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(5/27/03 8:07 pm) Reply
Wake up
In anwer to A&F contest of short writting, and in mood to post it here.... hope you like it. (is short... whatever short means, that for me, 4 pages in a word document, is short)
THEME SELECTED: The roles (Frodo and company, in real) are transported to our world and time. EXTENSION: 4 pages Verdana 8 WARNINGS: Swearing words, as usual. And the fact that is in my own personal English (not corrected by a native speaker) which actually is quite a big warning! *grins* DISCLAMER: Don’t know, don’t own any of the actors, I wish I own one or two of them though *sighs dramatically*. Frodo and Company are own by Tolkien. I think is obvious this have never happen. But I’m not in all the minds, so: this is all pure invention of my so-easily bored mind!.
THANKS: To David for placing the plot so cool. To Vadas & Malli for being THIS beautiful. And to Pablo, for doing me his first beta on 7 years of relationship, and liked it *loves*
What woke Frodo up was the silence. Complete. Deep. He didn’t remember having that lack of all sounds in his whole life. He feared that silence. His hand, fast and secure, flew to check the Ring. It was there, still on the chain holding on his neck. But It was not singing. That was the silence reason.
Frodo opened his eyes fast, the darkness of the late night surrounding him, and stared unmoved for some seconds looking at… what was that?… a roof?. He felt the comfort of a mattress under him, the soft warm of the covers over his still dressed body. Quite different from the uncomfortable and cold land he lied in uncovered early that night, after that strange game the Fellowship played.
“Sam?” his whisper sounded impure and doubtful into the silence. “Strider?” he called quietly again. He felt alone and afraid. The fact that the One Ring was in complete silence, scared him till made him shiver. He found the courage to lied on one side. And looked at his new surroundings surprised.
The bed was enormous. And the room he was in was human sized. There was some kind of strange bags everywhere half undone. There were a pair of human trousers laying on the floor, made of the most strange of the fabrics, big strange shoes, and a shirt that smelled to a not in it’s best conditions smoke.
“Sam?” he tried again, rising his voice just a bit. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his short legs hanging. Sting pressed the mattress and his waist at the same time. Frodo took it out and looked carefully for any sing coming from it. But its edge was silent too. He jumped to the floor and as quietly as only a hobbit can be, he managed to go out of the silence room, Sting on hand, ready to fight. And he founded himself on the most strange of the worlds. A big corridor appeared, completely illuminated by the most estrange of the torches and doors everywhere. There were nobody there.
What kind of conjure was used to brought him there, escape from his knowledge. He only remembered Gandalf speaking on antique elvish in the stupid challenge of making fireworks by conjure, and Pipin interrupting him with invented words of his own, trying to made them laugh. Gandalf got mad and send all them to sleep advising them to fear for the irrespectively behavior of the little hobbit and the hilarious laugh of all the rest consequences. What happened till he closed his eyes to that exact moment, he couldn’t tell. Just he remembered he never was that fast slept.
He made his way to one of the sides of the corridor, trying to look for his friends, listening carefully behind each door, and calling them quietly.
***
Dom was waiting for the waitress to bring him the freeze milk he had ordered by phone. He was sat on the edge of the bed, bared feet, just with his shorts and a t-shirt, sweating like hell. God. How easily he forget that in New Zeland was this hot in December!. He felt his stomach punching him. Nerves. They were going to kill him. Edited by: Saura at: 5/27/03 8:10:36 pm
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(5/27/03 8:11 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
“Calm down, calm down…” he encourage himself. But he knew it was impossible. The night after a premier, it was impossible for him to sleep. The night after the last premier, The Return of the King premier!, impossible to sleep, to stop trembling, to stop sweating, to stop thinking everything was going to go bad, and to fucking stop biting his nails. He hated that. Elijah do that. Not him. Elijah! And surely the kid was slept like a woodchuck, completely calmed… God!
He seriously thought about getting dress and made a walk around the hotel. But com’on. Fans everywhere on crazy search of a cool pic?. Better forget it. Licking a loli-pop was a better option. But as he was out of them, well… milk was his second better option.
Some quiet rubs on the door scared him. He heard a voice with an English accent.
“Gandalf?… Merry?” Dom heard so quietly he could have say it was just a dream. But it was not. And he knew who was calling!. He woke up fast and opened the door furious.
“Fuck off, Elijah!” he screamed madly. “Is not funny, you little bastard!”
