The Fellowship Of The Dodgy Jeep
Notes: Ok, lame title, but I couldn't think of a better title at the moment.I might change it later. This is about the fellowship, but they live in our time.the ring might come into it later, but at the moment they're just friends. Sorry if it's a bit dull at first, it's my first try at something like this and I didn't know how to start off! I put it in the humour section because it's not meant to be taken seriously, even though it might not be that funny. Please review, even if you don't like it; just say why and how I can make it better.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, except for random extras but you can take them if you want. Sorry if anyone has already done something like this before, I'm not stealing your idea on purpose! Ok, now you can read! : P
Chapter 1.House Hunting & Car Trouble
"City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "Guys! Cool it!" yelled Aragorn, fed up with Gimli's and Legolas' constant bickering.
Most of the fellowship sat down at a large McDonald's table in a motorway service station. Gandalf, was holding the 'Properties' section of a newspaper he had just bought. The hobbits had raced over to the food counter as soon as they had arrived. Boromir had gone with them to make sure they didn't spend themselves out of the 'house and home' they didn't even have yet. Aragorn sighed as he looked over at Legolas and Gimli who were still giving each other icy glares. Gandalf began reading out loud when the others had returned with a mountain of food.
"Traditional mid terraced house. Hallway, living room, small kitchen, two bedrooms and ground floor shower. Gas central heating. Small patio to rear."
"Gandalf.there are NINE of us!" stressed Aragorn. ".AND," put in Legolas, "it's in the CITY!!" the others looked at him like he was stupid. "Which is where any GOOD home would be," argued Gimli "but I agree with Aragorn, its way too small!"
"Ok then, how about this one. Large medieval detached property situated on a steep hill. 1 large, elegantly decorated bedroom, complete with en-suite. Large dining hall situated above occupied dungeons and musty servants quarters. Complete with iron gates surrounding the property and rats that wouldn't leave."
"Um, Gandalf? That one kinda freaks me out." whispered Frodo who was shaking like a leaf. Merry and Pippin were hiding under a pile of fries and Sam was cowering under the table. " Yeah, when I said 'country' I just meant 'quiet fields and trees', not 'haunted house miles from civilisation'." agreed Legolas.
"Look, it's late. This place will be closing soon. Why don't we just find a hotel somewhere and start looking properly in the morning?" suggested Boromir who was getting tired of Gandalf's crazy ideas. "Boromir's right, were not getting anywhere right now, lets just finish off here and get some sleep."
So they snatched the few remaining chips out of the hobbits reach, and piled into the old, red jeep, heading off with Gandalf at the rusty wheel. Aragorn was sat in the front passenger seat, with a large, coffee stained map of 'god knows where'. Behind them, the hobbits squashed together, on a battered leather seat. The fellowship soon got bored of travelling. Merry and Pippin were busy pulling the stuffing out while Frodo and Sam kicked the back of Aragorn's seat. Behind the hobbits, Legolas and Gimli were arguing again, this time with Boromir as well. "You cheated!" shouted Legolas. "Did not!" replied Gimli "Did too!" "Did not!" "How can you cheat at 'Rock, Paper, Scissors?!" asked Boromir who had been watching them fight. "Dunno, ask the smelly 'thing' over there, he's the one that did it!" "Forget it Girl-Face! Your just jealous coz I'm the best!" "No your not, your just a cheater! Isn't he Boromir?!" "Well." began Boromir, unsure of what to say. "Boromir! Don't side with the fairy!" "But I." Boromir agued. "Boromir! I thought you were my friend!" yelled Legolas who began hitting Boromir in the shoulder. "Ow! Legg!! Quit it!" cried Boromir, "I didn't say you weren't my friend!" "Then why did you take Gimli's side?!" Legolas questioned why still hitting his target. "I didn't!" Gimli then started hitting Boromir in the other shoulder. "Guys!" whined Boromir. "Aragorn! Make 'em stoppit!" he pleaded looking into the rear-view mirror.
Aragorn, however, wasn't listening. He was studying the map for a place to spend the night. "Ah-hah!" he cried in triumph, causing everyone to look at him suddenly. Even the arguers had stopped arguing. "I've found it! There should be a hotel just round the next bend!"
Everyone was relieved. They'd been driving around in the stuffy, smelly (thanks to Gimli) jeep for over an hour now. They turned the bend, and looked through the darkness at the 'hotel'. "Last time I saw a hotel, it seemed to have a few more walls and a lot less mud." commented Legolas in disgust. "Mud that we're now stuck in," added Gandalf, glaring at Aragorn. "Oops! Just a fly on the map!" Aragorn giggled nervously. "Do you even know were we are?" asked Gandalf, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. "Would it help my case if I said yes?" replied Aragorn, and slid down into his seat with a groan.
TBC.. If you like it ..
