Disclaimer: I've only misplaced my mind, not lost it. You shouldn't sue me because: 1) if I eat enough chocolate, I'll be legally insane and 2) I only borrowed with out asking and no intention of returning, I didn't steal these characters.
Janet, Pennybright (a.k.a. Hopper, Phyllis Nodrey or Philly Cheese Steak, but if you enjoy life do NOT call her that to her face), Shelby, AJ and I were sitting in on the "ok, we have the ring, but what in Mordor do we do with it!" meeting. It's like the meeting that wouldn't ever end. Janet was paying rapt attention (or watching the elves), Pennybright was drawing something in her anime folder (now that I think of it, my ratty poetry notebook and mechanical pencil were on the side table in the Elven room), Shelby was singing what I believe was the first sorting hat song under her breath, and AJ was staring a hole in the back of Gimil's head. What was I doing? Fidgeting, humming "Ohio (Come back to Texas)" and tilting in my chair is what I was doing. Of course, the floors are very shiny and quite slippery. You can probably imagine what happened next.
THUNK! Elrond stopped speaking for a minute and every one turned around in their seats. I was still sitting in my chair, but the chair legs were no longer on the floor. My legs were where my head once was and sticking out in opposite directions. My dress was gathered at about my knees (hopefully). I didn't actually hit my head. Shock.
"Didn't you do this once in science?" asked Janet, rather blasé now that she knew I wasn't dead.
"Smooth," commented AJ.
Shelby laughed.
"You and your first impressions," muttered Pennybright as she rolled her eyes.
"And my survival is due mostly to my EVER so supportive friends."
I got a chuckle out of Gimili.
Gandalf stared at me (my feet) for a moment. "Who are you…"
"Jessica, the last of the Gehoseofats."
Legolas gave me a look. "I'm sorry, but who are the Gehoseofats?"
"Beats me. I just made it up." I got quite a few weird(er) looks. "My real life is very, very dull in comparison to all of yours. Even Sam's. At least he's the gardener of a rather influential person. I write poetry, fanfics, do homework, and baby-sit."
"Even the dullest of lives is important," said a random elf Gorifinkle or something.
"Yep, and maybe we exist only to stand as a warning to others." I brushed myself off.
Gandalf gave me a rather condescending look. "You do not seem to be happy."
"I just left my home, family, school, source of income, source of protein, and everything I know to land in a parallel universe with elves, dwarves, and wizards. And no internet and no chocolate." I sighed. "Never mind the ranting loony, no one does. I'm shutting-up now." I tried to lift my chair. "What the frig? Did you guys make this out of ironwood! Ooops, shutting-up now."
Gandalf turned to Boromir. "And you will be a part of the fellowship?"
"Yes, I will end the darkness."
"It is better to love the light than hate the darkness." I looked around for who said that. Eventually, I realized it was me. I don't know where this stuff comes from. I really don't.
Elrond smiled. "How true."
I made Elrond smile. What the heck? That was out of character. Ask the people on fanfiction! That is sooo out of character.
"And I trust you girls wish to go along?" asked Elrond.
Gandalf frowned. "No, they're too young."
"But they know something, and something tells me I should." (A/n that would be the author.)
"Hello, sitting right here!" A.J. was a bit disgruntled. Janet was excited. Pennybright?
"We can also keep them from killing each other along the way." Oh, good thinking.
"So, what do you know about the quest?"
I raised my hand, and immediately felt like a fool.
"Yes?"
I began to recite the poem from the beginning of the book.
"Three rings for the elven kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for mortal men,
Doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie,
One ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them,
One ring to take them,
And in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie."
Gandalf looked at me gravely. "I suggest we think about this."
We were nearly part of the fellowship. We decide to celebrate by skating along the hall outside our rooms in our socks. Singing. I think I heard someone(s) laugh.
Less of a cliffie. :) Hope you like it. PLEASE REVIEW! Oh, and too my reviewers:
Calliope Foster: Stitches. I hope they're straight. :P You like me, you really like me…. (on second though, that sounds creepy)
Autum92685039: The squirrels work for me. Oh, and I prefer the Bermuda Triangle. It's so mysterious.
Legolas's Girl 9: Yes, yes, I know I am.
Phyllis Nodrey-chan: Tehehehe. You write sad poems. They rock, but they're sad.
Naomii: This one's longer :)! Crazy enough for you? (You can be in my next fanfic)
Ow, I just wrote this non-stop. Ow, my poor brain.
