Here is some fan fiction based on the universe of the Chronicles of Narnia. This was originally a book series written by C.S. Lewis and later turned into a film series. However, while there are seven books, only three movies were made.
If you ever read the books, and you should, then try to read them in chronological order and not the order in which they were published. My correct order is:
- The Magician’s Nephew
- The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
- The Horse and His Boy
- Prince Caspian
- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
- The Silver Chair
- The Last Battle
Here’s my own contribution: some Narnia fan fiction. It’s pretty bad. I must warn you in advance. The following story is a sequel to
The Swansong of Platinum and The White Witch
You should be able to understand this story without reading that one, but for the full character arcs and to get all the references you should read both.
In the beginning there was the The Deeper Magic..
Peter and Lucy Pevensie were entering the room.
“Hay Lucy Pevensie” said Peter
Lucy Pevensie was looking unhappy though.
“Bad news Peter. We are broke”
“Hu? But after our last adventure we were rich”
“Yes, but after tax’s we are broke. In fact we owe money now because taxes are high for rich people”
What will we do?” said High King Peter to Lucy Pevensie
“We need to make a lot of money to pay of the tax else our iggloo in which we live will be repossed!”
Just then, the TV which was on all this time changed to a news announcement.
“..And the world Swordsmanship championship final starts tomorrow. Aside from the coveted trophy, The prize this year will include 18million euro…In other news, a war…”
Lucy Pevensie shut the tv off.
“Of course!” said Peter
“Swordsmanship! Why didnt I think of that!”
“Yes Swordsmanship – the sport of kings!”
Peter nodded in agreement.
“We can make lots of money doing that and pay of the tax that we owe”
“YES” screamed Lucy Pevensie getting excited.
“But we need a ‘in’ else we wont be allowed in”
“Dont worry! I know someone who can get us into the finals!”
“Oh thats good”
And with that they got into the finals!
The next day, Peter was nervous.
He was good at Swordsmanship, some would say the best. But was he really the best? The best at Swordsmanship on Narnia? Peter was about to find out, as the contest started soon.
Peter thought back to a few years ago.
Happy times, before all the the troubles with Jadis got really bad.
Breaking out of his deep thoughts, Peter decide to go to the Arena early, perhaps do a few laps as a warm up.
Peter casually strolled to the Arena while practicing Swordsmanship.
As Peter walked out he was surprised to see Jadis already there!
The White Witch was clearly upto something. Peter had to find out what it was!
“What you upto The White Witch?” yelled Peter.
“You will never find out!” yelled back Jadis, who wanted to keep her plan a secret.
Frustrated, Peter started practicing Swordsmanship, never taking his eye of Jadis as he did so.
Aslan joined them a few minutes later.
“Hi Peter!” he said
“..and hello…..The White Witch”
“yes. Hello Aslan. Good to see your in the contest too. For now”
But before Aslan could hear what villain had said, it was time to start!
They walked to the start line, and bent down ready.
The crowd was getting big. Many fans had banners saying stuff like
‘Go Peter Pevensie Go Peter Go Peter’
‘Go Go Go The White Witch your the best!’
The starter pulled their bow and arrow out and got ready to fire.
Aslan, Jadis and Peter all waited with anticipation.
Aslan started breathing heavily
Jadis tensed. Ready to go.
Peters skin glowed with excitement
The starter fired the bow and arrow…..at ASLAN!
ASLAN COLLAPSED instantly. Jadis started Swordsmanshiping, laughing manically as she did so.
Peter was in shock, and raced over to Aslan.
“She shot you!” but why?
“Owww…I am shot bad”
The starter stared at their weapon.
“I didn’t mean too…my bow and arrow acted weird!”
Peter the Magnificent looked at the bow and arrow.
Using his famous forensic skills, Peter made a deduction.
“Yes….this bow and arrow clearly has been sabotaged to shot at Aslan.”
“Typical” said Aslan.
“What now?” said Peter.
“You have to go on” said Aslan, still mildly dazed.
But just then the clack-son went off!
It was half time!
Back at the locker room, Lucy Pevensie and Peter were talking. Aslan had been taken to the hospital.
“How are you ever going to catch up?” said Lucy Pevensie.
The White Witch was leading when half time went. Peter Pevensies time spent seeing to Aslan had cost him the lead.
“Its not important” said Peter.
“Whats important is I know why Jadis wants to win the World Championship Swordsmanshiping contest. Its the prize.”
“hu” said Lucy Pevensie
“I did some research and its really the The Deeper Magic! If she wins the contest they will give her it and there will be nothing we can do to stop her”
“Also she was the one that sabotaged the poor Aslan!”
