The Fellowship had been travelling for countless days, maybe even weeks, and just now they were nearing the doors to Moria.

Meanwhile, far above them, in an unseen place where they were hidden from view, sat the authors.

‘So, Anny, whatcha want to do today?’

‘Hmm, don’t know.’

‘Hey, did you see that wierd musical about the man-eating plant?’

‘Yeah, why?’

‘Because I just had an idea that will make our day.’

Far down below them, the Fellowship continued on its way, unaware as to the looming terror they would soon be a part of.

Just as they reached a cliff overhang, the Fellowship were distracted from the task at hand by a strange sound coming from above them. They looked up in unison to find Galadriel, Arwen, and Eowyn singing.

“Little shop, Little shop of horrors. Bop-shi-bop, little shop of terror. Little shop, Little shop of Horror, No-oh-oh-no-oh.” Then, they suddenly stopped, and disappeared seemingly into thin air. Everyone looked around them as a clock started to tick. Upon seeing nothing, they tried to ignore it and continue with their mission.

“What were they doing?” Aragorn asked. He was somewhat concerned about having seen his girlfriend appear and disappear without warning. And the fact that she’d been singing a seemingly pointless song on top of a mountain.

“I’m not so sure I want to know.” Frodo stated.

As the gate came into their sight, they noticed a sudden silence — the ticking had stopped. And before anyone could do anything about it, Aragorn opened his mouth, and said:

“Look at that. Six o’clock and we haven’t sold so much as a fern. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow.”

Rosie’s voice was suddenly heard, coming from nowhere in particular.

“You don’t mean…”

“You can’t mean…” Sam continued, finding to his alarm that he was unable to stop himself.

“What? What don’t I mean? I’m outta business. Mushnik’s Flower shop is finished. No one buys flowers when you run a flower shop on Skid Row,” Aragorn said, unwillingly.

There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to figure out what had just happened.

Far above them, there sat two authors with a huge tub of popcorn and equally huge drinks. They were both grinning like chesire cats.

‘See, I told you this was going to be good.” stated Yami with a grin.

‘Well, you were right. I’m enjoying myself already.’

‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’ There was a long pause before Yami continued. ‘Uh, Anny, I just thought of something.’

Anny looked up from the popcorn kernel she had been determined to toss into her mouth. ‘What’s that?’

‘I kind of forgot about the deaths in Little Shop of Horrors.’

‘So, you’re saying that you just remembered after putting irreversible will on them for this story to happen, that two of them are going to die?’

‘Yeah, pretty much.’ Yami said sheepishly. Anny sighed.

‘Well, this fanfiction is only rated G, so we’d better give them a chance to avoid the whole death thing.’

‘Yeah, guess we’ll have to.’

The Fellowship hadn’t moved from their position since the strange events had occurred.

Gandalf suddenly noticed everyone go still around him. Even though no one had dared move for fear of some evil presence, Gandalf (being a wizard) could still sense that everything had stopped in its tracks.

‘Hey there, Gandalf!’ A voice called cheerfully from above him. Instinctively, he turned his face skyward to try and see the source of the voice.

“Who goes there!?” yelled Gandalf in as confident a tone as he could manage.

‘The authors!’ the voice yelled back, which was answered by yet another ominous voice.

‘Authoresses!’

‘Right, sorry, forgot.’ Gandalf never turned his head from the sky, as he was still attempting to see where the sources were coming from. Then something clicked — authors? Oh no, not another fanfic, he thought.

‘Oh yes, another fanfic.’ To Gandalf’s startled look, the voice replied: ‘Hello, we’re the authors… Sorry, authoresses. We can see everything you think and say.’ Another voice continued.

‘Anyway, you see Gandy, Anny and I were bored, and so we decided to see what would happen if the Fellowship started to become the characters of a musical called Little Shop of Horrors. The one problem is that, unless you do something, two of your friends are going to be killed.’ Gandalf shot a shocked look towards the sky.

“Can’t you just reverse whatever it is you did?” he asked.

‘Of course we can’t. If we did, there wouldn’t be any story.’

“But, what am I supposed to do about it?”

‘Gandalf, I’m sure you of all people can figure out something. But, uh, please don’t let anyone get killed.’

“But, I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to do.” He looked pleadingly towards the sky, hoping for more instructions, but very soon he heard his friends.

“Is everything alright Gandalf?” Legolas asked with concern, gazing up to see if his elf-eyes could see what was troubling his wizard friend. Gandalf decided it was best they didn’t know.

“Nothing is wrong, my friend. Let us go to Moria,” he said, forcing a smile. It seemed to work, because everyone started heading towards the gates. But as soon as the last of his friends had gone ahead of him, he frowned. How was he going to save his friends?

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*This is my first story and I’m not even sure if I’m updating right, but please R&R.*