"M - E - R - R - Y!" Samantha Gamgee screamed out, waving her brightly coloured pom-poms around in the air as the rest of the cheerleading squad tried to keep up with her random jumps and waves. Boromir, the deputy head cheerleader, tugged at her skirt which was a little too short. Pippin eyed her with interest from his vantage point on the bench.
On the court, Merry passed the basketball to Frodo, who squealed girlishly and ducked. He ball bounced out of court. The crowd groaned.
"Come on, Frodo, you can do it!" Sam shouted nervously. The Shire Shooter were two points down from the Mordor Musclers, with four minutes left on the clock. This was the game, the grand final. The whole school had turned up, even the teachers and druggies (and those who were both). Even the school warthog, Gimli, was there. He was the mascot.
A hush fell over the crowd as Frodo stepped up, being awarded (god knows why) with two shots. His hands were shaking, and he was wondering, stricken, when he had last conditioned his hair.
"Frodo, Frodo, he's our *man*....if he can't do it, no one can!" The cheerleaders called. Merry turned towards them and opened his mouth, as if to argue. But just as he was about to say that, someone let out a muffled scream and pointed towards the doorway. There stood Legolas (the school stud) buck naked, and ran across the court screaming loudly, "GO THE SHOOTERS!" and disappeared out the door on the other side.
A moment of silence, and then a single voice screamed out, "GOD HE'S HOT!" Everyone turned to stare at Aragorn, who blushed. "...what?"
The referee made a disgusted expression and passed the ball to Frodo for a shot. He missed the first shot so completely that Sam was sure he did it on purpose. However, a member of the other team shouted "SHOT" as he shot the next shot, totally putting him off and by a total fluke, he got it in.
The crowd cheered, but Frodo felt let down. The whole season and he hadn't gotten a single goal, barely touched the ball, and now in the last minute, he messed up his perfect shot.
After the ball was put in play, Merry quickly got possession off the other team and dribbled down the court.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" the crowd shouted out, as the clock ticked down. Merry took a shot and...
...it went straight in! The orc-like opposion didn't look too pleased. The cheerleaders waved their pom-poms like they'd never been waved before and screamed out Merry's name. Frodo grinned and waved his arms in the air in a V for victory. Everyone ignored him and ran towards Merry, lifting him up on the heads of the crowd.
"Hey..." Frodo said indignantly. "You know I did get that goal in. Hey! Look at me! I won the game for you, almost!" Sam blushed and batted her eyelashes and smiled at Frodo flirtatiously.
"I really liked the way you handled that ball, Frodo." She said, walking up to him.
"Maybe you could have a go at handling my ball," Frodo said and they walked off into the sunset together.
A/N. I have self-restraint. I could have made a comment about dribbling....
On the court, Merry passed the basketball to Frodo, who squealed girlishly and ducked. He ball bounced out of court. The crowd groaned.
"Come on, Frodo, you can do it!" Sam shouted nervously. The Shire Shooter were two points down from the Mordor Musclers, with four minutes left on the clock. This was the game, the grand final. The whole school had turned up, even the teachers and druggies (and those who were both). Even the school warthog, Gimli, was there. He was the mascot.
A hush fell over the crowd as Frodo stepped up, being awarded (god knows why) with two shots. His hands were shaking, and he was wondering, stricken, when he had last conditioned his hair.
"Frodo, Frodo, he's our *man*....if he can't do it, no one can!" The cheerleaders called. Merry turned towards them and opened his mouth, as if to argue. But just as he was about to say that, someone let out a muffled scream and pointed towards the doorway. There stood Legolas (the school stud) buck naked, and ran across the court screaming loudly, "GO THE SHOOTERS!" and disappeared out the door on the other side.
A moment of silence, and then a single voice screamed out, "GOD HE'S HOT!" Everyone turned to stare at Aragorn, who blushed. "...what?"
The referee made a disgusted expression and passed the ball to Frodo for a shot. He missed the first shot so completely that Sam was sure he did it on purpose. However, a member of the other team shouted "SHOT" as he shot the next shot, totally putting him off and by a total fluke, he got it in.
The crowd cheered, but Frodo felt let down. The whole season and he hadn't gotten a single goal, barely touched the ball, and now in the last minute, he messed up his perfect shot.
After the ball was put in play, Merry quickly got possession off the other team and dribbled down the court.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" the crowd shouted out, as the clock ticked down. Merry took a shot and...
...it went straight in! The orc-like opposion didn't look too pleased. The cheerleaders waved their pom-poms like they'd never been waved before and screamed out Merry's name. Frodo grinned and waved his arms in the air in a V for victory. Everyone ignored him and ran towards Merry, lifting him up on the heads of the crowd.
"Hey..." Frodo said indignantly. "You know I did get that goal in. Hey! Look at me! I won the game for you, almost!" Sam blushed and batted her eyelashes and smiled at Frodo flirtatiously.
"I really liked the way you handled that ball, Frodo." She said, walking up to him.
"Maybe you could have a go at handling my ball," Frodo said and they walked off into the sunset together.
A/N. I have self-restraint. I could have made a comment about dribbling....