Author's note: First let us say we are to entirly different people. I, OrlandoObsessed, am writting this piece with a friend by the name of WolfArcher.
Disclamer: We own none of the following characters... I, OrlandoObsessed, however own a Lord of the Rings Chess set! ).
Invocation: Oh muse, hear me, and use me as your fingers to type this tale.
"Check and mate, Dad you loose!"
"Now that wasn't very nice Suzie."
"Yeah I'm sorry dad."
"Dan, Suzie, if you two don't get a move on we aren't going to have time to pick Sue up before we get to the airport!"
"Coming dear," called Dan. "Suzie lets set this back up a minute, that way you don't come home to a completely trashed room." Suzie nodded and helped her dad reset the Lord of the Rings chess set that was a gift from her grandmother. When the board was set up in the proper order, Suzie picked up her bags and took one last look at her favorite poster. With a sigh she flicked off the light and bounded down the hall.
The room was still, and silent. In the middle of the room, on the table upon which the chess set was, well, set a strange breeze blew. I bet you know what happened next. Yes the chess pieces came to life, but only the ivory side or the good people "woke up". Lets run down the list shall we. Gimli, Merry, and Pippin pulled several kegs of dark ale out of thin air and began a loud drinking game. Gandalf and Frodo went off to a corner of the board to talk about the meaning of life because they're deep like that. Aragorn and Arwen… well, imagen if you can being frozen, but conscious, standing next to the love of your life… We'll leave it at that. Legolas rejected all social interaction, instead he began using the still "sleeping" orcs and other ebony figures as target practice, not that he needed it. The Sam's, all eight of them, slept on. This went on for a good while. Legolas would stop every once in a while to retrieve his arrows from between the eyes, shoulders blades and the occasional thighs of the ebony figures. Feeling satisfied after a few rounds he went off to join Gimli, Merry and Pippin.
Several minutes followed without any incident. The drinking game escalated and in the confusion Pippin slipped and fell into one of the pawn/Sam's (lets just call them the Sam's from now on). In perfect unison, the Sam's turned to face the young hobbit. "Fool of a Took," they chanted. Then they turned forward once more and promptly fell back to sleep. This stopped and sobered everyone. Even Aragorn and Arwen stopped their… er… fun to see what had happened. No one moved, except Gimli who swayed ever so slightly on his feet. Gandalf calmly walked up and down the row of a Sams. Each had the same expression on his face. Blank, unreadable, staring into oblivion.
"Creepy," whispered Merry.
"Yes," agreed Gandalf. "I don't quite understand. Pippin, since this is your discovery you may be the first to expand on it. Please tap a Sam on the shoulder." Pippin did this the ran and hind behind Merry. Gandalf nodded.
" Now Pippin if you-"
"There is no way I going to do anything to those creeps again," interrupted Pippin. "Fine, Frodo, if you would." Frodo nodded and positioned himself squarely in front of a Sam and gave him a big shove. All eight Sams sprang to life and hesitantly pounced on Frodo.
Frodo crawled from the pile of flying hobbit arms, bruised and confused.
"What happened?" asked Frodo, rather dazed.
"I'm not quite sure," responded Gandalf. The Sams untangled themselves and went back to their squares.
"Sams are one," sighed the Sams falling back to sleep.
