How I Saved Middle Earth
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,692
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Enter Aragorn
A/N:
Scruffy - Aragorn (he of the zillion and one names. Now he has another.)
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"Greetings!" called a man's voice from behind us.
We turned around. The midget let out a shout of recognition and walked over to the newcomer. Blondie followed the newcomer at a distance. (So that's where he'd gotten to. Maybe he wasn't completely dim after all. That only left gay. Oh, well.)
The three of them conferred for a few minutes. I reached in the passenger's window and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my purse. I was just lighting one when the three of them approached.
"Where did you come from?" the newcomer asked. By the look of him, I was definitely across the river and into Kentucky (although he did seem to have all of his teeth).
I turned my head and exhaled smoke. "I ran off the road trying to avoid a deer," I told him. "This guy," I pointed my cig at Hairy. "Helped me push my truck out."
Hairy beamed proudly.
Scruffy studied me. Blondie began to examine the truck. I puffed happily on my cig.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Scruaskeasked cautiously. (No shit, Sherlock!)
"Well, I thought I was. Where is 'here' anyway?" I asked suspiciously. I had a very bad feeling that I was not in Kentucky.
"Please, wait here a moment," Scruffy requested and moved off to confer with Hairy and Blondie.
"That must've been one hell of a ditch," I thought to myself and tossed the spent butt into the bed of the truck.
The three of them were eyeing me anxiously and I walked over to brea the their little huddle.
"Look," I sighed. "Just point me to the nearest town so I can get my bearings and call home. I don't believe in cell phones."
"Actually," admitted Scruffy. "We were hea heading to the 'nearest town' as you call it. We would be happy to guide you."
"Alrighty then! Well, get in and let's get this show on the road," I said and opened the truck door.
The three of them stood there gawping at me. I sighed.
"You two in back," I pointed to Blondie and Hairy and walked to the back to lower the tailgate so they could get in. Cautiously, they climbed inside.
"Hold on," I said and put Hairy's hand on the side of the bed. Blondie got the idea and grabbed the other side of the truck.
"Watch the toolbox," I pointed to it. "Damned thing slides all over the place." I slammed the tailgate shut and walked over to the passenger's side.
Scruffy watched me take my backpack and gym bag out of the front seat to make room for him. I threw the stuff in the back with the toolbox and motioned him to climb in. Slowly, he got into the truck and I pushed his hands and feet in then shut the door.
Scruffy - Aragorn (he of the zillion and one names. Now he has another.)
******
"Greetings!" called a man's voice from behind us.
We turned around. The midget let out a shout of recognition and walked over to the newcomer. Blondie followed the newcomer at a distance. (So that's where he'd gotten to. Maybe he wasn't completely dim after all. That only left gay. Oh, well.)
The three of them conferred for a few minutes. I reached in the passenger's window and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my purse. I was just lighting one when the three of them approached.
"Where did you come from?" the newcomer asked. By the look of him, I was definitely across the river and into Kentucky (although he did seem to have all of his teeth).
I turned my head and exhaled smoke. "I ran off the road trying to avoid a deer," I told him. "This guy," I pointed my cig at Hairy. "Helped me push my truck out."
Hairy beamed proudly.
Scruffy studied me. Blondie began to examine the truck. I puffed happily on my cig.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Scruaskeasked cautiously. (No shit, Sherlock!)
"Well, I thought I was. Where is 'here' anyway?" I asked suspiciously. I had a very bad feeling that I was not in Kentucky.
"Please, wait here a moment," Scruffy requested and moved off to confer with Hairy and Blondie.
"That must've been one hell of a ditch," I thought to myself and tossed the spent butt into the bed of the truck.
The three of them were eyeing me anxiously and I walked over to brea the their little huddle.
"Look," I sighed. "Just point me to the nearest town so I can get my bearings and call home. I don't believe in cell phones."
"Actually," admitted Scruffy. "We were hea heading to the 'nearest town' as you call it. We would be happy to guide you."
"Alrighty then! Well, get in and let's get this show on the road," I said and opened the truck door.
The three of them stood there gawping at me. I sighed.
"You two in back," I pointed to Blondie and Hairy and walked to the back to lower the tailgate so they could get in. Cautiously, they climbed inside.
"Hold on," I said and put Hairy's hand on the side of the bed. Blondie got the idea and grabbed the other side of the truck.
"Watch the toolbox," I pointed to it. "Damned thing slides all over the place." I slammed the tailgate shut and walked over to the passenger's side.
Scruffy watched me take my backpack and gym bag out of the front seat to make room for him. I threw the stuff in the back with the toolbox and motioned him to climb in. Slowly, he got into the truck and I pushed his hands and feet in then shut the door.