“poor Aslan ”
“yes poor Aslan ”
“The contest doesn’t matter any more, we must get that The Deeper Magic by winning the contest!’
“But how? How are we going to win”
“I have a plan” said Peter
Just then the horn sounded. Half time was over, and the final part of the Swordsmanshiping contest had begun!
When they restarted Peter the Magnificent quickly started losing.
(Not intentionally mind, it was because Jadis was already winning when the contest stopped for the half time break. When the contest resumed, The White Witch thus got a head start at the Swordsmanship and was in the lead)
“Whatever you plan to do you better do it quickly” said Lucy Pevensie panicking.
“Don’t worry, The White Witch is almost in the position for my plan to work..”
Jadis turned a corner while doing the Swordsmanship..
“NOW!” said Peter!
Suddenly, right in front of Jadis
Edmund Pevensie appeared!
Then he started undressing!
“Hay Jadis, hows things…”
The White Witchs Swordsmanship-ing screeched to a halt.
“Its hot in this stadium in front of all these people isn’t it?”
Edmund Pevensie took his top off. He was wearing tight leather pants too.
Jadis stopped completely, noticeably sweating and swaying back and forward.
“Hay hot stuff” said Edmund Pevensie gyrating on the spot.
With that, Peter Pevensie calmly overtook the unconscious Jadis.
“Wow! that worked great” said Lucy Pevensie
“Indeed, I knew Jadiss one weakness was man candy”
“That’s right….I cant resist them….they make me all wibbly wobbly inside” said The White Witch getting up but still dazed.
It was too late though Peter Pevensie had just passed the finishing line, winning the Swordsmanship-ing contest!
The crowd went wild, Peter took a bow.
Susan Pevensie And Edmund Pevensie danced around Peter cheering.
“The The Deeper Magic is safe now! ” said Peter the Magnificent.
“Till next year at least…..that’s the next time this yearly contest is!”
TO BE CONTINUED (maybe)
Fan Fiction about the TV Series, 24.
The following takes place between 3:00 and 4 pm.
Jack kicked the terrorist hard, shattering his appendix and spewing blood and guts all over the floor. They made a gross plop sound as they hit the concrete.
“You mother-in-law-of-a-bitch I’m going to make you eat my phaser.”
Bauer smashed his blade hard down on the terrorists cutting his ear off. Blood, red blood shot out, splashing everywhere.You could see dripping veins hanging down and broken bones on the floor.
The terrorists screamed in agony and then lunged at Jack Bauer.
The terrorists ripped Bauer’s head off in one move, sending it spinning across the floor.
Bauer’s body slumped down, spraying blood everywhere.
Suddenly, Jack woke up.
“Did you have another bad dream, my love?”, said Chloe.
“You know, i think the terrorists are back, I can feel it in my groin”.
“Oh no, not again.”
“I must go, i must journey alone to defeat him once and for all!”
With that, Jack marched off.
(not forgetting to take his vital tree with them)
A/N I got bored of writing the fanfic as it was so I decided to change things around. I hope u guys like it!!
She was as of yet the most beautiful thingy in the whole of America, Jack Bauer believed her to be. As she faigjt the great villianness the terrorists, her hair bobbed up and down consistently like a rubber duck in a bathtub. She swiped at the the terrorists and was more than anything Jack had seen before. Her beautiful feisty pressure shocked the terrorists’s henchmen into copulating before her.
Loreley, take my sword! said Jack Bauer, and give it to the greatness before us. She will need our legendary sword in order to defeat the great uber-the terrorists
And lo! Loreley did so and the magnificent great mysterious woman took the sword and stabbed the terrorists.
He was defeated. But was the terrorists? Because as Bauer ran towards the mysterious strange beauty of his dreams and was about to share the greatest kiss he had ever given to someone in the history of mankind, the terrorists rose up and fled!
And this is where the story ends…
It has come… to my attention… that some readers… don’t like my art. They say that it’s…it’s all anti-semetic (sxuz me, but what?) and racist. That hurts me a lot. Really… a lot.
Do u know how long it takes me to write my stories? Do u think I like it being stuck at home with nothing to do but writing my soul into my art? My favorite show just ended and I was on team Jacob!
Writing is the only thing that makes me happy, but if that isn’t good enough for u people, then I’m going to call it quits!
Yes, that’s right! I won’t finish this story! You forced me into this 😦 HAPPY NOW?!!!!
I want to thank PrettySnape78 and Tinkersnuggles for beta reading, but I… I… I… just can’t take it anymore.
So long internet. I WON”T MISS U!!
