The Chronicles of Biggs, Chapter 3
LOTR Gone Wrong
(The following is based on a dream that I, Meredith Bigatel AKA Biggs had one night. It is told in first person point of view.)
I remember it like it was yesterday…ok well not really. That whole encounter is kind of a blur to me. I remember Legolas was missing, and it was Gimli, Aragorn, and my job to find him.
So the three of us set off in our purple convertible in search of the elf. We finally came to an odd looking little island. Gimli parked the car and we climbed out, Aragorn behind us. An arrow shot by, and we spun around to see Aragorn with an arrow in his chest. Gimli and I gasped, as we spun back around to see who had shot it.
It was Legolas, standing there as the wind blew his perfect, long, blond hair back. He stood with a shocked look on his face.
"Why'd ya do that!" I yelled at him.
"I-I'm sorry. I thought he was an orc…" Legolas said, sounding guilty. We rushed over to Aragorn, to find that he was dead.
"Good job, Legolas! You killed the king of Gondor!" I yelled.
"I didn't…mean to," Legolas said. I rolled my eyes. Gimli kneeled on the ground next to him, looking disgruntled and sad.
"Well…we can't just leave him here," Gimli said, speaking at last.
"We'll have to take him with us," I said. Gimli walked over to the car and tossed me a pink and black duffel back, identical to the one that had our supplies in it.
"Just shove him in there," Gimli said. I shrugged, and proceeded to stuff Aragorn in the bag. After we zipped it up, we tossed him under the car seat and drove off again.
As we drove, we heard sirens behind us. I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see a cop car waving at us to pull over. I hesitantly pulled the car over and parked it. The cop approached us.
"We're gonna need to check your bags," he said. Pippin, who had suddenly appeared in the passenger seat, gave the cop a hesitant look, and handed over the bag that had our supplies in it.
"All of them," the cop added. Pippin grimaced, and proceeded to pass him the bag that held Aragorn's body.
The cop's walkie-talkie beeped, and he answered it.
"You just wait right here, I've got two Galadriel's trying to kill each other…this is urgent, don't move," the cop said as he rushed back to his car, and sped off in the opposite direction. We decided to get away, and we drove back to Rohan, which resembled my middle school.
We reached Rohan, and noticed that everyone was standing outside, looking awfully upset. We sighed; they already knew that Legolas had accidentally killed Aragorn.
The rest of that night is a blur to me. All I remember is constantly walking past King Theoden, saying hello.
THE END