Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas, Minas Tirith or any other LOTR person, place, thing, or idea that is used within the body of this fic. This was written for fun, and to blow off doing AP Lit work. It's not meant to be considered a serious Fanfic. Note the category of parody. Everything except the troop of 'fangirls' belongs to the estate of JRR Tolkien.
When Fangirls Attack!
Part Two: Documentaries, AKA what can happen when your parents are scientists
The credits continued to pop up on poster-board, until finally one said "And now for our Feature presentation!"
The poster board was lowered, only to reveal Samantha's basement staircase. Whoever was holding the camera must have forgotten to turn the thing off, considering that the following second, the image pitched downward to give a lovely view of the floor and the cameraperson's feet. The camera wobbled uncontrollably, though it really didn't matter considering the floor was a uniform lime carpet, courtesy of the previous owners of the house.
"Man, this is wicked cool. Where did you get this stuff?" A voice from off camera whispered.
"My parents are scientists. Duh. You knew that." The voice was Samantha's.
"Yeah, but don't they have a lab for this type stuff?" The first voice again.
"Sure, but this is the stuff that's broken."
"So, what good is it?" A third voice piped in.
"Well, when I say broken, I don't mean BROKEN, I mean functional, but not for what it should be. All this stuff does something. We've got a neat plasma cutter thing that makes great potato chips."
"What drugs are you on? And where the hell can I get some!?"
"I swear it's true. Normally, I can't get down here, but I figured out the lock last week. I give it two weeks before my 'rent's figure it out. For scientists they're really not all that intelligent."
"So what are we looking for, anyhow?" the disbelief in the voice was obvious.
"Over here. And turn the camera back on."
The camera was hoisted upwards, and the room came into view. The walls were lined with boxes full of stuff; there was no other word to describe it. One box simply held a metallic box that began buzzing at random intervals as the girls walked around the room. Another held a bunch of pointy things that Monique would have bet her life would do some physical damage.
"Here it is! Come on!" Samantha shouted from the corner of her basement.
The camera turned and there Samantha was standing by an over-sized rectangle of white metal. She was moving boxes away from the rectangle. A short blondish girl ignored Samantha to go poke the rectangle. It wobbled dangerously.
"Erin, be careful! This thing is easy to tip over." Samantha's statement was almost scolding in tone.
"Sorry! Not like I knew that…"
"True."
A dark haired girl came forward to look at the rectangle. She didn't touch it, or even get all that close to it. "What does it do?"
The camera wobbled again, and another blond entered the picture. She must have been the camera girl. "Yeah, what DOES this do?"
"Well, Emily, It's an adjustable wormhole. You can go just about anywhere. To the galaxy far, far away, or to Japan, or even to Middle-Earth."
"Yeah right, Sam. Do you think we're stupid?" This comment came from the camera girl.
"I'm completely serious, Sierra. Wanna see?"
"Heck yes!"
Samantha meddled with the side of the rectangle, carefully. She stepped away from the side of the rectangle, and a portal appeared. It was difficult to see, since it wasn't colored, but the wall behind the rectangle was distorted.
"Who wants to go first?" Samantha asked.
"Why don't you go first, Sam?" The camera girl offered. The other two nodded.
"Alright. Don't forget the camera."
Samantha stepped into the rectangle and disappeared. The other girls stared after her with flabbergasted looks, and one by one followed her through the rectangle.