Subject: Heh~
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Posted on: 2009-04-11 01:55:00 UTC

3. friendship over no bounds
three friends end up in middle earth seperated and have to fight in the war for the rings disclaimer i do not own anything from the tolkiverse


Max blinked and looked around. He'd just been smoking pot down behind the changing rooms on the park with his best mates, and now he was in this whole other place. There were men in armour rushing all over the place, and people were yelling in a strange language and everyone was carrying absolutely lethal looking swords.

Determined to find out what was going on, Max went up to one of the men yelling orders. Before he could say anything the man turned and glared at Max, before grabbing his arm and dragging him towards one of the buildings that men were coming from.

Half an hour later, Max was wearing the same armour as everyone else, with a white tree emblazoned on his chest and a sword at his side that he had no idea how to use.

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Tim sat uncomfortably on the horse he'd been given, shifting slightly to try and ease muscles sore from several days of riding. It'd been years since he was last on a horse, but he still remembered some of the basics, which was all to the good since he didn't think any of the men surrounding him were about to give lessons to a beginner. Not that he would understand them at any rate, since none of the bastards seemed to speak English. He'd been conscripted into an army whose language he didn't speak and whose weapons he couldn't use, to fight a war that he didn't even know the meaning of.

'If I was gonna slip through the Rift or whatever, why couldn't I have ended up in the Napoleonic era or later. Somewhere with guns,' he thought, 'not swords and spears and shit that doesn't even make a decent noise when you use it.'

A horn sounded and the column of horses unfolded into a line. Tim found himself near one of the ends, but not so near that he could slip away unnoticed. He knew what would come next now that a line had been formed, and for all his bravado normally, he didn't want to kill a man for a reason that he wasn't sure of. He didn't think that the other side would give him a choice though.

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Stuck in the middle of a marching column of armed men, James felt like he was going to die. When he'd been found by the side of the road, alone and dazed, he'd been given a sword and shoved into the column. Everywhere he looked the men were as dark-skinned, or darker, than he was. There wasn't a white person in sight, and James was starting to get the bad feeling that white people would be the enemy.

Ahead, lying limp in the still air, he could see a red flag with a black serpent on it, all the way at the front of the soldiers. It was heavily guarded, the spear points of the men around it gleaming in the sun, and James quickly decided to stay away from anything that required that much protection. Between that and the monster elephants at the very back, James reckoned he'd be lucky to survive his 'own side', let alone the enemy.

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