| Welcome to the Official Site of DIE FRODO DIE |
| It all began one day in sixth grade with no other than Harry Potter. It was Rachel and I, plus a close friend at the time named Lilian. We were young and naive, but not too naive. We began one day, Rachel and I, a notebook as like a chatroom, with the characters of Harry Potter in the realm of Harry Potter. Little did we know, that spiral notebook would change our pathetic lives. In our hands, Hogwarts was anything but a school. Lily came and turned the magic world upside down as Dumbledore's granddaughter, Ron and Malfoy became friends, Hermione gained seven thousand pounds, and in the trial of who was Lily's child's father, Harry simply got lost. Well, that was then. This... is now. |
| In the tumult of switching schools (elementary, to middle, to high) our taste buds have blossomed and we've moved on from Hershey's to truffles. We have long since lost Lilian in the notebook; to be honest, she hardly took place in the spiral bound wonder at all. But she contributed enough to be mentioned. Now there will be no Lilian in this notebook, no person quite like her either. It is simply that of Rachel and I. As it was said before, we have moved on. We have caught bigger fish. We're frying them as I type this out, hot oil scorching their scaly skin that we neglected to peel off, severing their soul and body which we forgot to kill before, its cries rising from the pan like a zombie from the grave, lust in its eyes for the demon we have created in the notebook of fear, the notebook of doom, the notebook ---!!!!! |
| *takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. In. Out. In. Out.* I'm okay..really.. I'm alright. Frankly, I planned this all out, so it would take many many lines to get the the point of these lame intro, in a feeble attempt to express myself about this subject. Needless to say, I've just been babbling. And now for what you really want. The juciness! |
| Eighth grade brought a drought of entertainment... Until Lord of the Rings premiered in theatres. It was only 4 months of nothing, thank god, And obsession set in. Elijah was my fetish, and I was a proud owner of a homemade Frodo plushie. That was only the beginning of the insanity I would develop with one of my best friends. That friend just so happened to be Rachel, again. It took long enough, half a year approximately, to find our idea for a notebook like the one on Harry Potter and twist our own verison of LotR. Like the Harry Potter fic, LotR spawned something new, something radical, something considerably more inappropriate than the original. Now, there are real fight scenes, and I draw them out for several pages. Detail is graphic and characters are more developed. I think, that even if you don't read Tolkien, you will enjoy this as a stand alone component. Its not necessarily a must-read.. especially if you don't like the butchering (figuratively and literally) of a character. There will be plenty of that, I assure you. |
| I have made sure that I have included profiles of the characters for your reference. I reccomend reading them before you read the notebook. It will give you a bit of insight regarding their personalities (in case it wasn't obvious) and who plays them and at what periods in the story. And without any further adieu, the notebook.... |
| --Hope Stragey, co-author of the notebook California, 2002 |
| Rachel Was Here! Muahahahahaaaa! |
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| What the hell are these ducks doing here? |
| Note to people: All text in a different color than the majority of the page is type by RACHEL!!! (and it's generally gonna be green, except for on the Cainell page where the text was already green...) |
| The page needed a bit of color..... Sorry. |
| Last update: May 10, 2003 |
| Brought to you by: Hope Stragey and Rachel Gee! w00t! |
| Note to people: instead of going to every single page and making a "Home" link, we will allow you to use that nifty little Back button on your browser. ^_^ |