Chapter Three: A Surprise

:Two and a half weeks later:

"And what an amazing evening it is tonight!" A reporters voice called from across the crowd that stood in front of the theater. "People from around the world have been waiting for this moment: the World Premier of Peter Jackson's The Return of the King…."

Sam turned her focus onto something else, excitement flowing through her as she stood there in a new outfit that she had bought just for this occasion. Fred stood next to her, watching the crowd and all of the people hurrying around him. But Sam was too hyper to just stand there and watch things happen. She was about to turn around and see what was happening behind her when she felt someone shove her.

"Hey!" she said, her American accent very distinguishable in all of the New Zealand ones. (((They're like English accent's, really)))

"Apologies, mate." A tall, blonde haired boy said. "My friend here pushed me."

"I did not!" a dark haired boy argued back. "I got pushed by someone else!"

"I'm Leo, by the way." The blonde said, sticking out his hand. "And this is Daniel, though he usually goes by his last name."

"Strider." Daniel said, sticking out his hand as well. "We're from the South Island."

"So you're from here!" Fred said suddenly, spinning around.

"Yeah." Strider said. "And you two must be from the States."

"We are." Sam admitted. "I'm Sam Gardner, and this is my friend, Fred Bagginston"

"Nice to meet you both." Leo said, just as Strider pushed him again. "Hey, calm down, man!"

"I told you, it's not me who's shoving!" Strider cried.

"Sorry!" a strange accent said. "My cousin's a bit excited."

"Am not!" another strange voice replied. "I just can't wait."

"Okay, impatient then." The first one said. A young boy popped out from behind Strider, rolling his eyes. "I'm Matthew, by the way, but my friends call me Merry. This is my cousin, Hailey. We came from Scotland."

"Hiya!" Hailey chirped excitedly. "We get to see the Premier! Can you believe it?"

"She's a big fan of Lord of the Rings." Merry said with a laugh.

"Aren't we all?" asked yet another voice.

"Wow, how many people are here?" Fred said, shoving a hand in his jeans' pocket. He had kept his uncle's birthday present there ever since he had received it. For some reason, he couldn't bear to leave it behind in California.

"Nine of us, by the looks of things." The voice said, and a girl and two guys came out from behind the Scottish people. "We came from England, though."

"England?" Sam said, eyes wide. "That's cool!"

The girl smiled. "Thanks. My name's Ginny White."

"Mine's Beau Romir." One of the guys – a light, brown haired one, who was tall and had smiling eyes – said.

"And I'm John Gloinson." The other said, bowing slightly.

"Ever the monkey, that one." Beau said with a laugh.

"I am not a monkey!" John argued, his accent thick with annoyance.

"I advise you never to fly a twenty hour flight with these two on either side of you." Ginny said with a roll of her eyes, the green orbs shining with laughter.

"I can see that." Sam agreed. "I'm Sam, and this is Fred. We came from California."

"Ah, I knew you were Americans!" Beau said happily. "That's ten quid off you, John."

Grumbling, the other boy reluctantly pulled out his wallet and fished around, pulling out an orangish colored bill.

"And the doors are opening!" Another reporter cried. The nine newly met friends looked up to see that the man spoke the truth.

"Oh my God, Merry!" Hailey squealed, squeezing her cousin's arm tight. "They're opening! They're opening!"

"I can see that, Hailey." Merry said calmly, leading her into the theater. "Now if you don't calm down, they'll end up kicking us out in the middle of all the good parts!"

"Oh, hey!" Strider whispered to Leo as he watched the screen. "I remember this part!"

"Yeah!" Hailey, who was on Strider's other side, hissed excitedly. "Isn't this awesome?"

The nine kids watched, their eyes focused on the screen as the Ring bearers neared the Secret Stair. Fred's hand was unconsciously wrapped around the ring in his pocket, his thoughts intent on the movie and Sam, who was squirming happily in her seat.

Merry was trying desperately to quiet Hailey, who kept squealing when she recognized a line or even a word from the book. "You are most definitely going to get us kicked out of this theater, by one of the actors themselves!"

"Really?" Hailey said hopefully.

On the Scottish girl's other side, Ginny was once again stuck between John and Beau, who were laughing about something Gollum said that got twisted up in their sick and perverted minds.

"He said 'What's it doing?'!" John laughed.

"Quiet, you two!" Ginny hissed, her eyes blazing in the glare from the screen. "The others are trying to pay attention!"

"They don't care!" Beau argued.

"They probably do." Ginny countered. "Just watch. Something important will happen in this, and you'll wish that you were paying attention."

"They're calling me!" Frodo gasped as he tried to pull away from Sam and Gollum to head down the bridge that would lead him past the Watchers and into Minas Morgul. But suddenly, bright blue forks of flame erupted from the dead city, shooting up into the sky.

And at the same time, all nine of the kids sitting in the theater gasped as they were enveloped in a soft, blue glow. By the time the light faded away, they all realized they were sitting on a cliff, staring at a city in a valley below, covered in mist and fog.

"Bloody hell!" John gasped. "Where are we?"

ahahahaha! Yeah, that was a cliffie! Although I'm sure that a lot of you could figure out where they are…well, seminar's about to end, and I hafta go to drama next. So I do apologize for short chappies! R&R guys!

PHE