Author's Note:
Hey, this is ogreatrandom, and thank you for reading my/enigmairl2727 's story. I want to let everyone know that I did not know that this story was being posted until I saw it online. Bit of a surprise. Don't worry, I'm not mad, I thought it was funny. Anyway I'm posting the second chapter just so I can say hello to everyone.
And I'd really like to give a big thanks to destinyheart15 for their very kind review. Anyway on with the story.
Chapter #2
It was exactly an hour later when I saw more white light, this time it looked like a doorway had opened. Out of the door stumbled a ragged and grimy man. He looked around wildly.
"Where is Arwen?"
"Uhh," I answered, "I have no idea. I don't even know who you're talking about." He just stared and then turned and began to walk away.
"I can not live without her," he explained, "so I am going to find an enemy that I can face that will result in my death."
"I'm sorry I can't let you get yourself killed."
"But I must" he said with a wild look in his eyes, "there is no other way." He was headed towards the door leading outside. If he walked in the opposite direction he would walk into an empty room.
"Well there are all powerful enemies in there," I pointed into the empty room, "I don't think anyone can beat them. There are too many and they are too powerful." He ran right in and I closed the door and locked it.
At that moment another flash of light revealed another doorway. This time a woman stumbled out.
"Where is my Aragorn?" Oh God not again. "I cannot live without him. I must give up my life in sorrow." I opened the room where I had trapped the guy.
"He's in here," I said, "don't kill yourself." She ran in and I closed the door again. I saw the doorway of white light appear again.
What else could happen?
I am such an idiot. I smacked my head with my hand. Whenever anyone thinks that something worse does happen. Arg!
At that second yet another doorway opened and a man came out. He was sweaty and bloody. When he saw me he rushed over and grabbed my shoulders.
"Do you know my name?"
"No," I answered slowly, "do you?"
"I want my name to live on forever!" He shouted at me wildly. "Forever! Do you understand?" I didn't have the slightest clue.
"Of course."
"If I die everyone will know my name. That's the best way to achieve immortality."
"No," I said quickly, "that's a very bad idea. How about this?" I pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of my purse and thrust them at the man. "Write your name on this. That way when people read it they'll know your name."
The dreaded doorway of light opened again. This time a girl in a ragged outfit stumbled out she had a floppy over-sized hat on.
"Will he love me?" She asked pointing at the man. I looked over and saw him writing the name Achilles in large letters on the paper.
"No," I said, "I think he's too worried about having people remember his name."
"Nobody will ever love me!" She shrieked in a panicked voice. "Quick, I must find a way to die so he will be sad I'm dieing."
"Don't do that," I snapped at her, "remember death is bad. Very bad. Quite unpleasant." I must have been boring the girl however because just then she started to sing in a slightly nasal and very whiney voice. It was 'On My Own'. I guess that gave me a pretty good idea as to who this was. It was Eponine.
I was trying to get Eponine to shut up when the evil light appeared again. This time an old man with long grey hair came out. He was wearing heavy robs and had a wild look in his eyes.
"My line has ended!" He shouted. "I will burn like the heathen kings of old." He turned and rushed at me. "Bring me wood and oil." This would be Denethor the insane steward of Gondor.
"Umm," I said making sure my voice still worked, "if you can get that girl to be quiet without hurting her I'll show you where we keep the wood and oil."
Show being the key word in that sentence. Show not give. It may not have been the best solution but it kept creepy wild Denethor away from me. Just in time to greet the next guest. What happy joy.
So happy I felt like sobbing.
The next door revealed a man holding a giant red flag. He started running around the room waving the flag. Singing. I felt like banging my head into a wall. He came over to me after circling the room five times.
"Will you join me in a fight to the death to protest the poverty of the poor." But he said it in a singing voice.
"There will be no dieing for the poor." I said grabbing the flag from the man who I was guessing was Enjoras. "Why don't you go ask all these people for money to give to the poor?"
I didn't hear his answer however because at that moment another doorway of light materialized and a boy came out. He had unkempt black hair, green eyes, round glasses, and a lighting bolt shaped scar. He surveyed the room before saying anything.
"That girl is in danger," he was pointing at Eponine, "I will save her." There was nothing I could really say. She was in trouble because I had sent Denethor after her. He was shouting and she was singing even louder. Adding Harry Potter to the mix didn't seem like the smartest idea.
"Hey," I intervened, "I have a better idea. See that man there," I pointed at Enjoras, "he wants to save the poor. Help him." Harry Potter rushed over to save the day. He almost ran right into the next doorway.
Unfortunately he wasn't transported away. Instead he ran right into a man. The man stood up quickly.
"That boy," he proclaimed, "he is running so must be fleeing from a undefeatable enemy-"
"Where?" Many voices shouted excitedly looking around interrupting the man. Then I saw another door appear.
"We will all die," The man continues to yell seeing the light, "I, Hector Prince of Troy, must die before they come! No! It is too late! They are here!"
"No," I sigh, "it's just another guest." Another suicidal insane guest. "Great." I could tell this one would be bad based on the first thing he said as he charged out of the door.
"For death!" I rolled my eyes. "We will fight until death takes us!"
"There's no reason to do that," I yelled over everyone else's cheers, "no reason to die. Repeat. No reason to die!" A new doorway was now appearing. Based on my count this person would the last to arrive. A tall man came out.
" Do you want to kill yourself," I asked with a sigh, "like everyone else here."
"No," he answered and I beamed, "I want to kill Jean-Val Jean."
"Umm," I began, "he isn't here."
"Damn I lost him," he cried, "I will have to kill myself." I smacked myself in the head. Hard. I looked around and smacked myself again.
Denethor was trying to burn Aragorn and himself to death. Arwen was trying to kill herself because she didn't want to live without Aragorn. Harry Potter had conjured a rain storm to put out the fire and Eponine was singing 'A Little Fall Of Rain'. Achilles had run out of room on his paper and was carving his name all over the wall with his sword. Enjoras and Javert were arguing over the best way to die through song. Hector and Theoden were comparing speeches before leading troops into certain death.
Author's Note:
Sorry me again, I just wanted to specify where everyone is from in case you didn't know a character.
Aragorn: Lord Of The Rings
Arwen: Lord Of The Rings
Achilles: Troy
Eponine: Les Miserables
Denethor: Lord Of The Rings
Enjoras: Les Miserables
Harry Potter: Harry Potter
Hector: Troy
Theoden: Lord Of The Rings
Javert: Les Miserables
