Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings, don't own any of the characters, I wish Legolas was mine, blah blah blah.

Chapter 1: Boredom and Flowers the Size of Gandalf's Head

Rivendell is known to be a cheery, happy, bright place. A beautiful sanctuary for Elves and welcomes all races. A place where everyone can sit back and forget his or her troubles. Has this place ever been known to be unhappy? Probably no. Well that was soon about to change. Less then a week before the Fellowship set out for Mordor to destroy the dreaded Ring, a terrible event occurred...Rivendell had become boring.

The Fellowship lounged around the orchards of Rivendell, searching for something to cure the boredom, which had a terrible grasp on them. The four curly headed hobbits lay upon the luscious green grass and stared up at the sky as if seeking for a sign of something to do. Gimli son of Gloin stood and rested his head on his great battle-axe, trying to look unaffected by the boredom. Every now and then Gimli would drift off into sleep and start to sway, wake up suddenly, sway, wake up, sway, and wake up again. The constant swaying looked like an unusual ritual that none have ever seen before. Finally, Gimli finally gave up and fell to the ground with a thud and began to snore loudly. Legolas attempted to look bright and happy as he sat in a lovely tree, but boredom was clearly written on his fair Elven face and in his eyes. When no one was looking his eyes would often flutter and he'd lean back against the tree's body. Gandalf sat on a large boulder, studying spell books and maps with battered pages and faded ink (sounds like fun). Anyone who glimpsed at Gandalf would say that he was deep in thought, plotting make a mental map of their route to Mordor, while he was actually sleeping the way wizards do with their eyes open and everything. Aragorn was sharpening his sword on a boulder, the boulder that Gandalf happened to be sitting on. And Boromir was sitting off all by his lonesome, convincing himself that he was better than Aragorn, and boasting about how strong he was, and that Minas Tirith was the best place to live, and going on and on and on about how Gondor needs no king.

"Merry, I'm bored!" Pippin cried piteously to his companion of mischief. Merry grunted in reply, too bored to even talk. No evil plots of disturbing the peace of Rivendell could be conjured in his mind.

"Mr. Frodo," said Sam. "Are you sure about this journey? Frodo? Frodo!" Sam shook Frodo's motionless form as he stared up at the clouds in a daze, mumbling nonsense.

"I see...I see a yellow square from a far off land. And there's a small child with a pink hat and two fairies are with him. And oh, the poor children," Frodo started to giggle girlishly as jumbles of un-comprehendible mumbles erupted from his mouth.

Strider gave up sharpening his sword, for if he sharpened it any further he'd have a pointy needle instead of a pointy sword. He thrashed his arms about frantically in aggravation, sword in hand and nearly chopping Gandalf into french fires.

"This is infuriating! There is absolutely, positively, without-a-doubt, nothing to do!" Aragorn cried out and poked Gandalf in the rump by accident.

"OUCH! Fool of a Took!" Gandalf roared and bopped Pippin on the head with his long wooden staff.

"Owww! That wasn't me Gandalf," Pippin whined, rubbing his head where a nicely sized bump was starting to form.

"Oh. Well then, Fool of a Ranger!" Gandalf roared and then bopped Aragorn on the head with his long wooden staff.

"Owww!" Aragorn cried and poked Gandalf with his sword.

Gandalf hit Aragorn with his staff and Aragorn poked Gandalf with his sword. The little poke-bopping war lasted for about three minutes and seventeen seconds until a cloud of purple smoke poofed out of nowhere and Elrond walked out of it. As Master Elrond walked out of the smoke, big flowers the size of Gandalf's hat started falling from the sky. Everyone stopped watching the war waged between wizard and ranger to gape at Elrond with expressions of confusion and awe. Elrond smiled smugly and raised his arms in a wide and friendly manner.

"My dear Fellowship, as you know, I am a master of healing and I have the cure you seek! This boredom spell which has been cast upon Rivendell shall be broken."

Everyone continued to stare at Elrond with dropped jaws.

A/N: Well? What do you think? This is my very first fic so please be nice. Please review and if there are any flames (though they make me cry ;; ) please be gentle! I bruise easily! Please tell me if this sucks at all. And please give me any suggestions and ideas on how to fix it or what to do in upcoming chapters. I seem to be a magnet for writer's block.

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