's so funny?" asked Erica glaring back at Amanda with her 'death stair."
"You're," she cackled uncontrollably, "wearing a dress!"
Legolas look puzzled at this statement but right after that even confused him more.
"WHAT?!?!" She jumped up onto her feet examining her woman's traveling clothes. "But, ha! You're wearing one too." Erica started pulling at the fabric as if it were infected.
"Crud." She simply said. "So this is the hottness?"
Erica just smiled.
There followed a brief moment of silence, while Legolas blinked in confusion.
"...Bayport? Is that of the kin of the half-elven? Or am I mistaken? I have never heard of this Bayport."
Amanda snickered and tried not to laugh, while Erica smiled. "You wouldn't know about it, but that's OK."
"Uhm, may I ask where are you going? Further into Mirkwood?" He was very puzzled. "I will accompany you if need be."
"Where ever you are going is fine." Said Erica.
Only then did Legolas realize he might have 'leach' on his hands.
A/N: Leach is really Erica's nick name, but not for this reason. And I would love to know what you think. Don't worry it will get better.