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Chapter three
Settling down
"Kisha, what in the blazes is going on? I went into the dining hall and there sat every Tolkien character I could think of! So then I accidentally insulted Morgoth and Fëanor and now they're trying to kill me!" Gwen explained as they ran.
"Well it appears that a bunch of Tolkien characters have taken the place of the camp councillors some how. I managed to get them all into the dining hall and I talked to them. It appears that before they were transported here they saw the Northern Lights above them," Kisha explained.
The two ran into the councillor dorm and they ran down to Gwen's room. Gwen locked the door behind them but she didn't think it would do any good. She stood with her back to the door panting.
"What's going on?" Gwen asked again.
"I told you, they've taken the place of the other councillors. Somehow the Northern Lights brought them here and took our staff away," Kisha explained. She was starting to get annoyed with the constant badgering of questions that Kisha didn't even know how to answer.
Gwen looked at her confused.
"Northern Lights? What are you talking about?"
"The Northern Lights were visible around one in the afternoon today! I was driving back into camp when I heard it on the radio," Kisha answered. Her mind then clicked like two wires touching and making light in a light bulb.
"Wait, why didn't you disappear?"
"I went into town to buy Blind Guardian's new single," Gwen replied sheepishly.
Kisha rolled her eyes.
"I should have known, though I guess you might be the first person in the history of Earth to claim that Blind Guardian saved you from going to Middle-Earth."
"Do you really think the other councillors are in Middle-Earth?" Gwen asked.
Kisha nodded.
"Oh most certainly, if the Tolkien characters are here then it would make logical sense that they are over there," Kisha explained.
"You always look for the logical in everything," Gwen replied.
"Well at least I'm trying to figure out what's going on here. Unlike you, who already has Morgoth and Fëanor trying to kill you," Kisha said.
They heard a pounding on the door behind them. Kisha swore.
"Great, what are we going to do now? We have no councillors, the camp is overrun by Tolkien characters, and Morgoth and Fëanor are trying to kill you!"
"Us, they're trying to kill us. You gave them the fake Silmarils you know," Gwen said.
Kisha rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Whatever."
The pounding continued on the door. Kisha began to look pretty damned afraid and Gwen started to realise that Tolkien characters were actually at Camp Glingal.
"How many of them are there?" Gwen asked.
Kisha pulled out a list.
"While they were settled in the dining hall I took down everyone's name. It appears that we have every member of the fellowship, the Nine Nazgul, Fëanor, his sons, Amarië, Amroth, Anborn, Araglas, Aragorn I, Arathorn II, Arwen, Balin, Beren, Bifur, Bilbo Baggins, Bofur, Bregolas, Bucca of the March, Celeborn, Celebrian, Celebrimbor, Déagol, Denethor, Dior, Dori, Dwalin, Eärendil, Elanor Gamgee, Elendil, Elladan, Elrohir, Elrond, Elros, Eomer, Eowyn, Fangorn, Faramir, Fili, Fingon, Finrod, Galadriel, Gil-Galad, Gilrean, Gloin, Goldberry, Gollum, Grima, Haldir, Ilmarë, Kili, Lúthien, Morgoth, Nerdanel, Nimrodel, Oin, Ori, Ar-Pharazôn, Robin Gamgee, Rosie Gamgee, Rose Gamgee, Saruman, Sauron, Shelob, Théoden, Théodred, Thorin, Thuringwethil and Tom Bombadil."
"Who are some of these people, beings…things?" asked Gwen. She knew names like Morgoth and Bilbo Baggins but she had never heard of some named Araglas, Bregolas, and Thuringwethil to name a few.
Kisha shrugged.
"I don't know. I was looking them up in my Tolkien encyclopaedia when Aragorn ran through the halls shouting my name," Kisha answered.
"Yeah about that, how come they speak English? I thought they spoke Elvish, Westron, the black speech, and what ever other language is spoken in Middle-Earth," Gwen said.
Kisha shrugged again.
"Yeah, they're confused about that too. It seems they all can speak English even though some of them never even knew half of the language of Westron," Kisha answered.
The door started to cave in.
"Let me at them! Liars! This is not a Silmaril!" shouted Fëanor. His fists pounded sharply against the door.
"Not if I get to them first! They lied to me to! Sauron, go around back and break in through the window!" Morgoth commanded. He pushed Fëanor away from the door and tried to break it down.
"Yes sir," Sauron answered.
Sauron turned and walked down the hall. On his way he passed by Frodo. His lust for his One Ring almost made him stop his command from his master and steal back his ring. Almost. It never was really wise to not do something Morgoth asked. Sauron had learned that the hard way one dark and dreary day in Angband. He shuddered and left the dorm room and turned around the back. To everyone else he was out of sight and out of mind. They had forgotten that he was headed to the window of the room the girls were in. The commotion at the dorm room had gotten everyone's attention and they forgot about Sauron.
Back at the dorm room the girls were pleading for their lives.
"Listen, it was just a joke! Don't you get it! Ha-ha! Funny right? You're not really going to hurt us are you?" Kisha pleaded inside the room.
"Of course we are; we're going to kill you!" Morgoth screamed.
"You wouldn't want to hurt the ones who know how you got here would you?" Gwen asked. The two began barricading the door with their bodies.
"Gwen what are you doing?" Kisha whispered.
