Dropped Into Where???
Disclaimer: I, Silver_Draega, own nothing and no one created by Tolkien or New Line Cinema (no matter how much I wish I did!).
Chapter 1: What Just Happened?
My friend Cassy and I were at my house watching movies and playing with my cat, nothing unusual for a weekend. We were (as usual) trying to decide if we wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, Hidalgo or Lord of the Rings. We decided to watch all 3 special extended LotR's. 11.5 hours of straight Lord of the Rings. Fun!
I got and put the 1st DVD of Fellowship of the Ring in the player. About ½ way through The Two Towers, we decided that we needed to stretch. I looked out the glass doors, and saw my younger brother practicing swinging his aluminum baseball bat. I winced. I personally wouldn't want to get whomped in the head with that thing. Instead of getting batted at, we went out onto the front porch. We both grabbed our "staffs" and set to whacking each other. Eventually, we made it down the cement steps and onto the overgrown lawn. Wait. Overgrown? Dad just mowed it yesterday!
I stopped whacking Cassy and looked around. We were standing on a cliff- like thing. It wasn't part of the planes ahead of and behind us, but it also wasn't also wasn't anything like the cliffs ranging on either side of us. Not my front yard.
I pointed this out to her, and she snorted. "I don't think we're in California anymore, Emma," she joked.
"You know what, I have to agree with you for once. Just once though. But moving on, do you have any idea of what just happened?" I asked. "It looks like we landed in Rohan."
"Then where's the Rohan music?" she scoffed.
"You dolt! If we're actually in Rohan, there won't be any music!" I exclaimed. "On a more serious note, we need to find a village of some sort, because I don't like sleeping in jeans, even these ones." I looked down expecting to see my old, beat-up blue jeans and JMSG hooded sweatshirt. But what I saw made me scream, something I almost never do.
I was wearing a dress, a plain tan and chestnut dress. I looked at Cassy, and started to laugh. The ashen gray of her dress made her skin corpse-like in the mid afternoon sun. She turned to look at me and completely cracked.
"Okay, that rules out sleeping in jeans. But still. We need to know where we are."
"True true," she murmured. "Still got your staff?"
"Yep," I replied, looking at the carved horse head on top.
"Food? Weapons?"
"No, I thought we going to the front yard, not to Rohan! And then yes, if you count staffs."
"Okay, okay!"
I sighed and glanced at the sky. "C'mon, at best we've only got a few hours before dark."
"Yes ma'am. Which way?"
I pondered before saying "Shut up, and south."
"South?" she asked, obviously confused.
"Don't ask, but don't forget that a 'very wise hobbit'* once said The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm, so let's just go."
Looking around at our surroundings once more, we headed south.
* Sorry, I didn't make up that line, but I don't remember where it's from. Read and review!
Disclaimer: I, Silver_Draega, own nothing and no one created by Tolkien or New Line Cinema (no matter how much I wish I did!).
Chapter 1: What Just Happened?
My friend Cassy and I were at my house watching movies and playing with my cat, nothing unusual for a weekend. We were (as usual) trying to decide if we wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, Hidalgo or Lord of the Rings. We decided to watch all 3 special extended LotR's. 11.5 hours of straight Lord of the Rings. Fun!
I got and put the 1st DVD of Fellowship of the Ring in the player. About ½ way through The Two Towers, we decided that we needed to stretch. I looked out the glass doors, and saw my younger brother practicing swinging his aluminum baseball bat. I winced. I personally wouldn't want to get whomped in the head with that thing. Instead of getting batted at, we went out onto the front porch. We both grabbed our "staffs" and set to whacking each other. Eventually, we made it down the cement steps and onto the overgrown lawn. Wait. Overgrown? Dad just mowed it yesterday!
I stopped whacking Cassy and looked around. We were standing on a cliff- like thing. It wasn't part of the planes ahead of and behind us, but it also wasn't also wasn't anything like the cliffs ranging on either side of us. Not my front yard.
I pointed this out to her, and she snorted. "I don't think we're in California anymore, Emma," she joked.
"You know what, I have to agree with you for once. Just once though. But moving on, do you have any idea of what just happened?" I asked. "It looks like we landed in Rohan."
"Then where's the Rohan music?" she scoffed.
"You dolt! If we're actually in Rohan, there won't be any music!" I exclaimed. "On a more serious note, we need to find a village of some sort, because I don't like sleeping in jeans, even these ones." I looked down expecting to see my old, beat-up blue jeans and JMSG hooded sweatshirt. But what I saw made me scream, something I almost never do.
I was wearing a dress, a plain tan and chestnut dress. I looked at Cassy, and started to laugh. The ashen gray of her dress made her skin corpse-like in the mid afternoon sun. She turned to look at me and completely cracked.
"Okay, that rules out sleeping in jeans. But still. We need to know where we are."
"True true," she murmured. "Still got your staff?"
"Yep," I replied, looking at the carved horse head on top.
"Food? Weapons?"
"No, I thought we going to the front yard, not to Rohan! And then yes, if you count staffs."
"Okay, okay!"
I sighed and glanced at the sky. "C'mon, at best we've only got a few hours before dark."
"Yes ma'am. Which way?"
I pondered before saying "Shut up, and south."
"South?" she asked, obviously confused.
"Don't ask, but don't forget that a 'very wise hobbit'* once said The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm, so let's just go."
Looking around at our surroundings once more, we headed south.
* Sorry, I didn't make up that line, but I don't remember where it's from. Read and review!
