AN: this is my first LOTR fanfic so don't be too mean if it sucks. Please notice the changes I've made to this chapter. Not too substantial, but I think it's a lot better. I just changed everything after the first chapter to present tense and added diolougue.
The town I live in is boring. It's the truth and there's no point denying it since it's what I like best about Morgantown, WV. (AN:Yes, thats a real place) I lived here all my life and I wouldn't have it any other way. One other thing to tell you before I begin is that I'm into LOTR. Into, not obsessed with. I've read the books and seen the movies, but I don't actually own any movies. I just watch them at friends or when they're on TV. Thats all you need to know before we begin. BTW my name is Samantha. Any shorter version such as Sam or Sammy will get you killed.
It's hard to say when this story began, so I'll just start with the last normal thing that happened.
Sounds of the chicken dance floated out of my purse. My cell phone was ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey Samantha, this is Melanie. Flora and I decided to host a LotR movie marathon. You interested in coming?" "Yeah, I guess. I'll bring my Triology. Anything else?"
"Yeah, could you get the cartoon version of the Hobbit at the library? It wasn't at Blockbusters." "Sure, when is it?" "Thursday," she answered. "See you then." and hung up.
That Thursday I walked the couple of blocks to Melanie's house. We started the movies right away, beginning with The Hobbit.
"You know, this is probably the worst cartoon made." That was me
"Y'know, you can watch too much TV, and when you come to watching this kind of crap, then you've watched too much." Me again.
I continued to whine straight through the rest of the movie. Everyone tolerated me, and a few of my friends even joined in. I wasn't the only one who thought it was stupid.
By the time we reached Fellowship, everyone had lost patience with me. "Oh sure, let him get caught with the stinkin' veggies."
"Shut up. Some of us actually want to watch the movie," Veronica, the most patient person I know, snapped at me.
"Good luck with that."
"I think the ferret has had one 'pint' too many." At this point, the others decided it would be fun to play a game where they had to tackle me at random points for the rest of the day. It was a long time until the evening.
When I walked home, I found a drawstring bag made out of fabric with an orange pattern not too far from my house. In it was rolls, paper and quills, and a knife, not as in kitchen knife, but like from a pirate story. "Wow," I said out loud, "This is fancy." I figured I go home and and make a notice to post at the grocery store. I didn't think about the bag after I made the notice.
That night, when I went to bed, the only thing in my mind about Lord of the rings was that if I was in it, conversations would go a lot faster. For example, you want someone to shut up, you say "shut up" versus telling them exactly why they should and what will happen if they don't. Then I fell asleep
What happened next made absolutely no sense. I couldn't have made it happen. I awoke to bird calls, and a semi-familiar voice calling all too familiar names. Man, that is the last time I think that much about a single topic in one day. Next I'll dream that dust bunnies are attacking.
As always, I own nothing. Otherwise, why would I even bother write fan fiction?