"I'm trying to buy us time. Maybe we can sneak out through the window?" Gwen suggested.
Kisha shook her head.
"It won't work, they'll be in the room before one of us can even leave the room," Kisha replied.
"Damnit!"
The banging on the door ceased.
"You know how we got here?" Fëanor asked.
"Yes I do," Gwen answered.
"Do you know how to send us back?" another voice asked.
"We don't know that," Kisha answered.
"Well then you're no use to us!" Morgoth replied. He began banging on the door again.
The door opened a crack. They heard a sound from behind them. Sauron was breaking through the window. Kisha screamed and picked up one of Gwen's shoes and threw it at him.
"Hey! Those are forty dollar shoes!" Gwen complained.
"Yeah, and you plan to wear them for your funeral?"
"Good point," Gwen answered and picked up the other shoe. She threw it and hit Sauron in the head.
"Nice shot," Kisha commented.
"Thanks, it's those archery lessons from Jack that are starting to pay off," Gwen replied with a smile.
Sauron started climbing into the room. He pulled himself through the window and stood up. Kisha and Gwen began throwing other objects from Gwen's room at him. They threw a volleyball, another pair of shoes, and a replica of the One Ring. Gwen had hoped that it would distract him but it did not. Running out of things to throw, the two girls froze in front of the door. He advanced on Kisha and Gwen and was about to strangle the two of them when he spotted a picture on the wall next to Gwen. It was a picture of Sauron. He turned around and saw a doll like object of him next to the bed. The blanket on the bed also had a picture of him on it. He walked over to the bed and picked up the doll. His finger accidentally brushed across the back and the doll spoke.
"You cannot hide, I see you!" it said.
Sauron shrieked and dropped the doll on the bed.
"What in the blazes is going on in there Sauron? Let us in!" Morgoth yelled.
"Why did you scream like a girl? Surly they're no match for you!" Fëanor yelled through the door sarcastically.
Sauron ignored them and picked the doll back up and stuck it on the shelf next to the bed.
"Whose room is this?" Sauron demanded.
"M-m-mine," Gwen said. She just managed to stumble out the words. She noticed that he did look very tall and menacing. All she could think of was the Monty Python sequence in The Quest for the Holy Grail. In said scene, Tim the enchanter leads King Arthur and his knights to the cave where he tells them there is a terrible monster. When they find out that it is only a rabbit one of the knights said, 'I'm gone and soiled my armour I did.' Well let's just say Gwen about wet her pants. Her knees started to shake at his presence.
"Do you worship me?" Sauron asked.
Not knowing what else to say she nodded in reply. She could feel the sweat pouring down her face.
Maybe they won't kill us. Gwen thought.
Morgoth and Fëanor finally succeeded in breaking down the door. Fëanor had his sword drawn and Morgoth stood ready to kill. Sauron stepped in front of the two women.
"You can't kill them," he said.
Morgoth's eyes blazed. The heat of his body seemed to intensify past human capability.
"What did you say to me you insolent worm?" Morgoth seemed as if he was going to explode. He did not go on a chase of two women and knock down a door to be told by his servant that he couldn't kill said prey.
Sauron held his ground.
"I said you can't kill them."
"And why is that?" Morgoth asked icily.
"They worship me, well at least one of them does," Sauron replied.
Morgoth looked around the room and saw the blanket, poster and the doll. His face changed from anger to amusement. He laughed darkly.
"They've made a doll that looks like you? How rich!" Morgoth exclaimed.
Behind him, Fëanor also began to laugh. The laughter carried down the hallway and it brought in the rest of the Tolkien characters to see what had plagued the Dark Lord and Fëanor. Sauron started to get angry.
"Well at least they worship me and not you!" he exclaimed.
Morgoth's laughter stopped. He eyed the two women.
"Is it true that you worship him?" he asked.
Gwen and Kisha nodded.
"In a way; yes." Gwen answered.
"You worship evil? Die!" shrieked Fëanor. He pulled out his sword and made an attempt to cut Gwen but Morgoth picked him up by the scruff of his neck and set him outside of the room.
"Do you worship Morgoth?" Sauron asked.
"Yes," Kisha answered and then added, "kind of."
Morgoth sighed.
"Well I guess I won't be killing you then," he replied. He turned his attention to Fëanor who was standing in the hallway.
"You try and kill them and I'll kill you and all seven of your sons oh and your wife too," Morgoth threatened.
Fëanor rolled his eyes.
"What-ever."
"I'm warning you…"
"I already said what-ever," Fëanor stated.
Gwen and Kisha stared at each other and almost started laughing. But the threat of being killed by a Dark Lord can always take the laughter out of you. Even if the said Dark Lord and Fëanor were in the middle of a what-ever argument, you still wouldn't want to laugh for fear of decapitation.
While they continued to argue Kisha realised that it was now seven o'clock at night and the camp opened tomorrow at one in the afternoon. She then had a thought.
"Hey, do you think you could get everyone into the dining hall for me?" Kisha asked sweetly.
Morgoth shrugged.
"Why not," he replied. He left the room and walked down the hall. The next thing they heard was his shouting from the middle of the camp.
"EVERYONE GET INTO THE DINING HALL IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES OR ELSE I'LL TURN YOU ALL INTO ORCS!"
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Five minutes later the dining hall was full of Tolkien characters.