Disclaimer(AKA, the stuff we already know): Quite obviously, I don't own these characters. I mean…dude. I'm not THAT much of a genius.
A/N: Andddd another drabble written for 100moods 100moods. using the prompt "Playful". I should really put these in a single document and just put them as separate chapters, but I'm kinda too lazy for that. :3 Not really the best one I've written, but y'know. It's just meant to be silly.XD
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A child's laughter came from the depths of the mysterious tent-like structure that was pitched just outside the citadel. It was a glorious morning with the sun shining on the city's white walls and a feeling of warmth riding on the breeze. All was fairly ordinary…except for that strange thing standing beside the citadel's walls. It was haphazardly made--nothing more than a large wool blanket draped over four wooden stools, but young Faramir stood before it and gazed in wonder.
"Boromir?," he called out timidly. "Are you in there?"
"Yes, I am in here," an older, slightly annoyed voice snapped from within. "What do you want?"
"What are you doing in there?"
An exasperated sigh. "Secret things. Now go. Go away."
"What KIND of secret things?," Faramir persisted, wanting nothing more than to be invited to join his brother inside the blanket fort.
There was another sigh and a moment in which the scratching of a quill was the only sound to be heard. A hand emerged from the folds of the blanket and propped a scrap of parchment against the fort. In scrawling and childish handwriting, it read "NO FARAMIRS ALOWD". Faramir, who could not yet read, just stared at it, confusion written all over his face.
"See?," came Boromir's voice. "No Faramirs allowed. Sorry, little brother. I don't make the rules. I just enforce them."
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Somethingorother Years Later...
"Really, now! Will you seven PLEASE come out of there and stop messing around?"
"I'm sorry, did any of you hear something?," a voice came from within a large fort made from blankets draped across low-hanging tree branches.
"Yes! That was Aragorn. He wa--," Legolas began.
"I didn't mean it literally," Boromir hissed in reply.
"Maybe he wants to come inside?," Pippin suggested.
"No, he can't come in. Cause, you see..." there was the scratching of a quill against parchment and suddenly a hand pulled aside the blankets to hold a sign out to the abandoned ranger. "See here? No Aragorns allowed."
"...You wrote that."
"You can't prove that! Maybe Gimli wrote it!"
"...Gimli can't write."
"You can't prove that either!"
"I--Now see here! We have to get to Mordor and we can't do so if the Ringbearer is held captive inside a blanket fort!"
"Well, sorry, Aragorn. I don't make the rules. I just enforce them."