A little body caught in surprise felt to the floor, but got fast recovered and on his feet again in just one blink of an eye. And Dom found himself in front of a little version of Elijah, costumed as Frodo (for God’s shake… feet included!), and with what seemed a real fucking sharp Sting pointing fiercely at his…
“Hey you! I may need this, you know? Mind pointing anywhere else with that shit?” he smirked. The little version of Elijah had really scared eyes (quite similar to Elijah’s eyes, by the way), and started to go his way back, protecting something held by a chain on his little neck. Dom couldn’t stand the laugh. “Com’on Frodo…” he said. “I’m not going to catch your Ring… Good perform, really!… Who are you?”
“Frodo…” the other answered missed looking at Dom distrustful. Who was that man who asked him who he were when he already knew his name?
“Yeah, Frodo Baggins from the happy Shire, honored Ring bearer of course…” Dom teased with a tired tone. “You are so similar to Elijah, did you knew? Like a little twin or something…” he tried to touch him, but Frodo, scared like he was, took a step back, pointing at Dom with Sting.
“Where’s Sam? And my friends?” he ordered with a frightened tone. “What have you done with them?” Dom simply laughed at that good perform of the role. But his laugh seemed to scared more the little hobbit. “And who is Elijah?” he was asking when a short terrified woman scream crossed the silence of the hotel. Both Frodo and Dom steeped out of the room on a fast run.
***
Aragorn had left the estrange room he was in when he woke up, ready to fight, still unsure this was not one of Saruman’s conjures, or even a nightmare created by the One Ring. He needed to find Frodo before they would be found by the orks, sure there were many. Once the Ring was protected, they could think best how to escape from that situation.
Guided by his witty senses, he had found the path Frodo had taken, found an open door, just on the time a strange dressed woman appeared on the corridor.
“Hush!” was all the enormous and dangerous-looking man, with a really big sword on his hands, said to the waitress, covering her mouth to make her stop screaming. But she fainted on his arms, drawing out the glass of milk she was holding.
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(5/27/03 8:11 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
At her scream, Frodo and a human exited a room.
“Frodo!” Aragorn screamed, placing the fainted woman gently on the floor at one side.
“Aragorn!” the hobbit run fast to hide behind the man.
“My Holly God!” said Dom in disbelieve. “Viggo!. What the fuck are you doing costumed?”
“If you worth your life, go your way and let us pass!” said Aragorn pointing with his sword to the strange man that was… those meant to be trousers? Aragorn couldn’t trust his eyes!.
“This is not funny, Viggo!” Dom said, laughing though. “And who’s the little Elijah?… Elijah, mate!” he called his friend trying to get into his room. He really thought the boy would like to saw that. It was hilarious. But when Dom opened Elijah’s room door, Wood was not there. “Where’s Elijah, Viggo?” Aragorn infuriate his gaze in Dom, looking carefully for his movements, ready to kill him if it was necessary. Dom looked to the pairing at his front and to the empty room again in disbelieve. He made a step to who he thought it was his friend, his gaze full of doubts now. “Viggo?…”
A little child scream, deep and long, coming from a nearer room, make the three of them jump. Dom, terrified, flew to open the door immediately screaming.
“Alli!”
***
“Mr. Frodo?” asked Sam quietly waking up at what he thought was a woman scream. “Mr. Frodo?” He repeated raising himself up from the comfortable mattress he was over. A nearer presence at his left made him look that way. A human woman was slept at his side. He was about to jump in surprise. But instead, he got off the bed as quietly as he was able, shivering. Everything was human sized! Sam couldn’t understand what was happening. But his heart, worrying, was just outside of the bed and the room, looking for Frodo’s fate.
But when he was about to exit, the lights of the room went on, so he took off his sword, ready to fight for his life.
“Dad?” a little sleepy voice asked. “Where’re you going?” Alli asked again rubbing her eyes, looking at her father’s body. And all what she saw was a little version of her dad, disguised, and with a sword on his hands, pointing at her. So she screamed aloud.
Just two seconds later, Dom (like a tale’s knight, but on slips) entered the room hitting the door against the wall.
“Alli!” his voice mixed with Sean’s wife own scream of fear. “My holly God!” What had made Alli and Cristine scream, was a… a… fucking little version of Sean Austin costumed as Sam!.
“Sam!” cried Frodo entering the room.
