"Er…" Elrond blinked as the two girls suddenly appeared on the balcony in the middle of the council about the One Ring…
Chapter 1:
"Anyway… The ring must be brown back into the fiery chasm– "
Elrond was cut off as Christine jumped up to interject in her most distinguished and mystical voice, "FROM WHENCE IT CAME!" Everyone turned and looked at then, eyebrows raised.
"Who ARE you!" Boromir demanded, glaring at them both. The rest of the Middle-Earthers leaned forward eagerly.
"I'm Kirsten, and she's Christine." Kirsten piped up, beaming at Aragorn. Noticing this, Aragorn edged towards Elrond, nudging him.
"Why is she staring at me with that smile?"
"I don't know, but I would stay away from her. She looks like trouble." Elrond replied, just noticing that everyone was standing and arguing. "What are they yelling about?"
"Oh, you know, dwarves don't want the elves to have the ring, the elves get defensive, Boromir wants the ring, blah, blah, blah…"
"Oh, right." Out of the corner of his eye, Elrond noticed Frodo get up, and his mouth started to form the word 'I' when an unusual thing happened. A coil notebook withlarge purple wingssmacked Frodo in the face, and one of the odd girls, Kirsten, stood up.
"I will take it… I will take the ring to Mordor, though I do not know the way!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and her voice was almost giddy. Everyone turned to look at her with an odd expression, only to be distracted by the sight of Frodo wrestling with the notebook.
"Hey, Kirsten, I'll go with you if I can 'escort' Legolas…" An evil glint was present in Christine's eyes as she spoke winking at the elf. Blanching, Legolas turned to Elrond.
"Wasn't Frodo supposed to take the ring?" He asked.
"Um… I believe he was…" Elrond turned to look at the two girls, utterly confused by the presence and behaviour. Turning to look questioningly at Gandalf, he shook his head.
Gandalf turned to glare at Christine and Kirsten. "Umm… why don't you go sit over there. And, Kirsten, right, yes, Kirsten, you DON'T get the ring."
Glowering, the two girls moved off to the side, and the notebook got up to follow them. "Hi. I'm your friendly neighborhood magical notebook. Anything you write in yours truly will happen… And I'll lose the wings." The notebook said. Utterly unperturbed by being sucked into a movie and atalking notebook, Christine pulleda pen out of her pocket and scribbled madly on the first page.
Frodo stepped up to the ring, looking very serious. "I will take it… as the only gay, purple bunny present, I will take the ring to Mordor – though I do not know the way."
Everyone just stared at him, except Kirsten and Christine who were laughing their heads off in the background. "I don't think a purple gay bunny is what we are looking for…" Legolas said, looking disturbed.
"What! Did I actually SAY that!" Aghast, Frodo collapsed back into his chair.
"Riiiiiight. Anyway. Frodo Baggins, I shall help you to carry this burden for as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf said as he moved to stand behind him.
"If by my life or death I can serve you, I will. You have my sword." Aragorn pledged as he knelt down. Immediately after, Legolas spoke.
"And my bow." At that Christine giggled.
"I'd take his bow anyway…" Kirsten turned to give her a dirty looked and focused back on the council.
"Great! Look! You made me miss Gimli!" Kirsten muttered, looking back over at her. Seeing the look on Christine's face, she growled, "don't even think about it!"
"Well, if this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done…" Christine started to giggle again.
"Geez, Christine! Would you stop that! GAHHHHHHHHH!" At this Christine only snorted and started to laugh louder.
"I'm sorry, it's just too funny! They're all serious and stuff, but there is just so much there! HAHAHAHAHAHA…"
Groaning, Kirsten once again turned back to the center of the balcony, watching as Sam came out of the bushes. "Wait, Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere with out me!"
"Of course not. You wouldn't want your lover to go anywhere without you … Mwa ha ha ha…" Christine cackled.
"Okay, that's it!" Kirsten once again tackled her and they started to grapple with each other, hair flying, nails poised and teeth bared. "You are sooooo going down!"
"Kirsten getoff! If we want to go along with them, we need to ask now!"
"Fine!"
Catching her breath, Christine shouted at fellowship-to-be, "Wait! Us too! Us too!" Bouncing up, they scrambled over to the soon-to-be fellowship.
"And why, pray tell, should we bring you!" Gimli demanded, scowling at the two.
"Ah…" Kirsten looked to Christine, who winked and said in her most mystical voice, "because we are the famed all seeing seers of… THE COUCH!" Kirsten nodded solemnly and tried to look all-knowing.
Suspicious, Elrond raised and eyebrow. "Oh really? Predict something for me then."
"Er… we predict that Aragorn is wearing Arwen's Evenstar Pendant!"
"YOU"RE WHAT!" Elrond's penetrating gaze fixed on Aragorn, a mad glint in his eye. Aragorn then in turn, fixed his own on Kirsten.
"Heh, heh, heh… sorry." Kirsten muttered looking at her bare feet, realizing that she didn't have any shoes with her, and if they went with the fellowship they would need not only shoes but clothes as well. While this revelation was taking place, Christine stepped in.
"But it's true! He is!" Everyone turned to glare at Christine, who merely waved in return."
"We will talk later Aragorn," Elrond said threateningly, "but for now I name you the fellowship of the Ring!"
Beaming, Kirsten and Christine skipped off into the building to find some cool elvish clothes.