This is a continuation of my story: An Arrow, a Knock on the Head, and a Strait Jacket, but easily stands alone. So you can read this, then go and read the previous one, if you want. :)

I do not own Lord of the Rings, ect. Please read and review!


"A tree?!" Merry asked with disbelief.

Pippin nodded his head, an impish grin on his face, "Uh huh." He shifted his position on the Rivendell living room floor. "You should have seen it!"

Suddenly the door slammed open, and Legolas and Gimli strode into the room, arguing about which was better, bows or axes.

"My axe beats your bow by a mile!" growled Gimli.

"Please!" cried Legolas, "My bow is far superior!"

Merry and Pippin broke out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Gimli looked at the hobbits, feeling a twinge of annoyance. What if they were laughing at him?

Merry giggled, "Hey Legolas," he teased, "How's Marcia?"

Legolas blushed a very un-elf-like shade of red.

Gimli questioned the blushing elf, a look of amusement on his face, "Marcia?"

"Yeah!" Pippin yelled enthusiastically, "You see, Gandalf was playing with Legolas's bow and accidentally hit him (Legolas, that is) on the head. And then, Legolas fell in love with this tree named Marcia, and then—"

"I did not!" protested Legolas.

"Yes you did!" Pippin insisted, "I was there!"

Legolas screamed, "No I didn't! I—"

"I'm not a liar!" Pippin fumed.

"Then you are certainly very ill informed!" raged Legolas.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Merry chanted, eyes wild with anticipation.

"Quiet!" Gimli glared at Merry.

The hobbit stopped momentarily.

"Now," Gimli stepped between them, "No need to tear each other to pieces," there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, "at least... not yet."

"Fight! Fight!" Merry began to chant again.

"Will you just be quiet," said Gimli, beginning to get annoyed, "You're not helping things any."

"Fine," Merry sighed.

"But Gimli," Legolas insisted, "That..." he glared at Pippin, "meddler needs to be taught not to mess in other people's business."

"And he called me a liar!" Pippin pointed an accusing finger.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Be quiet Merry!"



Boromir breathed in the fresh air of Rivendell. It felt good to be back.

"Boy," he said aloud, "Everyone sure is going to be surprised to see me again. I can't wait to see the look on their faces!"

Shouldering his pack, he continued his trek towards the last homely house, a long strip of toilet paper trailing off his shoe.


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