“Mr. Aragorn!… Mr. Frodo! Thanks Lord you are safe!”.
“Get off the room, now!” ordered Aragorn, still pointing at the man in shorts with Anduril, looking fiercely at the two human women there. At his order, both hobbits went off.
But the screams of Alli and Cristine, had woke up too many people on the hotel’s plant.
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(5/27/03 8:12 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
***
Sean Bean was snoring peacefully, completed extended his body over the bed. But suddenly, his body twitched, just because he had heard… Alli and Cristine’s screams?
“Out of the room! Fly!” he heard Viggo’s voice in his English accent screaming again.
He got up as fast as he could, and he didn’t mattered he was half naked. He exited the room and what he found on the corridor, let him stoned.
Dominic in shorts, his hands up like if he was arrested, Viggo costumed pointing at him with a sword, and two little version of Elijah and Sean Austin costumed even on feet!. Alli and Cristine were on the room’s door frame, pale as if they had seen a ghost.
“What the fuck…” was all he was able to say before being pointed at the face with Aragorn’s sword. At pointing him, Aragorn realized that this new human half naked was quite similar to Boromir!.
***
“Just five minutes more…” prayed Pipin trying to get more comfortable on the mattress. “Just five…” But then he opened his eyes wide and stare at the human sized room, realizing what he had just heard were screams. He woke up immediately.
“Strider?” he asked fearing. “Oh, Gods, no!…” He did it!. His words have made something to put all his friends on danger!. Oh Gods of Middle Earth, be gentle! What he had done?.
He opened the door as he could managed, and exited to a corridor actually with so many movement.
“Strider, Frodo!” he screamed, taking his sword out and joining the group, protecting its back part of the people that still was taking off the rest of the rooms.
“Fuck!” screamed Sean. “Where have Pete found all this small twins?!”
“Stay put, you human!” said Aragorn immediately. “Seems you don’t worth your life enough either!”
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(5/27/03 8:12 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
***
“Holly Gods!” Gandalf tried not to loose balance when he woke up from the comfortable bed he was laying in, at hearing the screams. “I knew! I knew this was going to happen!. I must remember to kill this fool of a Tuck!” fighting with his dress, the wizard exited the room with his cane ready, and found himself on a corridor with half the Fellowship on the middle of it prepared to fight, and two almost naked and surprised humans (one that could be Boromir’s twin) and two women about to faint of fear. Oh!, and another woman already fainted on the floor! “I told you, Peregirn Tuck!” he screamed madly.
“Gandalf!” screamed Frodo. “Where are we? What are we doing here?”
“Ian?” asked Sean Bean completely astonished.
***
John woke up scared. Those were real screams? Lazily he woke up. Surely one of the young guys have tried to go out of the plant they owned and found crazy fans. Sure!.
He exited his room rubbing his eyes.
“What…”
But an arrow was placed so near his cheek, he silenced.
***
Elves never sleep. Ok.. they do, but not this deep!. So Legolas woke up surprised for being sleeping, all his senses alarmed for not having heard all the noise outside… outside… whatever he was in.
So as fast as he was, he got his bow ready with an arrow and pointed the first not-known face near him. Who seemed to be John’s.
“Gandalf” he said with his musical voice. “Can you take us off here?”
The Fellowship looked at the wizard their eyes filled of hope.
“I’m trying!” answered Gandalf.
***
Peter was in the plant below. Obviously he wasn’t sleeping. Well… not so deep slept anyway. And he heard the screams and the voices and the orders… He feared. He always feared about something happening to his boys and men. And all that didn’t sounded like they were having a party (that shouldn’t have surprised him though). The elevator was so slow. So he run upstairs, and he was sweating like a demon when he got to the corridor of his super-starts, and… Holly God!
“Pete!” screamed Sean Bean. “Mind explaining us what the fuck is this?” he pointed the Fellowship.
“Gandalf, hurry up!” screamed Frodo terrified.
“The rooms are empty, Peter!” explained Dom almost on screams, unable to keep his eyes out of the scene of the Fellowship… The fucking REAL Fellowship!. “And this people is here! These are not Elijah, nor Sean, nor Billy… Nor fucking Viggo! For God’s shake!” He was completely astonished.
“Merry?” asked Pipin at hearing Dom’s voice. He moved to be a bit near of him and stared at him annoyed. “Is it you, Merry?” He asked again. Dom looked at Pipin. He was… Fuck! Exact to Billy but shorter! He didn’t know what to answer, because he was Merry after all… wasn’t him?