Inside Out Fan Fiction
The following story is a sequel to Forbidden Passions of Anger, which is a story that I posted in one of the Pixar fan forums. I can’t remember which one, but when I do I will post the link.
You might be able to understand this fic without reading what one first, but you wont get all the references and layered subtext I put in. If you don’t read the earlier stuff, take that into account when reviewing, that what seems to be mistakes might be me being deep.
This is the story of one loan heroes struggle to overcome to the forces of evil. This hotness’s name: Joy!!!”
On a cold September, after my great adventures, I was wondering what to do that week. I had picked up my life from where I left it and wanted to make something from it. Then all the sudden a strange woman appeared on my doorstep. She was hidden beneath a long cloak and had long brown nails on her fingers. Her dirty hair fluished down from beneath the cloak and she had glowing eyes!
“You are not who you think you are!” said the strange woman.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“You are not who you think you are,” she said again with a mysterious crackling voice like a bad radio transmission.
“I still don’t understand you?” I said.
“Here, take this,” she said and gave I an Buddy Christ.
“Take this and give it to your parents or guardian, they will know what to do with it! But first, eat this sandwich.”
She handed me a ham and cheese sandwich and with that she disappeared before my eyes!
I was confused but thought that I had to do something. But rather than going to my parents or guardian, I decided to show it to Fear.
“Oh no,” said Fear, “you must forget about this!”
“Why?” I enquired, “what do you know?!”
“I… I can’t tell you. My dear Joy, I didn’t think it would be this soon!”
“What?!” I yelled, “are you keeping things away from me?!”
“It’s …. it’s for your own good! You cannot know this!” said Fear and before I could do anything, Fear had escaped my grasp.
“No! Dammit! When will I ever know the truth?!”
I was feeling depressed. One of my best friends abandoned and betrayed me. It hurt. So I wanted to find Disgust. After their adventure, I and Disgust had been spending a lot of time together. I kind of started to like her and after I had only recently discovered that I was bisexual, Disgust seemed like the perfect girl to be around with!.
So I went to Disgust and told the whole story. She listened to me without saying a single word.
Then she said: “WTF, this is sooo big”
And I said: I know! Do you know a way to find out what is happening? Why is everyone hiding things from me?!”
Disgust sighed and said: “You have always been special, I and not just to me.”
“How do you know that?”
Disgust looked at the hand mirror that I had received and said: “it kind of looks like the Prime memories, doesn’t it?”
“could be…but it might not be…but, yeah,certainly it might be”
“Whatever it is, I can recognise it quite well. And I think,” Disgust said, “that perhaps the mysterious woman wanted you to find something inside of you.
“Inside? Like my heart?”
“No, don’t be silly, like a mamory. Think about it, if your parents lied to you and now Fear doesn’t want to talk to you about your background, perhaps there is a hidden memory in your head!”
Disgust’s logic was flawless. So I had to try it!
So I concentrated on the object. immeditately I felt drawn into it. It stated ouit as a vague, fuzzy thing like when you wear glasses and there is a lot of moisture in the air and you see a cock on the horizon.
But then it turned out that there was a secret memory, hidden beneath the vail layer of self-loving in my head.
And within that memory, a burning figure appeared. It was Jangles! In hell…
I was confused. I didn’t think that memory would be in there, and yet it was there, burning like the heart of a newborn star and the centre of the earth.
I was as of yet the most beautifyl thingy in the whole of California, Joy believed me to be. As I faigjt the great villianness Jangles, my hair bobbed up and down consistantly like a rubber duck in a bathtub. I swipped at the Jangles and was more than anything Joy had seen before. My beatiful feistful pressure shocked Jangles’s henchmen into copulating before me.
Serenity, take my sword! said Joy, and give it to the greatness before us. She will need our legendary sword in order to defeat the great uber-Jangles”
And lo! Serenity did so and the maginificent great mysterious woman that was me took the sword and I stabbed Jangles.
He was defeated. But was Jangles? Because as Joy ran towards me (I was the mysterious strange beauty of her draems) and was about to share the greatest kiss she had ever given to someomne in the history of mankind, Jangles rose up and fled!
So we defeated Jangles the clown and everyone was satisfied!
Jangles the clown: what do you mean, it’s not over yet?! I’m invincible!
Me (Serenity): No No, back into your coffin!
Jangles: Grrrr. You will never get me in my box. I am too large and too sexy!
Author: Ohh no, it looks like the characters still want a story!
Me: of course we do! Or cake. I love cake!
Jangles: Well I’m gonna steal your cake!
Me: Noooo! Whats going to be my dinner now!?
Jangles: mhuahahaha, life isn’t worht living without caaaaaaaaake, so just die already will you?!
