Sock Wrestling, Dwarves, and Elves
By Mary R
Posted with her permission by her sister.
I know you probably don't want to listen to me; you want to get to the story. But, I need to make a few quick notes about this short story. So please bear with me for a moment.
This story is very crazy, not all based on the true story of LOTR. Basically this story was written by a bunch of silly girls, high on caffeine and loaded with junk food. Don't click the back button yet! It really isn't as bad as you might think. If you need a short laugh, something to brighten your day (or night), this may be just the thing for you.
The story was concocted through a writing game called Ghost Writers. You have a limited amount of time to begin a story. Then the story is read by the next person in the circle and added to by that person. And so it goes on, 'til the story comes back to the original author. It makes for a very crazy story. Sometimes the products are very quite hilarious. So, hold onto your computer chair and get ready for a brief time of amusement. (I hope!) I understand if you don't like it. What is funny to some, aggravates others.I will appreciate it if reviewers would speak their minds, and I don't mind if they are blunt. But please don't be mean. No one likes to be flamed!
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Legolas screamed: "Aauugh!", as Gimli jumped out of the bushes. The Elf's eyes became quite large and an absurd expression covered his face.
Gimli yelled, "Got you!"
Legolas threw a fit of fear. Then he yelled: "That's not fair!"
"Is, too," said Gimli.
"Is not," shouted Legolas.
"That's enough," cut in Aragorn.
"He scared me," whined Legolas.
"Get over it," replied Aragorn.
"But he cheated," whined Legolas again.
"Stop it!" The ranger had had enough of this for now. "You've been complaining for three days straight."
"We dwarves do nothing of the sort," interrupted Gimli. "Why once I heard a story about my twice removed uncle's cousin's daughter. She never whined once in her whole life, and she lived two hundred years. That is especially long for dwarves, even though our life spans are much longer than humans . . .," Gimli bragged.
"I give up," Legolas moaned. The dwarf was too much for him, for any self- respecting elf.
"Let's sock wrestle," suggested Gimli.
"Elves don't sock wrestle; they shoe wrestle," commented Legolas.
"Well dwarves don't show wrestle," replied Gimli firmly and proudly.
Aragorn shook his head hopelessly at the two. They were quite the pair.
"My cousin's step sister's husband said that every year there is a big arena where people shoe wrestle, and I'm going this year," bragged Legolas.
"I hope you lose! I hope you lose!" Gimli did everything but stick out his tongue to act like a six year old.
"Shut up," said Aragorn.
"I'm going to win. It's the family tradition started by my great grandfather's uncle's wife's aunt." The elf was almost nauseating to the future king of Gondor.
"I said: shut up," he snapped.
"Shoe wrestling is my specialty," Legolas continued, unmindful of his friend's aggravation with him.
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Later that year at the shoe wrestling arena . . .
"Legolas son of Thranduil has won seven times in a row! Aragorn, heir of Elendil, son of Arathorn, has won six times in a row. He is working on his seventh. And Gimli, son of Gloin, has won eight times in a row," declared the announcer.
"I thought dwarves didn't shoe wrestle," exclaimed Legolas.
"That's why I'm wearing sandals," Gimli cleverly replied.
The End!!
By Mary R
Posted with her permission by her sister.
I know you probably don't want to listen to me; you want to get to the story. But, I need to make a few quick notes about this short story. So please bear with me for a moment.
This story is very crazy, not all based on the true story of LOTR. Basically this story was written by a bunch of silly girls, high on caffeine and loaded with junk food. Don't click the back button yet! It really isn't as bad as you might think. If you need a short laugh, something to brighten your day (or night), this may be just the thing for you.
The story was concocted through a writing game called Ghost Writers. You have a limited amount of time to begin a story. Then the story is read by the next person in the circle and added to by that person. And so it goes on, 'til the story comes back to the original author. It makes for a very crazy story. Sometimes the products are very quite hilarious. So, hold onto your computer chair and get ready for a brief time of amusement. (I hope!) I understand if you don't like it. What is funny to some, aggravates others.I will appreciate it if reviewers would speak their minds, and I don't mind if they are blunt. But please don't be mean. No one likes to be flamed!
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Legolas screamed: "Aauugh!", as Gimli jumped out of the bushes. The Elf's eyes became quite large and an absurd expression covered his face.
Gimli yelled, "Got you!"
Legolas threw a fit of fear. Then he yelled: "That's not fair!"
"Is, too," said Gimli.
"Is not," shouted Legolas.
"That's enough," cut in Aragorn.
"He scared me," whined Legolas.
"Get over it," replied Aragorn.
"But he cheated," whined Legolas again.
"Stop it!" The ranger had had enough of this for now. "You've been complaining for three days straight."
"We dwarves do nothing of the sort," interrupted Gimli. "Why once I heard a story about my twice removed uncle's cousin's daughter. She never whined once in her whole life, and she lived two hundred years. That is especially long for dwarves, even though our life spans are much longer than humans . . .," Gimli bragged.
"I give up," Legolas moaned. The dwarf was too much for him, for any self- respecting elf.
"Let's sock wrestle," suggested Gimli.
"Elves don't sock wrestle; they shoe wrestle," commented Legolas.
"Well dwarves don't show wrestle," replied Gimli firmly and proudly.
Aragorn shook his head hopelessly at the two. They were quite the pair.
"My cousin's step sister's husband said that every year there is a big arena where people shoe wrestle, and I'm going this year," bragged Legolas.
"I hope you lose! I hope you lose!" Gimli did everything but stick out his tongue to act like a six year old.
"Shut up," said Aragorn.
"I'm going to win. It's the family tradition started by my great grandfather's uncle's wife's aunt." The elf was almost nauseating to the future king of Gondor.
"I said: shut up," he snapped.
"Shoe wrestling is my specialty," Legolas continued, unmindful of his friend's aggravation with him.
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Later that year at the shoe wrestling arena . . .
"Legolas son of Thranduil has won seven times in a row! Aragorn, heir of Elendil, son of Arathorn, has won six times in a row. He is working on his seventh. And Gimli, son of Gloin, has won eight times in a row," declared the announcer.
"I thought dwarves didn't shoe wrestle," exclaimed Legolas.
"That's why I'm wearing sandals," Gimli cleverly replied.
The End!!