LOTR Drabbles
A/N Drabble: A short story of exactly 100 words.
LOTR: Lord of the Rings.
Nringa Bleh: The authoress of LOTR Drabbles.
Note: These are all based off the soon-to-be-reposted LOTR Condominium, a happy tale.
Drabble 1: Hinga
Pippin and Diamond were eating breakfast with Sam and Rose when Gamling came in.
"Oh man!" whispered Pippin to Sam. "Why is HE here? He's SO ANNOYING!!!"
"I don't know!" Sam whispered back. "But I should start locking the door!"
Hama soon followed. Both were dressed in tap dancing suits and had those barbershop quartet hats on.
"Valar help us," said Diamond.
"We're starting a barbershop quartet," said Hama. "Wanna join?"
Pippin appeared to care. "I'll pass," he said.
"Lemme think about it," said Sam. Without flinching, he said, "Erm, no."
"Fine," said Gamling and Hama, who left the room.
Drabble 2: Dinga
As that was going on, Gandalf was playing chess with Radagast the Brown.
"Touchdown!" said Radagast. Gandalf snickered.
"What's so funny?" asked Radagast.
"Oh, nothing," replied Gandalf, who, playing on Radagast and his naïveté, convinced him that "Check" in chess talk is said "Touchdown," and that "Checkmate" in chess talk is "Ilve OO." When Radagast would say it, it'd be "I love you."
The two continued playing, sharing random conversation about gnomes and rice pudding. Gandalf told Radagast a joke about G.W. Bush, Mr. Bojangles and a female chicken.
Frodo came in.
"Ilve OO," said the drunken Radagast.
Frodo left.
Drabble 3: Durgen
Eowyn and Arwen were having a sleepover party when someone knocked at the door.
"Maybe it's Mike Myers," said Eowyn jokingly. Arwen, being the good actress that she is, gave a fake smile, and removed it to a face of disgust when she answered the door.
She soon snapped it shut. She screamed.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she bellowed. Eowyn felt her hair pulling at her head from the force of the wind.
"Who is it?" Eowyn asked.
"Some ugly guy! Looks like he hasn't showered in weeks!" Arwen called back.
Eowyn opened the door.
"Hey Arwen! It's just Aragorn!" Eowyn called back.
A/N Drabble: A short story of exactly 100 words.
LOTR: Lord of the Rings.
Nringa Bleh: The authoress of LOTR Drabbles.
Note: These are all based off the soon-to-be-reposted LOTR Condominium, a happy tale.
Drabble 1: Hinga
Pippin and Diamond were eating breakfast with Sam and Rose when Gamling came in.
"Oh man!" whispered Pippin to Sam. "Why is HE here? He's SO ANNOYING!!!"
"I don't know!" Sam whispered back. "But I should start locking the door!"
Hama soon followed. Both were dressed in tap dancing suits and had those barbershop quartet hats on.
"Valar help us," said Diamond.
"We're starting a barbershop quartet," said Hama. "Wanna join?"
Pippin appeared to care. "I'll pass," he said.
"Lemme think about it," said Sam. Without flinching, he said, "Erm, no."
"Fine," said Gamling and Hama, who left the room.
Drabble 2: Dinga
As that was going on, Gandalf was playing chess with Radagast the Brown.
"Touchdown!" said Radagast. Gandalf snickered.
"What's so funny?" asked Radagast.
"Oh, nothing," replied Gandalf, who, playing on Radagast and his naïveté, convinced him that "Check" in chess talk is said "Touchdown," and that "Checkmate" in chess talk is "Ilve OO." When Radagast would say it, it'd be "I love you."
The two continued playing, sharing random conversation about gnomes and rice pudding. Gandalf told Radagast a joke about G.W. Bush, Mr. Bojangles and a female chicken.
Frodo came in.
"Ilve OO," said the drunken Radagast.
Frodo left.
Drabble 3: Durgen
Eowyn and Arwen were having a sleepover party when someone knocked at the door.
"Maybe it's Mike Myers," said Eowyn jokingly. Arwen, being the good actress that she is, gave a fake smile, and removed it to a face of disgust when she answered the door.
She soon snapped it shut. She screamed.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" she bellowed. Eowyn felt her hair pulling at her head from the force of the wind.
"Who is it?" Eowyn asked.
"Some ugly guy! Looks like he hasn't showered in weeks!" Arwen called back.
Eowyn opened the door.
"Hey Arwen! It's just Aragorn!" Eowyn called back.