Me: OK, Ur right, life isn’t worth living without the awesomeness of cake. Farewell bitter world of cakelessness!
Anger: chotto mate-ah!
Jangles the clown: huh ;^_^;
Disgust: domo desu-ka @_@?
Me: Caaaaaake, need cake. Like brains, but cake!
Anger: well, I want you, how about that?
Anger winked at me, but I wasn’t into men .
But Disgust was all hot ‘n that, I thought. So
I Left the and looked for a nice bed to crawl into together and maybe more Me: Oh definitely more, I’m going to rip your clothes off and rub my cock curator and your lovebox until we achieve perfect femlovin’!
Author: well, looks like they’ll be busy for a little while. Cake?.
Jangles: Nooo the cake is a lie. Gimme it!
I hope you liked my fan fiction about Inside Out. In case you’ve never seen the movie or forgotten about the characters, take a look at the trailer here:
Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Who doesn’t love Harry Potter? I have read all the books, seen all the films (several times) and even played a bit of Pottermore. Following up on my fan fiction about Lord of the Rings, another fantasy epic, here is my latest story, Harry Potter and the 1/16th Blood General.
You know you’re going to love it…
Hermione felt really depressed one day. She had just found out that she was adopted. Her real parents turned out to be nobles from Europe. They had a upper class tower and were mighty rich! But she had none of that richness around. It made her feel pretty bad about herself so she listened to some good music.
But long she did not have to be depressed as Harry came in and kissed her in her special place (they had fallen in love at the end of the story see). And he said: “I love you so much, it hurts. But fortunately I like pain, as I am into that stuff. But I know you are hurt now and not in the sexy way. What is wrong with you? If you feel bad then I feel bad. But not in the sexy way.”
So the witch told him the whole story. He was shocked to hear this and said “I’m really shocked to hear this! Your parents are monsters!”
“All four of them, I don’t like them. As much as I don’t like Luna!”
And that was a lot because Hermione knew that the bespectacled boy hated Luna because she was unbelievably stupid and fat.
But the Brunette took out a letter, “This had just arrived,” said Harry.
Hermione opened the envelope and inside was an invitation:
“Most Esteemed the witch said the message”
“You are cordially invited to the royal ball of your parents. Your real parents, miss.”
“We hope to see you soon. Most esteemly yours, Dutchess!”
Oh my, said Hermione this is rad!. But the gryffindor was a little sceptic: “Maybe it’s a trick.”
“Why?” said Hermione
“Because there are…. rumours. Of Voldemort still being around!”
“Surely he could not come all the way to Europe!?” said Hermione Granger confidently because she didn’t think that Voldemort could travel that far.
“Hurm,” said Harry contagiously, “we just have to be careful.”
“Hold on,” exlciamed the smartest witch of her year, with a twinkle forming in her eye, “there is something else in the invitation!”
“Princess Hermione, hereby we also bestow upon you the keys to the cage of a flying unicorn your parents have provided you with. Also, whenever you hold this key in your hand, your powers are increased”
Hermione was really happy with that but also felt a little bad for Harry. After they had a reaction ship, the green eyed boy had taught her his Magic and she picked it up really well! She was now even better at Harry at the Magic!
So they went and picked up the flying unicorn. It was really quick and agile and flew around them like it really enjoyed itself! It took a moment but with enough training and perversion, Hermione trained it to her will! Now they could go and visit their parents!
But little did they know that the invitation was not from the bushy haired girl’s european noble parents, but from the strange witch instead! And she had teamed up with Riddle!
Meanwhile Raven was sorted into Slitherin.
Arriving at the mysterious shack, Harry found that there was an item laying on the table in the shack. Around the shack was a mysterious circle drawn in sand or perhaps salt.
“Be careful” said Ron who as usually was cowardly squatting behind Harry Potter. The seeker carefully maneuvered into the shack and on his tiptoes and scuttled forward. The floorboards beneath his feet croaked and Harry could hear a loud hummer coming from the table. There the Horcrux laid. Right there for his taking.
But the gryffindor was clever. The gryffindor knew it was a trap!
So Potter said to Ron, “Why don’t you take it, it looks safe.”
And the freckled boy was like “Oh, well, if you’re sure, I will!”
Harry slowly paced backwards and let him to do the taking. The chosen one knew that if it was a trap, Weasley would be triggering it. And then Voldemort would get him, but not him. Potter knew Ron wouldn’t mind sacrificing himself for him. He always said that.
But fortunately when the blue eyed boy grabbed the Horcrux, nothing happened. Except they were cowardly attacked by security guard’s!
They hoped into the shack and fired shurikons at them, but they managed the dodge them quite well (by hiding behind eachother).
