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What's a hobbit doing in my room?
I sat at my desk at school, tired and wishing desperately that the last five minutes of last period would just go by so I could go home. I tapped my fingers impatiently on my desk, getting some annoyed looks from people around me; not that I cared- I had come to the brilliant epiphany that most of the people in my school were incredibly shallow and manipulative, a long time ago. That's probably why I didn't have many friends. A very select few I found nice enough to be around; Melissa, for instance, a tall, blond girl in the 11th grade, like me who would be often found saying:
"Beth, you really should get out more." is one of them. actually, she's the only one. And that's the way I like it. She's my best friend who doesn't tend to judge and accepts me for who I am (apart from the slight nagging every so often). I am a generally happy person, really, but what gives me the most pleasure than anything else in the world is my favourite book, The Lord of the Rings. You know the one. I've read it five times and I don't think I'll ever be sick of it. Yes, that book truly is my saviour; my way of escaping the everyday drear of life at school. Man do I need a life.
Anyways, there I was, fidgeting in my seat, five minutes til the bell. It was Friday. my favourite day of the week (you now, other than Saturday), and I was looking forward to going home and relaxing on the couch with probably more junk food than I need, and watching Lord of the Rings on.DVD. Ahh yes. dvd is my god.
My mom was working late that night, then again early in the morning, so I probably wasn't going to see her until Sunday at least, which really bummed me out, since she is really cool, and I like being around her and everything. My little sister was going to be at a sleepover party too so I had the house to myself which is good because I like to watch my movies really loud. I've blown more than one speaker that way. yeesh.
Finally the bell rang while I was pondering this, and I nearly jumped out of my seat, and rushed through the door, almost running to my locker. Melissa was at her locker, three down from mine and, she greeted me with a friendly:
"Hey, how was your last class?" I shrugged and smiled.
"It would NOT end!!!" I laughed and sighed, just happy the day was finally over.
"Yah," she said, "Mine either. "What are you doing tonight?" she added, not looking up from her back pack.
"What do I do every night, Pinky?" I laughed imitating the cartoon rat.
"Ummm, try to take over the world?" she asked in a very narfish voice. "Nonono. your watching Lord of the Rings." She sighed. "Beth, you really should get out more."
I rolled my eyes. "I know."
***
Later that night, I was, as expected, seated very comfortably on the couch, a bowl of popcorn fitted snuggly in the crook of my arm along with a large bag of gummy worms grasped tightly in my hand. My dog Nemo was seated, annoyingly, right on top of my legs; his favourite place to be, to my aggravation.
"Mmm, gummy goodness." I mumbled to no one in particular and proceeded to stuff my face, but then nearly spit it out as Boromir got pin cushioned to death. Pity.
Fifteen minutes later the movie was over and I was very full. I looked over to the clock. It read 1:30, and I tiredly resigned myself to my bedroom, stumbling in and feeling quite glad that my mom wasn't home to see me up this late. She always was strict with bedtime but really not much else, which made me thankful.
I clumsily changed into sweatpants and a tank top and pulled my dark hair into a messy bun and flopped down onto my bed on my back. I gave a sigh of contentment as I flicked out the light and sleep quickly consumed me.
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The Fellowship of the Ring was resting in a guard room in the Mines of Moria for the night. The band of mismatched companions were setting to making a camp as far away from a discovered lidless well as they could, unrolling blankets and making beds against the walls of the chambers, slowly and wearily.
Peregrin Took, however, was not. As soon as the Fellowship had entered the guard room and the well was discovered, Pippin had felt a strange attraction to it. An unwanted curiosity towards to seemingly bottomless hole, drove him to peer into it's black depths and, on sudden impulse, to grab a loose stone from beside him on the dusty ground and hold it precariously above the hole, for several breathless seconds, before letting it drop.
He felt his heart beat many times before he heard a sound. Then, far below, he heard it: a small plunk that started off faint but echoed into a magnified crash as it reverberated off the stone walls of the well.
Gandalf turned around angrily and hissed: What was that? The company turned, expectantly towards the Halfling, and before Pippin could confess, he felt a chill air sweep up from the well and gather all around him. Then without time for Pippin to utter a cry, the wind began sucked itself back down into the well, in a sudden gust and pulled the poor Hobbit down into the black chasm with it.
"Fool of a Took."Gandalf breathed as he watched Pippin disappear into the well.
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I awoke late the next morning, my eyes felt glued shut and I could feel Nemo on my legs again. I knew by the amount of light that was trying to seep through my eyelids that it must be after noon and mom had already gone for work. I sighed and stretched out with a huge yawn. My lump of dog shifted and grunted, something I wasn't entirely used to, as I did this and I smiled in a mixture of humor and annoyance; as I put my foot out to gently kick my dg out of the way.
"Merry, stop kicking me!!!!" my dog growled. Nemo. Dog. Talk. No. My tired brain slowly realized that dogs don't tend to talk so I sat bolt right up in my bed, at the same time, the lump on my feet did.
I was met face to face with a small man, and in unison, we began to scream.
A/N Hey, how's you like it??? Just to let you know, the whole part with the fellowship was almost directly quoted from the book, and also, for those who didn't get it, the whole,
" "What are you doing tonight?" she added, not looking up from her back pack.
"What do I do every night, Pinky?" I laughed imitating the cartoon rat.
"Ummm, try to take over the world?" she asked in a very narfish voice. "
-is from Pinky and the Brain. You know that show with those mice who try to take over the world? Yah you do. NARF!!!
Anyways, I seriously live for reviews, so any and all comments will be treasured, complimented, appreciated and loved!!!
