A/N: Hi! I'm gonna attempt to write some stories!...obviously. ^^
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY LOTR CHARACTERS. Get it? I'm saving up to buy Orlando...but maybe I should try to get a hold of Johnny Depp instead? I'll tell you when that happens.
~*~*~*~*~*Dealing with Crap*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas had just come back from the War. A really stupid War, he thought, over a really stupid Ring. I mean, it's a RING. A piece of jewelry. Maybe Sauron like the finer things in life...mamma's boy.
Anyway, now he was all alone in the middle of nowhere. He set up camp and started a fire. Since he didn't like killing little innocent bunnies, he brought along some marshmallows. And yes, Middle-Earth has marshmallows. Imagine that.
He was about to sit down and roast a few when he heard a shout from the distance. "It's probably nothing." He started to sit again when he heard it for the second time.
"Help meeeee!!!"
"Um, I'm sure someone's just lost or something. They'll be okay."
"Legolas! I know you can hear me!!!" He chose to ignore the voice. It kept coming. "If you don't get these orcs off my back right now, I'll tell everyone you're-"
"Okay, okay! Just give me a minute!" He picked up his bow. He could see a small figure and five larger ones on the horizon. "Sam?" He stringed an arrow and waited. The hobbit rushed down to him, panting heavily. Legolas sighed, "Sam, why do you always have to bring this crap over here?"
"I'm sorry!" he tried a laugh, "I'll just get out of your way."
The elf raised his bow. How many times had he done this? He took a deep breath, aimed, and...
KER-PLUNK!
The arrow flew a couple of feet and fell to the ground.
"What was that!?" Sam laughed.
He shot him a dirty look, "Just practice."
"Oh, okay then, " Sam giggled.
He let another fly, this time hitting his target. "Boo-ya!"
"You still got four more."
Legolas reached back to his quiver and felt around. "What!? I only have three more arrows!"
"But, you ALWAYS have arrows!"
"I'm on vacation!" He used the last of his ammunition. Only one orc remained. "Just die already!" As soon as it got close, he took out his knives and drove them into his chest. It fell to the ground. "Alrighty then," he turned back to camp. "Time fo some-" Sam was sitting near the fire, eating his marshmallows. Through a mouth full of food, he asked, "Want some?"
"Hey!!" Legolas snatched the bag out of his hands and held them protectively to his chest. "These are mine!!"
"Sorry, sheesh."
"Well, you can repay me by gathering my arrows." Sam stared at him blankly. "Do or die."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Fine." Sam got up and walked over to the orc bodies. He pulled an arrow out of one's eye. "Lovely." He continued on, stopping only to complain. "You know what, Legolas? It really smells like butt over here. And you know who else stinks?" He stood still, putting on a grim face and folding his arms across his chest.
"Who? Aragorn? That's not very nice."
"You didn't hear it from me!"
"Yeah, well," Legolas laughed, "He is pretty dirty."
~*~*~*~*~*THE END*~*~*~*~*~
...or is it? (you never know!)
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY LOTR CHARACTERS. Get it? I'm saving up to buy Orlando...but maybe I should try to get a hold of Johnny Depp instead? I'll tell you when that happens.
~*~*~*~*~*Dealing with Crap*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas had just come back from the War. A really stupid War, he thought, over a really stupid Ring. I mean, it's a RING. A piece of jewelry. Maybe Sauron like the finer things in life...mamma's boy.
Anyway, now he was all alone in the middle of nowhere. He set up camp and started a fire. Since he didn't like killing little innocent bunnies, he brought along some marshmallows. And yes, Middle-Earth has marshmallows. Imagine that.
He was about to sit down and roast a few when he heard a shout from the distance. "It's probably nothing." He started to sit again when he heard it for the second time.
"Help meeeee!!!"
"Um, I'm sure someone's just lost or something. They'll be okay."
"Legolas! I know you can hear me!!!" He chose to ignore the voice. It kept coming. "If you don't get these orcs off my back right now, I'll tell everyone you're-"
"Okay, okay! Just give me a minute!" He picked up his bow. He could see a small figure and five larger ones on the horizon. "Sam?" He stringed an arrow and waited. The hobbit rushed down to him, panting heavily. Legolas sighed, "Sam, why do you always have to bring this crap over here?"
"I'm sorry!" he tried a laugh, "I'll just get out of your way."
The elf raised his bow. How many times had he done this? He took a deep breath, aimed, and...
KER-PLUNK!
The arrow flew a couple of feet and fell to the ground.
"What was that!?" Sam laughed.
He shot him a dirty look, "Just practice."
"Oh, okay then, " Sam giggled.
He let another fly, this time hitting his target. "Boo-ya!"
"You still got four more."
Legolas reached back to his quiver and felt around. "What!? I only have three more arrows!"
"But, you ALWAYS have arrows!"
"I'm on vacation!" He used the last of his ammunition. Only one orc remained. "Just die already!" As soon as it got close, he took out his knives and drove them into his chest. It fell to the ground. "Alrighty then," he turned back to camp. "Time fo some-" Sam was sitting near the fire, eating his marshmallows. Through a mouth full of food, he asked, "Want some?"
"Hey!!" Legolas snatched the bag out of his hands and held them protectively to his chest. "These are mine!!"
"Sorry, sheesh."
"Well, you can repay me by gathering my arrows." Sam stared at him blankly. "Do or die."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Fine." Sam got up and walked over to the orc bodies. He pulled an arrow out of one's eye. "Lovely." He continued on, stopping only to complain. "You know what, Legolas? It really smells like butt over here. And you know who else stinks?" He stood still, putting on a grim face and folding his arms across his chest.
"Who? Aragorn? That's not very nice."
"You didn't hear it from me!"
"Yeah, well," Legolas laughed, "He is pretty dirty."
~*~*~*~*~*THE END*~*~*~*~*~
...or is it? (you never know!)
You like??? Well, if so or if not or if whatever, please review! You know how. Click the little button that says review below my story.
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