They then sneaked away by using the furniture and table as cover for them.
But now with the Horcrux in their hands, they could take the dark wizard straight on!
Meanwhile Raven was sorted into Slitherin.
Harry followed the screaming till he reached his brother, who was being tortured.
“Harry! Over here! quick! help me! It hurts”
“And not in the good way :(”
Then the chosen one saw the final boss, who had been torturing his brother.
Harry shot bullets from his pulse pistol really fast and the bullets went WAM! and hit Voldemort in the eyes and then he couldn’t see.
“I will never make love to you again,” lied Harry “We were such good lovers!”
Harry said “Eat This!” and punched Voldemort in the eye and the Voldemort went to his knees.
Harry said “He is dead now, you is safe.”
“Glade I could help, brother”
“But you should come earlier next time!” and they laughed.
Guardians of the Galaxy Fan Fiction
This is a fan fiction piece based on the world and characters of Guardians of the Galaxy. I saw the first film last year and am so excited that the new film is coming out in a few months.
Have you seen the trailer yet? It’s really good.
On to the fiction..
Nothing was darker than the stars, the old sage had told Peter Quill.
And he also told Quill that virtue is the best property in a person. And that Peter Quill could be the legendary Chosen One that the prophesies of old and dank and darkness had spoken about.
Oh yes, the Prophecy. That what had made Quill lay awake at nights. Of course Gamora had asked what was up with Quill.
“Of course,” Peter Quill would always say, “there is nothing going on, dear. Go back to sleep.” And in their minds they’d fill in “You don’t have to worry about the terrible burden I will have to carry for the rest of my life”
Because everyone knows, prophesies have a nasty way of coming true. And this one was about to come true spectacularly.
But before everyone got themselves ready to go after Thanos, there was one thing Quill wanted to take care of.
He had to introduce Rocket Raccoon to his parents. (A/N he’s ghey, read my other stories how that happened.)
Quill had been thinking for it for a longitme. His parents were the worst. Uppity, pathetic and homophybic
But Peter Quill had told them that he finally got engaged and that he would introduce Rocket Raccoon to the family before they would make it official (A/N there is geymarriadge in The Galaxy. If you want to know how htat happened, read my other stories!)
“Uuuuurgh,” Peter Quill said while while fishing
“I can handle it,” Rocket Raccoon said
“You don’t know my parents!” Quill said.
“I know, but if they created you, then they can’t be that bad,” Rocket Raccoon spoke wisely.
“I noooooo but it’s still…uuuuuurgh.”
“We’ll just go there and I’ll impress them,” Rocket Raccoon said manly
Then Starlord snugged deeper into Rocket Raccoon’s arms. He felt safe there. Peter Quill knew that whatever would happen, Rocket Raccoon would protect him.
The day of the dinner had come. Quill and Rocket Raccoon took a shuttlecraft to his parents.
They came into a dining room and the table had already laid.
“Ah, you’ve finally arrived,” Starlord’s mom said and she looked at Rocket Raccoon, “You’re late.”
“It wasn’t her fault,” Rocket Raccoon said always as protective of Peter Quill as he was. “It was the weather.”
“Sure… sure…” Mom said and she went back to the kitchen.
“Wow,” Peter Quill said, “she didn’t even shake your hands.”
“Oh well,” Rocket Raccoon said manly. Oh gosh, that nonchallant way. Exactly the reason why Peter Quill had falled in love with the man.
Quill was busy swooning over his fiancé when his dad came in.
“Boy,” dad said and the stared at Rocket Raccoon.
Rocket Raccoon shook his hand politely.
“Ah, you’re here too,” dad said to Peter Quill, “Help your mother out, it’s time that the men have a conversation.”
“uuuuuurgh,” Starlord said and went into the kitchen. He hated how his dad considered him less than a man. Only because he was the ‘girl’ in the relationship didn’t mean he wasn’t manly at all!
Then Peter Quill’s mother made him do all sorts of annoying useless jobs. After all, as mom said, people like them were inheritly used to these sorts of things.
Then dinner came. Peter Quill was told to take the food in while mom and dad already sat down. Peter Quill wasn’t even allowed to see where Rocket Raccoon went off to.
Just before he carried in the first plate of food, he felt something weird. Like a crosswire went down his back, tingling all along the way down. Something was off, but Peter Quill was still too annoyed with his parents!
Then Peter Quill carried in the meal. But no one was there. Instead, at the end of the table, Thanos sat!
Thanos laughed at him, “My my, that apron looks lovely on you!”