“The water of the Ents really works, mate!” He answered finally grinning, still staring amazed at Pipin.
“Wow…” Pipin opened his eyes wide at him. But then hesitate. “When did you met an Ent, Merry?!”
“Pipin! Don’t got close to them!” advice Legolas, still pointing at John’s face with his arrow.
“For God shake, Orli… keep that shit off my face now!” John said angrily trying to move. Legolas infuriate his position and his look.
“Stay put!” he screamed. “Or you shouldn’t speak a word more!”
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(5/27/03 8:12 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
“My God” said Peter getting close to the group. “This is… Is this… Real?” he asked on shock.
“You didn’t hire them?” asked Sean annoyed looking at him.
“No!” Peter, opening his eyes in surprise, got even closer to the Fellowship. But just when he was about to touch Frodo, Aragorn placed the sharp edge of Anduril on his neck. “Get calm, son of Arathorn” Peter said stepping backward, upping his hands to his head. “This is… Fucking REAL!” he screamed freakily looking at Sean and Dom at the same time.
“Where are our friends?” asked Sean Bean furious.
“Where are ours!?” screamed Legolas too. “Where’s Merry, and Gimly, and Boromir?!”
“Gandalf… The Ring is silence! I can’t feel it! I’m afraid! Take us off here, please!…” prayed Frodo, looking at the wizard pitifully, his hand still holding the One Ring.
The wizard upped his arms, the cane on the right hand starting to shine, and begun speaking deeply and quiet in elvish.
“Ian… this is fucking stupid!” John tried to say. “You are not Gandalf the Gray and you know!”
“Shut up!” screamed Legolas. “Don’t disturb him!” the elf was sure that they were there because they disturbed him early that night on his conjures.
“You’re not going to go anywhere if our friends are not here!” Said Sean stepping forward decided.
“Don’t move!” screamed Aragorn protecting the hobbits as he could managed.
“Stop making noise!” Gandalf cried out. He started the conjure again.
“Why didn’t Merry nor Gimly nor Boromir came here?” asked Dom quietly, staring at the wizard almost without blinking. “Why aren’t we wherever the others are?” he stared astonished at Sean Bean and then to the Fellowship.
“Legolas!” called Gandalf “Come close to us!” the elf did what he was ordered, not stopping pointing at John.
“You’re not going ANYWHERE!” screamed Dom with fiercely eyes, stepping closer to the Fellowship, decided to stop them. Aragorn protected them using his sword, and hitting Dom on an arm. Red blood felt to the green carpet of the corridor, all the screams of the actors and Peter mixing with Dominic’s deep and decided voice. “Bring my friends back!” Dom screamed again touching his arm, still too angry to notice he had been really bad damaged. Gandalf closed his eyes and followed the conjure to send them back to the Middle Earth, barely hearing Dom’s screams. “WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?” Dom cried out looking at the wizard, still getting more and more close, seeing how the Fellowship were loosing color, like if they were being transported at each elvish word went on and on. Aragorn tried to kill Dominic, but Anduril passed through Dom’s body like if he was a ghost. Dominic didn’t see him. He was just staring furiously at Gandalf, or Ian, or whoever he was, and feeling a powerful sensation inside him. “Bring my friends back! Bring them here! You can’t take them! They are mine! THEY ARE MY PRECIOUSS!”
“Ash Nazg Durbatuluk, Dominic…” Even Peter heard the deep whisper of the One Ring singing, mixing the song with Dom’s decided screams. “Ash Nazg Durbatuluk… Ash Nazg Durbatuluk… Dominic!”
“Dom… NO!” screamed Sean and Peter at the same time, trying to catch his friend, to made him go away of the crazy calling of the Ring.
“Gandalf, the Ring!” screamed Frodo. “It’s up! It’s calling the human! Hurry up!”
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FRIENDS?!” The crazy look on Dom’s eyes mixed with the calling of the One Ring scared everyone.
“Dominic!” Sean grabbed Dom by his shoulders, trying to stop him, his voice mixed with Gandalf’s elvish and Frodo’s fears. “Dom!…”
“Bring my friends back!” cried Dom, fighting against the force Sean was doing to stop him.
“Take us off here!” cried Frodo at exactly the same time.
“Ash Nazg Durbatuluk Sblom!”
