| Americans in Middle-Earth |
| "Attention all passengers, if you would please fasten your seat belts, Flight 3971 from Newark to Middle-Earth is now approaching Grey Havens International Airport, and we should be landing in about five minutes. We hope you have had a pleasant flight, and that you will to use E�rendil Airlines for your future flying needs." "Of course we will," said Sam. "They've got a monopoly." "Come on, Samantha," Freddy told his sister, "We're lucky to be here at all." "I know," she said. "I was just saying." Freddy looked across the aisle at the only other two passengers. "You guys ready for this?" he asked. "Of course," replied Marty. "We've been waiting most of our adult lives for this," added Perkins. "What adult life?" said Marty. "You've never even voted." "Neither have you," he retorted. "Only because there was never a candidate worth voting for..." The argument continued until the plane taxied to a stop, and they grabbed their luggage and stepped out. The travel agency (Aelfwine Inc.) had recommended that they bring only carry-on, but Sam had managed to stuff enough in her two bags to fill a closet, and had had to ask Freddy to stow a few important things for her. "Do you need help with that?" asked Marty. "I'm fine," she insisted. She looked around. "Where can we get a taxi?" "I don't think they have taxis in Middle-Earth," Freddy told her. "Oh. Right. I knew that." "Haven't you ever read The Hobbit?" Perkins asked. "I was going to on the plane," Sam said, "but I fell asleep." She had mainly come because Freddy insisted that it was the chance of a lifetime. Fantasy wasn't really her thing. |
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