1. How insanity begins...
It was a Thursday night and me, Lala, and my friend Sven were chatting via internet. It was almost 12 o´clock and tomorrow was school, but hey, who cares ?^^
Lala: So, I just made this “Were-would-you-live-in-Middle earth(ME)-test”. It was awesome! Though I had to make it 7 times until I finally got Minas Tirith…
Were would you wanna live?
Sven: Tell me, why do you girls make a test THAT often, only to get the
result you want to get? That´s mad…But I of course, would live…damn, I can´t decide……ask me later.
Lala: Ooh, don´t start with that again. You always tell me to ask you later, hoping that I´ll forget it. You boys are all the same!
Sven: *rolling eyes*
Lala: Wait a moment, telephone´s ringing…
Sven: *whistleing patiently*
Lala: Re! Guess who called me?
Sven: Who the hell is phoning you at this time??
Lala: It was Carina. She told me that she couldn´t sleep and then had this “ wonderful” dream of Orlando Bloom. *rolls eyes* Tell me, how can she dream of him when she´s sleepless?
Sven: Daydreaming of course. She´s nuts about this blooming guy; don´t ask me why.
Lala: Yeah, I don´t understand it either. I hate these fangirls: Aaaaaaahh, Legolas , I want an autogramm! Uuuh, please, could you kiss me? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase, shoot me, shoot me!! That´s mad.
Sven: Mad? It´s already pretty close to be sad.
Lala: *laughing* You´re right. Thank Valar, that I´m not like this!
Sven: Sure, of COURSE not….oh, look there, isn´t it Boromir??
Lala: Where? WHERE?? *drool*
Sven laughing: What did you say? Wasn´t it like, er…thank Valar, I´m not like this?? *grin*
Lala: Hrrmmpf. Fool of a Took. Let´s change the topic.
Sven: Hrhr. So what do you wanna talk about? The ME weather? I heard it´s kinda cloudy in the Mordor- region.
Lala: Are you asleep yet? Don´t start talking like in one of those Mary Sue stories. What next? A flash of light to hit our computers and transport us to ME? That´s sooooooooo ridicu….
But Lala never finished her sentence. A stream of light hit her computer and she lost her conscience…
Sven: Ah, there we are, finally. *grin* I don´t know how I came here, but this place looks hardly like my room…much bigger and somehow…..ME-iger. And how come lil´Lala lays here?
Lala *waking up*: Uuuh, what was that? Who am I? Where are we? O_o
Sven: I´m pretty sure you´re still Lala. But I guess I can´t answer your second question.
Lala looked around. They were in a forest, but the trees didn´t look familiar, somehow. She heared a waterfall nearby and not far away she could make out a little path.
Lala: Let´s set off to that path there and look for someone. This HAS to be a dream….
Sven: Hmm, nice dream. And so realistic somehow…Do you dream of me oftener?
Lala: Stupid fool of a…Whatever. Do you come with me or do you want to sit there until you become a tree?
Sven: I would follow you to the everburning fires of Mordor. *ranted*
Lala: What a coincidence! That´s where I live actually. I have a sweet little apartment in Barad Dur and in my garden grow ash-roses and brimstone-lilies. I also have a pet, it´s an orc which I call Fluffy.
She angrily began to stomp to the path, with the intention to find out where it lead.
Sven followed hear, saying something like “dahooo!” to himself.
After a few minutes of walking they reached a strange looking house with a strange looking door, with lots of ornaments and symbols on it.
Lala: Knock on the door!
Sven: Your word is my order! Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door…nah, that was something different.
They waited. After what seemend a century the door slowly opened. And behind it stood an…..elf.
Sven: Hi there!
Lala: What the….???? *faints*
Sven, ignoring Lala fainting: Could you tell us where we are? We are… rather confused.
Elfguy, also “rather confused”: Well, you just knoched on the gates of Imladris, also known as Rivendell, ruled by Lord Elrond.
Sven: What what?
Lala: Are you deaf? He just said we´re in Rivendell! That means we are…we are in…
Elfguy looks even more confused. So does Sven.
Lala: We´re in ME, you idiot!
Sven: Oh, in Me…..in ME?? WHAT THE…..?
Lala, satisfied that Sven finally also got panicky: But how? I mean….That´s impossible! This can only be one of my weird dreams!
Elfguy: My lady, I can assure you this is no dream. Although some of us wished it was one.
Sven: Shut up, you….Elfguy. So Lala, is this your or mine dream?
Lala: I dunno….Wait, did you also see this flash light?
Sven: Well, yes. This is strange, isn´t it?
Lala: Oh my gosh, we´re Mary Sues! I never thought I´ll say that someday…
Sven: I am definitely NO Mary Sue. I don´t like this dream…let me try…He takes his out his pocket knife and cuts himself. Sven: Ouch!
Lala: Oh no, that means this is real! Ok, don´t panick, everything´s alright…*looks rather crazy and starts to hyperventilate* We need to get back home. But first we need a place to rest…
Sven, sucking his finger: Damn…What did you say?
Lala: We need a roof above us!!
Sven: Ok, hey Elfguy, step aside please, you heard the lady.
Elfguy: I´m not allowed to let any strangers in, unless it is very important. These
are dangerous times.
Sven: It IS important! WE are important!
Lala: Yeah, I´m sure your master will be very interested in two teenagers, who don´t have a clue where they are!
Sven: How come you know his master.
Lala: Duh, I read the books? I saw the movie? I have a longtime-memory
unlike another person here?
Suddenly the elfguy bows deeply as someone comes nearer. A beautiful she-elf is seen.
Lala: Valar! I think that´s……that´s Arwen Undómiel!
Arwen, to the elfguy: What´s going on here?
Sven, to Lala: Right, what´s going on here?
Lala: That´s Arwen, the daughter of Elrond and the fiancée of Aragorn, remember??
Arwen looks at them, hearing their whispers.
Arwen: So tell me, what do you do here, far away from home, as I may think?
Lala: My Lady you are right, we´re far away from home and don´t know the back. It would be very grateful of you to let us rest the night in here. We are friends, I can assure you. I heard much of your father, as he is considered to be the wisest among elves and men. I f we could talk to him, maybe he a solution for our problem.
Sven: And you really think they will just let us talk to their boss? They won´t be THAT stupid, we could be assesins, or spies or…
Arwen: Come with me, little strangers, I´ll take you to my father!
Lala: See! Maybe this Elrondguy knows how we can get home again, into the real world.
Sven: Well…this could be the real world. Ever thought about it?
Lala: Shut up, if this was the real world there would be a book about our world here. And now let´s not talk about it any longer, it confuses me even more and makes me wish I never let me convince from you, that midnight is NOT to late to chat!
Sven: What´s wrong with chating at midnight? ….Oh, hi elfguy!
Arwen: This is my father, Elrond. Ada, these two strangers want to talk to you. They say they lost their way home.
Sven: Yo Elrond. It´s true, we somehow lost our way, we don´t even know how we came here…Ever heard of another world? The real world?
Elrond: O.o Do you want to tell me you are from another world?
Lala: Exactly. We were just talking with each other at the inter…, errr whatever, when we suddenly saw a light and ended up here. We thought you could perhaps help us and let us stay the night?
Elrond: I guess you could use some sleep…probably you drank to much…Arwen, lead them to a room in the east- wing!
Arwen brought them to two rooms and wished them a good night.
Lala: Well, I hope I´ll wake up tomorrow and find out all this was just a dream! `night!
So, what do you think? Hate it? Love it? Tell me! Chapter 2 soon.^^
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