This is by Coaltrain, in association with Psalm 136!
Disclaimer: This is for the FULL story. We own nothing, except the idea. No one has done a Bill&Ted/Lotr crossover. It is most excellent.
Bill and Ted jammed in the former's garage. Ted even tried to flip his guitar around his body, but only succeeded in hitting himself with it. He chortled as they finished their jamming session and put their guitars on the excellent stands. Bill picked up a small stack of paper and brought it over to Ted.
"Okay, Ted. I've got some lyrics, but they have to be most excellent if our band is going to work." The stoner-looking teen said, showing his taller friend the lyrics.
Ted examined them and grinned stupidly at Bill. "They are most excellent." They looked at each other for a second before playing air guitars.
"I know!" Bill grinned and they left the garage.
It was a sunny day, as it always was during the summer in San Dimas. They walked towards the Circle K. Usually, they would have to worry about Deacon following them and being annoying. But Deacon was at summer camp, probably fishing and doing all things most bogus.
"Did you get in contact with Eddie Van Halen yet?" Ted asked, holding the door for Bill.
Bill shook his head in an almost discouraged way. "No, not yet. I called them, and even sent a letter. And that was two weeks ago! I sent our VIDEO!" He sighed. "It is most non-triumphant."
Ted sighed and picked out his favorite foods. They walked to the counter and paid for their snacks and took a seat outside. The dark haired teen nearly tripped on his unlaced shoes, laughing anyway. They were both airheaded, so it didn't matter to them. All that mattered was the next year in high school. Senior year. It would be most excellent insert air guitar.
"I'm bored Bill."
"Me too, Ted."
"We should do something."
"Yeah."
"But what?"
"I don't know, Ted."
They both shrugged and continued to eat.
It was quiet for a few minutes, before thunder seemed to rumble, but there were no clouds in the sky. Lights flashed, zaps came and then a phone booth landed on the ground. Bill and Ted stared, their eyes wide.
"Whoa." They said together.
The door opened to reveal a man in his middle age, dressed in a brown trench coat and silver sunglasses with dark lenses. He pulled his shades off and tucked them into his pockets, observing the now standing Bill and Ted.
"Hello gentlemen. I'm here with a request."
"RUFUS!"