Frolijah -- Part 20 - With a little bit of luck . . . you can find yourself in Rivendell!

Frolijah - Part 20
With a little bit of luck . . . you can find yourself in Rivendell!

Recap: Gandalf is suspicious, Legolas thinks Alice is an idiot, and the `poor girl' thinks she's going crazy. Of course, back on Earth, it doesn't help that Elijodo's got himself signed into a movie contract, despite the fact that he doesn't know how to be an actor . . .

Disclaimer: I am not getting paid for this. I mean, if you really wanted to send me money, I suppose I wouldn't object . . . but no one is going to do that, so we don't have a problem. Anyway, I don't own Tolkien's characters or any Real Life characters, only the twists and personifications and, of course, my own original characters. You can tell which ones they are, trust me. They're the ones with the names that sound really innocent until you look at their Full Names, in which case they turn out to be stranger. And this is a really long disclaimer. So on with the story.

No hobbits, actors, or humans were hurt in the making of this story. Probably. At least, not intestinally. Their hearts may be hurt, but their intestines are fine.

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I awoke to loud knocking on my door, and Remembered. Today (Ha! If you could call it that - the sun wasn't even up yet!) was the day Frolijah was leaving. How long had it been since we had come to Rivendell? I couldn't remember. A while, anyway. Probably. Time seemed to pass strangely in Rivendell. That is: it was a place where you never had to dread weekdays, and always had enough food, and never any money at all, so that was okay. Anyway . . .

Frolijah was leaving with the Fellowship. I felt a little funny about that. I mean, I was glad I didn't have to go with him. Knowing the part of extras, I'd probably die anyway (sooner than I wanted, that is) so it was better that I was staying behind. Still . . . I was a little jealous. Frodo Baggins, the great Ringbearer, actor and weird person was going on this Quest to stay Middle-earth . . . so great it got a capital letter . . . and I, Alice, was staying behind in Rivendell.

I didn't have a choice, of course. Frolijah had practically begged Gandalf to let me come, at first, but then he was acting so oddly around me that Gandalf forbade it. Ever since then (before then, actually, as well) Gandalf had been watching both of us closely, and especially me. I wasn't sure why, aside from the obvious (I was acting strangely, as was Frolijah), but I was afraid he'd figured something out. That's why, late last night when I was slightly drunk off of mushroom soup (or Muuuuuush-rOOmsooup, as Frolijah called it) I came up with a brilliant plan to stave Gandalf's inquiries off if it came to that. Now that the morning had come, however, I was having serious doubts about it. SERIOUS doubts.

The knocking came at the door. It was quite unnaturally loud and unpleasant, as if someone were banging a large stick against it. "What?" I asked muzzily past the sticky stuff in my mouth. (Something interesting about this: If there is a Sandman to put sand in your eyes, is there a Stickystuffman to put sticky stuff in your mouth?)

"Alice, open this door or I'll knock it down!"Gandalf practically bellowed from the other side. For the first time, I wondered just how long I had left him waiting. I had angered a wizard. Gulp.

"Sorry, sorry!" I exclaimed, putting on the elvish equivalent of a bathrobe and unlocking the door. It was quite a lengthy process, because, normally, there weren't any locks in Rivendell. But no way was I living without one, so I devised this little mechanism with string -

"Alice!"

"I'm opening it, I'm opening it!" I said, actually doing so. "What?" Gandalf swept in past me, robes trailing on the floor, probably collecting dust. Ha, serves him right. I sneezed. "Come in, have a seat."

Gandalf, in a surprising show of "I'm-really-tough-so-don't-mess-with-me"said: "What have you been hiding from me, Alice." He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Tell me."

"Um, well, ah," I gabbled, trying to pretend the explanation I had come up didn't suddenly seem very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very,

[five pages later]

very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very improbable and stupid.

"Tell me."

"What do you mean?" I finally managed.

Gandalf's eyes narrowed. "I have known Frodo Baggins for many years now. But never have I met you before, back at the Shire. Where were you, and what have you done to him? He has been a very different hobbit since he has been with you. Tell me."

I barely stopped myself from saluting with a sharp `yessir!' "I was . . ." this was awful " . . . abducted by aliens. I haven't been back to the Shire in a long time. They took me soon after I was born and before you could see. That's why we never me. Um. It was the aliens! They're here to take us all! Experiments, technology . . . they're going to take over the world! It's a conspiracy!!"

Gandalf gave me a very long, VERY hard look. He didn't believe me. I wondered if the conspiracy bit was a little much. Finally, much to my relief, he let go of my shoulders, and took a step back.

"Aliens," he said, slowly. "Tell me, what are . . . aliens?"

"Strange people, you know, from other planets. I'll tell you more in the morning. You know, it's kind of early . . . hey, shouldn't you be leaving? Um, you know . . ." I trailed off.

Gandalf didn't seem convinced. But, at that moment, an elf (Oh, no, it was Legolas!) knocked at the door, and said he had come for Gandalf. Saved by the bell. Well, the elf.

Giving me one last parting look, Gandalf turned and strode out the door. Legolas stayed a moment longer, and studied me for a moment before following the wizard. Great. He probably thought I was insane. Well I wasn't! I was saving the world - all of which depended on Frolijah going, and -

Frolijah! It all depended on him, didn't it? Not me! The whole world ticked with him. Arg. And . . . much as I hated to admit it, it was all very brave of him, going off for Frodo and all. Groaning, I decided I should probably say goodbye, and got dressed. It was still way too early.