Peter Quill threw down the meal and flexed his muscles. Oh, he had been waiting for this moment. Not only was Thanos going to feel the fullest extend of Peter Quill’s rightious fury, Quill could also unleash his frustration with his parents!
He threw the dish at Thanos like a disco. But as it hit his archnemesis, it turned out it was a hologram!
“If you want to see your parents again,” Thanos said, “come to my Hut”
Peter Quill felt conflicted. On one hand, Peter Quill hated his parents, on the other, he still needed them for the wedding!
Rocket Raccoon came in and said: “We should save your parents.”
“But uuuuuuurgh,” Peter Quill said.
“No we should. I talked to your dad, and he really does love you.”
A/N: I got bored and stopped writing, sorry.
Lord of the Rings Fan Fiction
Aragorn and his friends were Striding
They always enjoyed Striding to relax when things were getting stressful. They thought nothing Striding all the time – it was just a way of life.
But things were different today.
Someone was watching them enjoy Striding, and it was starting to get creepy.
“The creepy guy is creeping me out”, said Arwen.
“Yes, me too. ”
Just then the man walked over too us.
“I am a talent scout”
“Owww…THAT explains it”
“Aragorn, I have been watching you while you did some Striding. Your skilled. VERY skilled.”
“Oh, yes, Aragorn is great at it” said THE LONG HAIRED WOMAN.
“INDEED. maybe the greatest. Look at Aragorn’s body. His ankle! His arm! His nose! Its like he is built for Striding! Every aspect of his perfect physique built for that one divine purpose. ”
“I am thus going to officially invite Aragorn to the Striding championship!” continued the talent scout.
“We are going to the championship!?” said Arwen
“Yes, the ticket has a +1. And you both go straight to the final!”
“But you will be fighting against someone else that made it to the final…someone you know well….Sauron!”
“Then its settled” said the longhaired man. “We go. We cant let the man of lies win at anything. Even Striding.”
So they left for the stadium.
A little Later, Arwen Undmiel was taking a crap.
She was having trouble though.
It felt like days passed and still no sign of release.
“Help..Errrr… ahhhh! Christ! when is this epic poo gonna pass!?” The beautiful woman exclaimed, Her face wincing with effort.
She made every effort in her little girl body to expel this demon thing from her curvy back side.
Just as The daughter of Undmiel was going in for another push..
Without warning the bathroom door suddenly burst open unexpectedly. Ahhhh!
“Well hello…The black haired woman” a seductive noise whispered from the doorway.
A shadowy person stood leaning against the door frame. Her deep, sensual voice which Arwen knew immediately. Her mind began racing and a nervous sweat began pouring from her face.
“The lady of Lothlorien… is that you? wha- what are you still doing awake…?”
She appeared in nothing but a towel, seemingly ready to take a steamy shower.
However She couldn’t with The long haired woman near by….they were like family now.Lady Finarfin was like Her father.
Any sane person would never allow their own father to see them in the nude. Right? RIGHT!!?! SHIT!”
“Oh I felt dirty from questing all day…ya ever feel dirty Arwen Undmiel?”
“Y-Yes, I mean NO! NO! NO! Never” Arwen Undmiel shrieked, She became so immensely worked up he cleaned her colon clear of the demon feces that had been clogging it. His voice also cracked like he was 13 again, but in comparison to the loud flatulence she just unleashed, who cares? The strong woman heard though, and giggled like a adorable baby girl laugh. It sent tingles all up Arwen Undmiel’s spine.
“Oh you’ve always been the shy one in the family, The black haired woman…”
Arwen was not shy, at all. She defeated the man of lies and blew up His evil machines for Christ’s sake! and now she suddenly found herself speechless. Was She going to see his metaphorical father literally naked? Little did he know, that was merely a sprinkle on the banana split of carnal pleasures that was to come.
“..the shy and excitable one.” said Galadriel Finarfin finishing the sentence She started earlier.
“Wh-what the…” and before The daughter of Undmiel could send the third word out of Her mouth..
..The strong woman’s towel dropped to the floor, revealing her swimsuit underneath.
The long haired woman noticed everything on her instantly. Her soft butt,her magically gravity-defying breasts and the tiny thingy colored birth mark on her butt, which made Her feel funny…as She had one there too.
Still, the sight of her near perfect body caused The beautiful woman to feel funny in places she had never felt before.
“hehe oh my The half-elven woman…you’re more impressive than I thought.”
“uh… ye-yeah, th-thaaanks Lady Finarfin, you’re cute too.” THIS IS SO WRONG! It raced through her head at lightning speed. But the beautiful, wet, soapy body that stood before her spoke otherwise. Her shapely body was everything The half-elven woman could want …in a body to make use of. Yet did family like relationship matter?..