Thanks so much for reading.AND reviewing. *hinthint, winkwink, nudgenudge, suggestive eyebrow raise*
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
I sat at my desk at school, tired and wishing desperately that the last five minutes of last period would just go by so I could go home. I tapped my fingers impatiently on my desk, getting some annoyed looks from people around me; not that I cared- I had come to the brilliant epiphany that most of the people in my school were incredibly shallow and manipulative, a long time ago. That's probably why I didn't have many friends. A very select few I found nice enough to be around; Melissa, for instance, a tall, blond girl in the 11th grade, like me who would be often found saying:
"Beth, you really should get out more." is one of them. actually, she's the only one. And that's the way I like it. She's my best friend who doesn't tend to judge and accepts me for who I am (apart from the slight nagging every so often). I am a generally happy person, really, but what gives me the most pleasure than anything else in the world is my favourite book, The Lord of the Rings. You know the one. I've read it five times and I don't think I'll ever be sick of it. Yes, that book truly is my saviour; my way of escaping the everyday drear of life at school. Man do I need a life.
Anyways, there I was, fidgeting in my seat, five minutes til the bell. It was Friday. my favourite day of the week (you now, other than Saturday), and I was looking forward to going home and relaxing on the couch with probably more junk food than I need, and watching Lord of the Rings on.DVD. Ahh yes. dvd is my god.
My mom was working late that night, then again early in the morning, so I probably wasn't going to see her until Sunday at least, which really bummed me out, since she is really cool, and I like being around her and everything. My little sister was going to be at a sleepover party too so I had the house to myself which is good because I like to watch my movies really loud. I've blown more than one speaker that way. yeesh.
Finally the bell rang while I was pondering this, and I nearly jumped out of my seat, and rushed through the door, almost running to my locker. Melissa was at her locker, three down from mine and, she greeted me with a friendly:
"Hey, how was your last class?" I shrugged and smiled.
"It would NOT end!!!" I laughed and sighed, just happy the day was finally over.
"Yah," she said, "Mine either. "What are you doing tonight?" she added, not looking up from her back pack.
"What do I do every night, Pinky?" I laughed imitating the cartoon rat.
"Ummm, try to take over the world?" she asked in a very narfish voice. "Nonono. your watching Lord of the Rings." She sighed. "Beth, you really should get out more."
I rolled my eyes. "I know."
***
Later that night, I was, as expected, seated very comfortably on the couch, a bowl of popcorn fitted snuggly in the crook of my arm along with a large bag of gummy worms grasped tightly in my hand. My dog Nemo was seated, annoyingly, right on top of my legs; his favourite place to be, to my aggravation.
"Mmm, gummy goodness." I mumbled to no one in particular and proceeded to stuff my face, but then nearly spit it out as Boromir got pin cushioned to death. Pity.
Fifteen minutes later the movie was over and I was very full. I looked over to the clock. It read 1:30, and I tiredly resigned myself to my bedroom, stumbling in and feeling quite glad that my mom wasn't home to see me up this late. She always was strict with bedtime but really not much else, which made me thankful.
I clumsily changed into sweatpants and a tank top and pulled my dark hair into a messy bun and flopped down onto my bed on my back. I gave a sigh of contentment as I flicked out the light and sleep quickly consumed me.
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The Fellowship of the Ring was resting in a guard room in the Mines of Moria for the night. The band of mismatched companions were setting to making a camp as far away from a discovered lidless well as they could, unrolling blankets and making beds against the walls of the chambers, slowly and wearily.
Peregrin Took, however, was not. As soon as the Fellowship had entered the guard room and the well was discovered, Pippin had felt a strange attraction to it. An unwanted curiosity towards to seemingly bottomless hole, drove him to peer into it's black depths and, on sudden impulse, to grab a loose stone from beside him on the dusty ground and hold it precariously above the hole, for several breathless seconds, before letting it drop.
He felt his heart beat many times before he heard a sound. Then, far below, he heard it: a small plunk that started off faint but echoed into a magnified crash as it reverberated off the stone walls of the well.
Gandalf turned around angrily and hissed: What was that? The company turned, expectantly towards the Halfling, and before Pippin could confess, he felt a chill air sweep up from the well and gather all around him. Then without time for Pippin to utter a cry, the wind began sucked itself back down into the well, in a sudden gust and pulled the poor Hobbit down into the black chasm with it.
"Fool of a Took."Gandalf breathed as he watched Pippin disappear into the well.
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I awoke late the next morning, my eyes felt glued shut and I could feel Nemo on my legs again. I knew by the amount of light that was trying to seep through my eyelids that it must be after noon and mom had already gone for work. I sighed and stretched out with a huge yawn. My lump of dog shifted and grunted, something I wasn't entirely used to, as I did this and I smiled in a mixture of humor and annoyance; as I put my foot out to gently kick my dg out of the way.
"Merry, stop kicking me!!!!" my dog growled. Nemo. Dog. Talk. No. My tired brain slowly realized that dogs don't tend to talk so I sat bolt right up in my bed, at the same time, the lump on my feet did.
I was met face to face with a small man, and in unison, we began to scream.
A/N Hey, how's you like it??? Just to let you know, the whole part with the fellowship was almost directly quoted from the book, and also, for those who didn't get it, the whole,
" "What are you doing tonight?" she added, not looking up from her back pack.
"What do I do every night, Pinky?" I laughed imitating the cartoon rat.
"Ummm, try to take over the world?" she asked in a very narfish voice. "
-is from Pinky and the Brain. You know that show with those mice who try to take over the world? Yah you do. NARF!!!
Anyways, I seriously live for reviews, so any and all comments will be treasured, complimented, appreciated and loved!!!
Thanks so much for reading.AND reviewing. *hinthint, winkwink, nudgenudge, suggestive eyebrow raise*