Notes: Ok, lame title, but I couldn't think of a better title at the moment.I might change it later. This is about the fellowship, but they live in our time.the ring might come into it later, but at the moment they're just friends. Sorry if it's a bit dull at first, it's my first try at something like this and I didn't know how to start off! I put it in the humour section because it's not meant to be taken seriously, even though it might not be that funny. Please review, even if you don't like it; just say why and how I can make it better.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, except for random extras but you can take them if you want. Sorry if anyone has already done something like this before, I'm not stealing your idea on purpose! Ok, now you can read! : P
Chapter 1.House Hunting & Car Trouble
"City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "City!" "Country!" "Guys! Cool it!" yelled Aragorn, fed up with Gimli's and Legolas' constant bickering.
Most of the fellowship sat down at a large McDonald's table in a motorway service station. Gandalf, was holding the 'Properties' section of a newspaper he had just bought. The hobbits had raced over to the food counter as soon as they had arrived. Boromir had gone with them to make sure they didn't spend themselves out of the 'house and home' they didn't even have yet. Aragorn sighed as he looked over at Legolas and Gimli who were still giving each other icy glares. Gandalf began reading out loud when the others had returned with a mountain of food.
"Traditional mid terraced house. Hallway, living room, small kitchen, two bedrooms and ground floor shower. Gas central heating. Small patio to rear."
"Gandalf.there are NINE of us!" stressed Aragorn. ".AND," put in Legolas, "it's in the CITY!!" the others looked at him like he was stupid. "Which is where any GOOD home would be," argued Gimli "but I agree with Aragorn, its way too small!"
"Ok then, how about this one. Large medieval detached property situated on a steep hill. 1 large, elegantly decorated bedroom, complete with en-suite. Large dining hall situated above occupied dungeons and musty servants quarters. Complete with iron gates surrounding the property and rats that wouldn't leave."
"Um, Gandalf? That one kinda freaks me out." whispered Frodo who was shaking like a leaf. Merry and Pippin were hiding under a pile of fries and Sam was cowering under the table. " Yeah, when I said 'country' I just meant 'quiet fields and trees', not 'haunted house miles from civilisation'." agreed Legolas.
"Look, it's late. This place will be closing soon. Why don't we just find a hotel somewhere and start looking properly in the morning?" suggested Boromir who was getting tired of Gandalf's crazy ideas. "Boromir's right, were not getting anywhere right now, lets just finish off here and get some sleep."
So they snatched the few remaining chips out of the hobbits reach, and piled into the old, red jeep, heading off with Gandalf at the rusty wheel. Aragorn was sat in the front passenger seat, with a large, coffee stained map of 'god knows where'. Behind them, the hobbits squashed together, on a battered leather seat. The fellowship soon got bored of travelling. Merry and Pippin were busy pulling the stuffing out while Frodo and Sam kicked the back of Aragorn's seat. Behind the hobbits, Legolas and Gimli were arguing again, this time with Boromir as well. "You cheated!" shouted Legolas. "Did not!" replied Gimli "Did too!" "Did not!" "How can you cheat at 'Rock, Paper, Scissors?!" asked Boromir who had been watching them fight. "Dunno, ask the smelly 'thing' over there, he's the one that did it!" "Forget it Girl-Face! Your just jealous coz I'm the best!" "No your not, your just a cheater! Isn't he Boromir?!" "Well." began Boromir, unsure of what to say. "Boromir! Don't side with the fairy!" "But I." Boromir agued. "Boromir! I thought you were my friend!" yelled Legolas who began hitting Boromir in the shoulder. "Ow! Legg!! Quit it!" cried Boromir, "I didn't say you weren't my friend!" "Then why did you take Gimli's side?!" Legolas questioned why still hitting his target. "I didn't!" Gimli then started hitting Boromir in the other shoulder. "Guys!" whined Boromir. "Aragorn! Make 'em stoppit!" he pleaded looking into the rear-view mirror.
Aragorn, however, wasn't listening. He was studying the map for a place to spend the night. "Ah-hah!" he cried in triumph, causing everyone to look at him suddenly. Even the arguers had stopped arguing. "I've found it! There should be a hotel just round the next bend!"
Everyone was relieved. They'd been driving around in the stuffy, smelly (thanks to Gimli) jeep for over an hour now. They turned the bend, and looked through the darkness at the 'hotel'. "Last time I saw a hotel, it seemed to have a few more walls and a lot less mud." commented Legolas in disgust. "Mud that we're now stuck in," added Gandalf, glaring at Aragorn. "Oops! Just a fly on the map!" Aragorn giggled nervously. "Do you even know were we are?" asked Gandalf, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. "Would it help my case if I said yes?" replied Aragorn, and slid down into his seat with a groan.
TBC.. If you like it ..