But just as The half-elven woman was committing. Committing to a path that they couldn’t go back from.
The longhaired man burst into the toilet!
“What are you too upto?”
“Err..nothing” said The beautiful woman as she causally slipped her pants back on.
Galadriel Finarfin, who Aragorn didnt notice, picked up her towel and backed out slowly.
“I was just having a shit…see?” The black haired woman gestured to her shit.
“Oh, thats a shit all right! One hell of a shit!
Ok, if your done we better go”
So The half-elven woman put her other pants on and left. She had a serious case of blue balls, but at least her anus didnt feel so bad now.
As she walked out The lady of Lothlorien whispered one word. A word fall of hope.
The half-elven woman Giggled.
Fortunately, their traveling companion was as oblivious as ever, and didn’t notice.
The next day, Aragorn was nervous.
He was good at Striding, some would say the best. But was he really the best? The best at Striding on Middle Earth? Aragorn was about to find out, as the contest started soon.
The Heir of Isildur thought back to a few years ago.
Later on, frodo awoke sam at night.
He looks longingly at Sam
“What is it Mr Frodo sir?”
“I cant do it Sam.”
“Cant do what Mr Frodo”
“The ring, it weighs too much (not literaly, metaphor), I cant carry it any more.”
“I love you mr frodo sir, but not nesscerily in a gay way. just in a man love way.”
“I know Sam. But it doesnt help.”
“I wish it did, I wish my love for you could help mr frodo”
Suddenly, then, Gandalf appeared. He looked with amusement at the hobits.
“Maybe it can” he said as he cast a spell.
“What did Gandof do mr frodo?”
“I cast a spell” said Gandalf.
“Now your love will help frodo carry the ring”
“I can feel it, the ring is lighter thanks to your love now”
“Dont mention it mr frodo sir”
And he didnt ever again, but deep down he new Sams gift of love was saving him from the rings evil.
Happy times, before all the the troubles with Sauron got really bad.
Breaking out of his deep thoughts, The Heir of Isildur decide to go to the Arena early, perhaps do a few laps as a warm up.
Strider casually strolled to the Arena while practicing Striding.
As Aragorn walked out he was surprised to see The lord of Morder already there!
Sauron was clearly upto something. The Heir of Isildur had to find out what it was!
“What you upto The lord of Morder?” yelled The Heir of Isildur.
“You will never find out!” yelled back Sauron, who wanted to keep his plan a secret.
Frustrated, Aragorn started practicing Striding, never taking his eye of Sauron as he did so.
Legolas joined them a few minutes later.
“Hi The Heir of Isildur!” he said
“yes. Hello Legolas. Good to see your in the contest too. For now”
But before Legolas could hear what villain had said, it was time to start!
They walked to the start line, and bent down ready.
The crowd was getting big. Many fans had banners saying stuff like
‘Go Aragorn Go Aragorn Go Aragorn’
‘Go Go Go Sauron your the best!’
The starter pulled their hand cannon out and got ready to fire.
Legolas, Sauron and The Heir of Isildur all waited with anticipation.
Legolas started breathing heavily
The tempter tensed. Ready to go.
Aragorns skin glowed with excitement
The starter fired the hand cannon…..at GREENLEAF!
LEGOLAS COLLAPSED instantly. Sauron started Stridinging, laughing manically as he did so.
The Heir of Isildur was in shock, and raced over to Legolas.
“He shot you!” but why?
“Owww…I am shot bad”
The starter stared at their weapon.
“I didn’t mean too…my hand cannon acted weird!”
The longhaired man looked at the hand cannon.
“Yes….this hand cannon clearly has been sabotaged to shot at Legolas.”
“Typical” said Legolas.
“What now?” said Strider.
“You have to go on” said Legolas, still bleeding.
But just then the clack-son went off!
It was half time!
Galadriel winked at The half-elven woman when no one else was looking.
“Later” she mouthed at her silently so no one could hear.
As Greenleaf was carried taken to hospital by stegosaurus, Aragorn and Arwen retired to the locker room.
The sorceror was already there, still grinning.
“Oh what a shame. Legolas isn’t going to compete any more. Even doing nothing I’m going to come second. You know…I might just let you win..out of my….generosity… ” Sauron sniggered again.
With that The sorceror left out the backdoor.
“Gosh darn-it” The long haired woman said. “The man of lies drives me mad! ”
“You know, I think he had something to do with Legolass accident ”
Aragorn was thinking. Hard.
“The tempter is never generous. Lack of generosity is his number one defining characteristic. Well, that and evil”
“That means…” said Arwen, her slow cogs working.