Gandalf opened his eyes wide and stare at Dom, his blue gaze iced, his lips in a serious line. Dominic, on a last cry, even with real tears on his eyes, holding his now hurting arm, repeated again.
“WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?!”
“Wake up… you fool!” Gandalf said only to him, in exactly the same tone Ian told the Fellowship to run out of Moria. And then the Fellowship disappear. Edited by: Saura at: 5/27/03 8:19:48 pm
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(5/27/03 8:13 pm) Reply
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***
“Wake up, Dominic… Wake up!” Elijah’s scream made Dominic blink. He was on the corridor of the hotel, on his shorts, his arm hurting him like hell, hearing himself crying madly to the emptiness of the corridor to bring his friends back. Elijah was holding his shoulders to stop him. “It was a nightmare… just a nightmare…” Elijah’s soft tone relaxed Dom. He embraced his friend.
“What’s up?” they heard Billy going out of his room, all messed hair and sleepy face.
“Nothing. Just Sblomie had a nightmare.” Elijah informed, still hugging him.
“Poor Dommie had too much for dinner, I’m afraid” teased Billy getting close to them and rubbing Dom’s hair.
“Fuck off, Billy” Dom said at least, breathing deeply on Elijah’s shoulder.
“Ok… I think he is doing better now” Elijah smiled, separating from him to check he was feeling better. Dom, still on shock, stared at his friend t-shirt. And there, holding on a chain, the One Ring Elijah was given, was holding lazily.
“You sleep with this shit?” he asked surprised, touching it. He upped his eyes to Elijah’s.
At the touch, he felt something really estrange on his finger. Like electricity traveling from the gold to him. And he shivered. Because he felt something more at that touch. He felt It breathing. He felt It alive!.
“Why not?” Elijah asked innocently.
***
It woke up in a estrange world. It tried to contact his Master, but It couldn’t. It noticed presences. It was on Frodo’s neck still. Two of the other hobbits were there too. And the elf. And the wizard… But there were also incautious new humans too! It was lucky! Oh!. What was that? A poor suffering heart? A worried human?… It was more than lucky then!. It started singing. It called the worried human. It encourage him with the worst of his fears: wherever his friends were, they would never come back… Never! It laughed to himself… how easy was tempt this human!.
But all of a sudden, the Fellowship disappeared, and with it, Frodo’s neck. It prepared itself to falling tickling to the hard floor. Shit! Another ten years of headache, sure!. But instead of falling, It felt himself holding on a new longer chain, on a new bigger neck. Near a new tempt able heart. But… Oh, Gods! What have It done to always be bared over the most sweet, pure of the hearts, ah?. Hey!… wait a second. The worrying human was still there, shocked, frightened, still worrying… It felt his fingers rubbing the golden material that was made of. And It revealed its living presence starting singing just for him.
“Do you know what I do with my bearers, Dominic?… I’d kill him. And we don’t want that… Do we?… Ash Nazg Durbatuluk…” It laughed.
***
“Take that shit off!” Dominic said, almost blind of fear for Elijah, staring directly at his eyes. “Now!”.
Dominic trapped the Ring on his hands fiercely trying to took it off himself urgently. Elijah protected his charge, upping his hand too, and covering Dom’s with it, looking at his mate, almost about to hit him.
THE END…. OR NOT? Edited by: Saura at: 5/27/03 8:23:05 pm
Re: Wake up
uhm? Saura bugging me?
I don't understand anything, dawn.
Who wants a sequel that raises a finger!!!!!
SAURA COME ONE, THAT YOU CAN!!!!
and I seize the opportunity to congratulate and to be grateful fill with enthusiasm for the work realized by Saura with my personal signature (*by: Reverso Translator TM, All Rights Reserved*)
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(5/28/03 7:27 pm) Reply
Re: Wake up
LOL DROGO! (translator stuff copyrighted!)
What's a cool idea for the secuel, Vadas?... You know I'm open to ideas... I can't stand it... I must write....
btw.... Drogo is not on the office till next monday WHICH MEANS, that noone is here to do my work while I write... WHICH ALSO MEANS... no sequel still
In the name of Imagination...
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(5/30/03 8:33 pm) Reply
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thanks Gatuna!
But really. Honestly I don't have any idea of what to write as a sequel. But Vadas knows that I can't stand long without writting. Maybe. I don't know.
But thanks again!
In the name of Imagination...
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