Fifteen minutes later, I was dressed and outside, just as the sun was beginning to rise. The entire Fellowship was there, and, frankly, they looked more ready-to-be-scruffy than noble, but nice all the same.

"Hey, Frolijah," I called, remembering the acting tradition. Thingy. "Break a leg!"

Sure, he called back. "Don't die on me, that might be depressing!"

"Wait," I yelled, suddenly remembering something. "You're supposed to leave at dusk, not dawn!"

"But I thought . . . it was at dawn in the movies! So I suggested it!"

"No, you nincompoop! It's supposed to be dusk! Dusk!"

"Oh, well. Too late now!"

And that was it. Oh, sure, Boromir blew his horn and there was jabber and whatever. But for me, that was it. Not a heartfelt goodbye either way, nor a sure emotion to fit it. They were just . . . gone.

Slowly, my legs fighting me in a way they never had before, I walked back to my room, and pushed the door open. Or, at least, tried to. My body wanted to do something different. It wanted to follow them. I finally forced myself in to my room, and yelled up to the ceiling: "Why are you doing this to me?!"

"WHY? BECAUSE IT'S MORE INTERESTING. I'M THE AUTHOR. I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT. SO HA."

"But I can't follow them! It's wrong!"

"I SUPPOSE YOU ARE RIGHT. YOU CAN WAIT. FOR NOW."

"For now? What do you mean, `for now?'" I demanded. But there was no reply.

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"Okay, Mister, change of plans. I know this is usually different, blah, blah," the young man skimmed down the paper, skipping much information Elijodo was sure was probably necessary. "Oh, yeah, so we're leaving right now to film in Mexico. You can have one phone call, but according to your contract . . . glah, glah, blah, mah . . . we have to go now. Bad contract if you ask me. Anyway, they got a plane and everything! Public, but not cheap without notice. And here was me thinking it was a bad, low budget movie. Talk about surprises. Oh, yeah, let's go. Oh, oh, oh. C'mon. I'm Oman M'deade, by the way. Com'on."

Feeling more than a little befuddled, Elijodo followed Oman out of the door, and back into the reception hall. It was only a few minutes after he had arrived, and already he was confused beyond what he had thought possible. In addition, Jay Walker had disappeared almost as soon as they had arrived, so he didn't even have anyone to turn to for questions . . . and Lea was who-knows-where, of course.

(Actually, Lea was still searching for Elijodo, but was, by that time, no closer than she had been.)

Sighing a little to himself (a bad habit he had picked up during his time on Earth) Elijodo followed Oman onto the plane, not bothering with a phone at all. Who would he call? Hello, Operator, I'm a hobbit from the Shire stuck in someone else's body on earth, and I need to contact a wizard . . . yes, his name is Gandalf, how did you know?

It just wouldn't work.

So Elijodo, not knowing anything better to do, and deciding that running from Lea once was bad, and to disobey these people now would just make everything worse, went along. He didn't know what a plane was, but hardly felt surprised at all when they lifted from the ground. Cars, McDonalds, movies . . . they were all so strange, certainly nothing else could shock him.

"Ah!! Are you Elijah Wood?!" a girl who sat beside him suddenly gushed. "You're my hero!! What's the likelihood that we'd be sitting together for the whole flight!! Isn't this awesome?!!!"
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Here are the parts. Sorry for not having them on the last chapter - I must have forgotten.

Part 1: http://www.theonering.com/docs/9902.html
Part 2: http://www.theonering.com/docs/10143.html
Part 3: http://www.theonering.com/docs/10355.html
Part 4: http://www.theonering.com/docs/10482.html
Part 5: http://www.theonering.com/docs/10757.html
Part 6: http://www.theonering.com/docs/10954.html
Part 7: http://www.theonering.com/docs/11150.html
Part 8: http://www.theonering.com/docs/11304.html
Part 9: http://www.theonering.com/docs/11439.html
Part 10: http://www.theonering.com/docs/11595.html
Part 11: http://www.theonering.com/docs/11798.html
Part 12: http://www.theonering.com/docs/12295.html
Part 13: http://www.tolkienonlien.com/docs/12515.html
Part 14: http://www.theonering.com/docs/12955.html
Part 15: http://www.theonering.com/docs/12955.html
Part 16: http://www.theonering.com/docs/13251.html
Part 17: http://www.theonering.com/docs/13606.html
Part 18: http://www.theonering.com/docs/14852.html
Part 19: http://www.theonering.com/docs/15827.html

It's been a long time. I owe it to you:

Ahahahaha!
Hahahahaha!!
Hahahahahaha!!
Bwahahahahaha!!!!!

Note: as for the poem, which I posted last time, I would like to use it (and an ending) in the next part. So if you want to write an end, please do and give me permission to use it (or write one w/o permission.) Last time I only got one ending which, with permission, will be a possible. In any case, this part is dedicated to that writer:Bree379

Again, here's the start:

Flying away on wings of gold
Is just a story, told by the old
To the young, and likely sort
Who later join the last resort
And become what they think is grand,Fighting monsters in a foreign land
And never gaining a true family
I know this is true; it happened to me.
And let me say this, to you who know not
For it is something I never forgot:


Note: Don't worry, in the next part there will be more of Frolijah, not just Alice. I'm just having troubles.

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