Excuse Me, Mr. Greenleaf?
Summary: "Excuse me, Mr. Greenleaf? Could I see you for a moment?"
Disclaimer: All characters from the Lord of the Rings series belong to JRR Tolkien. All others belong to us, as does any aberrations from the books, maiming, or killing.
"Excuse me, Mr. Greenleaf? Could I see you for a moment?"
Legolas turn to see an imposing figure mounted on horseback. "Yes?"
"According to our sensors, you and your little posse were running five miles above the proscribed speed limit."
Gimli tightened his grip on his axe. "Was not."
Aragorn scowled at the newcomer irritably. "Look, mister, we're trying to save some people here, so could you just, like . . . go away?" He waved a hand dismissively.
The policeman-person stared at him incredulously. "Look, Mr. – uh – Mr. – why the hell don't you have a last name?" Aragorn simply blinked at him. "Anyway, despite that, it still stands that you were goin' five miles over the speed limit. You'll have to pay a fine of – well, let's see, there's three thousand o' you – that'll come to about . . . thirty-five-ninety-nine. Plus three bottle caps."
They riffled through their pockets for change, but discovered they had no bottle caps. Legolas smiled at him apologetically. "We don't have any bottle caps, Mr. Policeman-Person – would you settle for a couple of Rohirrim?"
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