Encounters, Part One
During Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring. When Gandalf stopped by to drop off the letter for Frodo in the Prancing Pony.
"Hullo, Gandalf. I haven't seen you in a while!" Butterbur exclaimed. He set down a tankard in front of the wizard, spilling a little of the ale on the table. Another empty tankard sat by Gandalf's hand already, and the old man looked up.
"Hello, Butterbur. What an odd name... Butter... bur. Are you buttery?" Having seen more than enough drunks in his line of work, Butterbut just rolled his eyes and walked back to the bar. Obviously, Gandalf had just come in from a long journey, and wasn't in the mood to talk. Not that he'd be like to make much sense anyway.
LATER
"Gandalf? I think you've had enough. You've downed three pints... and you're obviously tired. No more," Butterbur said, in a voice he hoped was firm. The wizard had entered the bar about an hour and a half ago, and since had downed three pints. He had asked for a fourth, but Butterbur had to put his foot down, especially when it came to an old friend.
"Oh? Haven't you heard? I am no longer Gandalf... I am... *Gan-dalf*!" The wizard exclaimed.
"What's the difference?" Asked a confused Butterbur. He usually didn't pay any mind to drunk ramblings, but this had his curiosity peaked.
"There's a dash in there. I am now Gan-*dalf*."
"Sure..." Butterbur backed away, and fled. A few minutes later, another man brought Gan-dalf another tankard of ale.
LATER YET
Gandalf watched as a Man passed by, and then sat at a table next to him. A few minutes later, the Man turned around, and asked, "You're Gandalf the Grey, right?"
"Oh, no. I am Dan-Galf... There's dash in there. Hear it?" The Man looked uneasily at Gan-Dalf, who was slurring now, and shifted away slightly.
"Okay, Dan-galf... so you're looking for..." Agitated, the wizard waved his hands at the Man. The stranger looked nervous, mumbled something about needed more ale, and fled.
Gan-Dalf blinked confusedly, and then frowned. He rose, and threw his tankard across the room. He immediately jumped up on the table, and slurred, "Atten-shun. I... I-I am no longer Dalfgan... I am Dan-*galf*!"
No one spared the drunken wizard a glance; drunks were all too common here. Butterbur saw what was happening, and shook his head. "Old friend, you have to learn not to drink while tired. Last time..."
THE NEXT MORNING
Gandalf woke in his usual room in the Prancing Pony. He looked around, immediately wincing when he looked out the window directly into the sunrise.
"Agh..." Butterbur entered the room at that moment, and seeing Gan-dalf, "Ah, you're awake. And having a nice hangover, I've no doubt. Fancy a coffee?"
"What happened?"
"Well, you got drunk again, Gan-dalf."
"Why are you saying my name like that?"
"Well, you were rather adamant about it last night... at least this time, you didn't start dancing..."
-Okay, well this was a new type of fanfic for me. I've never really written humor before, so... did you like? Plz review, and if you want, maybe I can come up with some more; suggestions are welcome. Review! ~Cayt~
During Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring. When Gandalf stopped by to drop off the letter for Frodo in the Prancing Pony.
"Hullo, Gandalf. I haven't seen you in a while!" Butterbur exclaimed. He set down a tankard in front of the wizard, spilling a little of the ale on the table. Another empty tankard sat by Gandalf's hand already, and the old man looked up.
"Hello, Butterbur. What an odd name... Butter... bur. Are you buttery?" Having seen more than enough drunks in his line of work, Butterbut just rolled his eyes and walked back to the bar. Obviously, Gandalf had just come in from a long journey, and wasn't in the mood to talk. Not that he'd be like to make much sense anyway.
LATER
"Gandalf? I think you've had enough. You've downed three pints... and you're obviously tired. No more," Butterbur said, in a voice he hoped was firm. The wizard had entered the bar about an hour and a half ago, and since had downed three pints. He had asked for a fourth, but Butterbur had to put his foot down, especially when it came to an old friend.
"Oh? Haven't you heard? I am no longer Gandalf... I am... *Gan-dalf*!" The wizard exclaimed.
"What's the difference?" Asked a confused Butterbur. He usually didn't pay any mind to drunk ramblings, but this had his curiosity peaked.
"There's a dash in there. I am now Gan-*dalf*."
"Sure..." Butterbur backed away, and fled. A few minutes later, another man brought Gan-dalf another tankard of ale.
LATER YET
Gandalf watched as a Man passed by, and then sat at a table next to him. A few minutes later, the Man turned around, and asked, "You're Gandalf the Grey, right?"
"Oh, no. I am Dan-Galf... There's dash in there. Hear it?" The Man looked uneasily at Gan-Dalf, who was slurring now, and shifted away slightly.
"Okay, Dan-galf... so you're looking for..." Agitated, the wizard waved his hands at the Man. The stranger looked nervous, mumbled something about needed more ale, and fled.
Gan-Dalf blinked confusedly, and then frowned. He rose, and threw his tankard across the room. He immediately jumped up on the table, and slurred, "Atten-shun. I... I-I am no longer Dalfgan... I am Dan-*galf*!"
No one spared the drunken wizard a glance; drunks were all too common here. Butterbur saw what was happening, and shook his head. "Old friend, you have to learn not to drink while tired. Last time..."
THE NEXT MORNING
Gandalf woke in his usual room in the Prancing Pony. He looked around, immediately wincing when he looked out the window directly into the sunrise.
"Agh..." Butterbur entered the room at that moment, and seeing Gan-dalf, "Ah, you're awake. And having a nice hangover, I've no doubt. Fancy a coffee?"
"What happened?"
"Well, you got drunk again, Gan-dalf."
"Why are you saying my name like that?"
"Well, you were rather adamant about it last night... at least this time, you didn't start dancing..."
-Okay, well this was a new type of fanfic for me. I've never really written humor before, so... did you like? Plz review, and if you want, maybe I can come up with some more; suggestions are welcome. Review! ~Cayt~