Bored in P.E. Class
Author's Notes: My first fic, and I don't even think it's very funny. Just something that my crazy friend and me dreamed up during- P.E. class! Disclaimer: I forgot about this. I don't own anything! Wahh!
Gandalf stopped, eyes wide as he stared at the monstrosity before him. "Balrog," he murmured.
"Yes, it is I, wizard," the creature boomed.
"It's been a long while since that night club, creature."
"Don't remind me, I was drunk."
"Never mind," Gandalf said lightly, raising his staff. "You cannot pass!"
"What? Hey? Can't hear you!" the Balrog yelled gleefully. He took a step towards the wizard, blood lust gleaming in his flaming eyes.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf roared.
~*~*~*~*~*
"So, what did you do last night," Legolas asked Aragorn.
"Well, me and my buddies tried to go see The Two Towers. I was mobbed by a bunch of screaming fangirls," Aragorn said.
Legolas' eyes grew wide. "What next?"
"You don't wanna know."
Aragorn has a sudden vision of Trinity whacking fangirls on the heads with a club screaming, "MINE! MINE! ALL MINE! HE'S MINE SO BACK OFF!"
~*~*~*~*~*
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf screamed. In a mad fury, he slammed his staff into the bridge of Khazad-dum.
CRACK! Gandalf peered down, a sense of doom filling his senses. All he saw was. empty space.
"Ahh!" Gandalf did a very good impression of Wile E Coyote and fell downwards. The Balrog laughed.
"Ha ha! Stupid wizard!" he roared. He leaped over the gap in the bridge and stomped on the Fellowship. The hobbits got stuck in between its toes.
"HELP!" they screamed. Frodo got a demented look in his eyes.
"There is only one way to win," he said in a disembodied voice, pulling back his shirt to reveal- a prosthetic shoulder made of brightly colored wires and metal. "They had to give me this after those Ringwraiths stabbed me." He pressed a button on his shoulder.
"NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sam screamed.
"Self destructing!" Frodo yelled.
"Later," Aragorn and Legolas charged up the stairs, thoughtfully abandoning the rest of the Fellowship.
"3."
"2."
"1."
"Have a nice day."
Author's Notes: My first fic, and I don't even think it's very funny. Just something that my crazy friend and me dreamed up during- P.E. class! Disclaimer: I forgot about this. I don't own anything! Wahh!
Gandalf stopped, eyes wide as he stared at the monstrosity before him. "Balrog," he murmured.
"Yes, it is I, wizard," the creature boomed.
"It's been a long while since that night club, creature."
"Don't remind me, I was drunk."
"Never mind," Gandalf said lightly, raising his staff. "You cannot pass!"
"What? Hey? Can't hear you!" the Balrog yelled gleefully. He took a step towards the wizard, blood lust gleaming in his flaming eyes.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf roared.
~*~*~*~*~*
"So, what did you do last night," Legolas asked Aragorn.
"Well, me and my buddies tried to go see The Two Towers. I was mobbed by a bunch of screaming fangirls," Aragorn said.
Legolas' eyes grew wide. "What next?"
"You don't wanna know."
Aragorn has a sudden vision of Trinity whacking fangirls on the heads with a club screaming, "MINE! MINE! ALL MINE! HE'S MINE SO BACK OFF!"
~*~*~*~*~*
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Gandalf screamed. In a mad fury, he slammed his staff into the bridge of Khazad-dum.
CRACK! Gandalf peered down, a sense of doom filling his senses. All he saw was. empty space.
"Ahh!" Gandalf did a very good impression of Wile E Coyote and fell downwards. The Balrog laughed.
"Ha ha! Stupid wizard!" he roared. He leaped over the gap in the bridge and stomped on the Fellowship. The hobbits got stuck in between its toes.
"HELP!" they screamed. Frodo got a demented look in his eyes.
"There is only one way to win," he said in a disembodied voice, pulling back his shirt to reveal- a prosthetic shoulder made of brightly colored wires and metal. "They had to give me this after those Ringwraiths stabbed me." He pressed a button on his shoulder.
"NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Sam screamed.
"Self destructing!" Frodo yelled.
"Later," Aragorn and Legolas charged up the stairs, thoughtfully abandoning the rest of the Fellowship.
"3."
"2."
"1."
"Have a nice day."