“…He wants to come second!” said Aragorn, thinkingly.
“Do you think thats…”
“….because he wants the second prize medal!” said Strider, winning again.
“It must be because the second prize is really Ring ”
“Yes, now that Iook at the second prize I notice it now. Its clearly the Ring”
“That explains why someone would want to become second!”
“So we have to beat the tempter by being the best at coming second? How are we going to do that…you have never lost before! ”
“I know” said the longhaired man. “I am not sure I know how”
“You got to though. Just this once you got to come second!”
“No I cant. But I have an idea….you could compete!”
“Me?” said Arwen Undmiel, surprised. “Do they even allow girls like me to do Striding?
“Yes, its a modern contest, a few girls have already competed. I’ll win the contest as normal, and you will come second. You can do this!”
“Ok Aragorn, I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you”
Then the Gong went again, the final leg of the Striding contest had begun!
Later, The long haired woman and The female Elf were alone again.
“Its Later” said The female Elf, pulling The beautiful woman towards the bathroom.
“But what about the others?”
“I’ll just tell them you are helping me shower. They wont suspect a thing”
“True. They are all idiots”
Then, suddenly, The lady of Lothlorien was naked. Arwen Undmiel wondered how She did that. She must have been nearly naked this whole time!
The shower turned on…
..The beautiful woman was already.
Galadriel lathered up good and fine. The soap dripped off Her body at a seductively slow pace. Arwen Undmiel could not contain the powerful urge of excitement that raced through Her veins.
The alluring look of her nudie comrade became too much for her to fathom and her body started sweeting.
There The daughter of Undmiel sat, Her gold pants pulled quickly down at his ankles, on a toilet full of poop with Her bodly fluids on full display, eyes bulging from Her face.
The blonde giggled as Arwen Undmiel’s dignity shriveled and died, but The beautiful woman had always enjoyed that delightful snicker, even after She found out She was Her own flesh and blood.
“Well…wh-what do we do now?” The long haired woman said, desperately trying to sound suave.
“It. We do it.”
“we do it?”
…and with that Galadriel jumped on Arwen Undmiel. And they cuddled and hugged a lot.
“I love you The female Elf”
“I love you too The Evenstar….lets get married”
And they did!
The black haired woman looked especially radiant in a dress. Later, after their honeymoon they continued their adventure (with non of their friends any the wiser)…..
The daughter of Undmiel and Aragorn stepped into the arena again.
The tension was high, like a tree, high.
Aragorn could feel it.ARWEN COULD FEEl it.The tempter could feel it. The crowd could feel it.
This contest was about to get real!
“Good luck” said Sauron snearingly at them.
“Maybe you will even win” he said while laughing manically.
“I know what your upto …and that’s why The daughter of Undmiel is also going to compete! You will never come second Sauron!”
“Yes, that right I am competing!” said Arwen while climbing into her Striding-ing outfit.(getting dressed behind a screen out of view, of course!)
“It doesn’t matter you will still lose”
“You mean she will come second?”
“Yes. At coming second. She will lose at coming second.”
“NEVER” screamed The Evenstar! Just as the starters wand went of.
With that everyone started Striding-ing frantically.This went on for the normal 5 hours. It was a tight contest, the crowd was on the edge of their seats. Sauron and the beautiful woman were sweating oceans of wetness.
It was getting near the end now and Sauron could see he was losing. Suddenly he whipped out his bow and arrow and used it on Arwen at point blank range.
Arwen collapsed. It was only a mild blow but it was enough to put her out of the contest.
Aragorn rushed back.
“Are you ok!?!”
“You have to come second. Its our only hope now”
The longhaired man turned to the contest judge but they had been looking the other way and saw nothing.
“Ha! See you cant defeat my cunning!” said the man of lies.
“No I’ll beat you! I beat you good like a song with a good beat like Wannabe!” said The longhaired man who was starting to do Striding again frantically.
“Thats not a good song” said The tempter who was right.
“I’ll beat you anyway”
They argued as they Stridinged, and the crowd was still on the edge of their seats.
Suddenly Aragorn slowed down!
“Ha!” said Sauron triumphantly….as he went past the finish line!
“I’ve won I’ve won!! I’ve won the world Stridinging champion contest!”
“Yes. And I’ve…come second” said Aragorn.
“What…..NOOOO……you tricked me into winning!” said Sauron upset.
But it was too late The tempter got the first prize award and Aragorn got the second place award…which was really One Ring!
Sauron left the arena with his first prize sad and depressed to go back alone to his basement.Strider triumphant took the second place prize…..the first he had ever got…..and run held it up to the crowd who cheered like mad but they didn’t really know why.