A/N: So, this is the first scene of my epic story, the Lord of the Phones! Sorry, got a little carried away there. So, a little background. My friend Vibeka and I wrote this story over the course of an entire year. Our inspiration was originally to make a movie, but we discovered that it would be almost impossible to make what we had planned, so we chose just to write the script and leave it. We though it would make a perfect fanfic, so here you are. A lot of the jokes that we put in can only be understood if you really know the movie. You'll still get the idea if you don't though. Hopefully you enjoy it and I'll be posting more soon. Thanks!
Narrator: Three Androids for the elven-kings under the sky, seven Verizons for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine AT&Ts for mortal men doomed to die. One iPhone for the Dark Lord on his dark throne, in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. One Phone to rule them all, one Phone that's awesome, one Phone that's really cool and in the end will kill them, in the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. Sauron the Dark Lord arose, and began the conquest of Middle Earth. Men and elves stood to meet this new power, and fought against it. The final battle at the gates of Mordor, the dark lord's realm, was the one which would decide the fate of the world...
(Men and elves are engaged in a water gun fight with Sauron's orc armies. Isildur, the king of Gondor, shoots Sauron with a water gun and kills him. Sauron drops the one iPhone and collapses to the ground. Isildur looks at the iPhone.)
Isildur: Hey! Look! It's a phone! (He picks up the iPhone and starts texting.)
Isildur's Text: This phone is now going to be an epic token of my victory against Sauron. 'Cause I'm awesome.
(Elrond, the leader of the elf troops and a recipient of one of the Androids for the elven-kings, walks up to Isildur.)
Elrond: Isildur, you have to destroy the iPhone! Quick! Bring it to Mt. Doom and throw it into the chasm where it was forged.
(Elrond and Isildur are in Mt. Doom. Elrond is standing near the edge. Isildur is standing farther back playing Angry Birds on the iPhone.)
Elrond: Drop it in!
Isildur: No, Elrond. I won't. I have to finish Angry Birds first. (He turns away and walks out, leaving Elrond shocked and afraid.)
Narrator: After many years, Isildur lost the one iPhone. He was so attached to it, that he despaired, and died. Although the Dark Lord had been defeated in that battle, and his physical body was destroyed, his spirit lingered on. His life force was tied to the iPhone. As long as it existed, he still lived. And he slowly gathered his forces, for the day when he would rise again as a new power. Many years later...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first installment. More will be coming very soon, since the entire story is sitting in my computer, waiting to be published. I must also warn you, it took up about 97 pages of Microsoft Word, so this will be very long. See ya!