Really short, really random. I just wrote this for the punchline at the very end. so don't blame me for the sucky quality.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
Fellowship Game Night
"Hahaha!" Pippin cackled at the rather unfortunate Legolas as the pretty boy elf landed on Boardwalk...which happened to have a hotel on it. "Pay up, sucker!"
As Pippin reveled in his triumph and Legolas tasted bitter defeat, the rest of the Fellowship was about doing other business; Sam was wondering about the quality of farmland for Marvin Gardens, Frodo's ridiculously blue eyes were welling up with tears because he had to mortgage Pennsylvania Avenue, Gandalf was stroking his beard thoughtfully, Gimli was stuffing his face with Pringles, Merry was plotting Monopoly word domination (Who would've thunk?), and Aragorn was snatching up the dice to take his turn.
The dice clanked and clattered until coming to a halt. "Three!" Aragorn cried, moving his adorable widdle puppy dog to the Chance square. He picked up a card. Eyes widening gradually as he read its contents, he said aloud, "Go to jail. Go directly to jail."
He began to move his puppy dog around, preparing to go across Boardwalk and Go, when suddely Gandalf leaped up and smacked the puppy away from Aragorn. The puppy became lost underneath Elrond's couch, never to be seen again, but none of this mattered to Gandalf as he bellowed at Aragorn, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS GO!"
Sam facepalmed. "The fandom milks that phrase too much..."
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