I don't own any of the LOTR characters, ect. This is my first fanfic, so please R & R (read and review)! Note: This is just the intro. The rest of the chapters will be longer!

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"Why not?" pleaded Gandalf, "Legolas is way on the other side of the forest surrounding Rivendell, and his bow is just asking to be played with—I mean used!"

"I don't know..." Pippin hesitated, "The last time I tried that, I had to get stitches... thirty of them... in my forehead!"

"Oh poo you," replied Gandalf, swiping up Legolas's bow and an arrow. He strung the arrow and pointed it at Pippin's head, "Ha! Ha! You're dead!"

Pippin gave a girlish shriek and dove downward, covering his head with his hands. "That's not funny!" he screeched.

"Don't be such a baby," said Gandalf, aiming the bow away from Pippin and into the trees. "Besides, I am The White Wizard (note my importance). I think I can handle a bow without hurting anyone." He absentmindedly dropped his finger from the bowstring, the arrow flying off with a twang. "I mean, seriously!"

There was a sickening "thwonk".

"Oww!" cried Legolas, only a few yards away, "Oh my... I don't... I don't feel so good..." he moaned, crumpling to the ground.

Pippin stared in horror first at the fallen elf, then at Gandalf, still holding the bow.

"Umm... oops?" Gandalf added lamely.

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