Disclaimer: don't own it! R&R please! Flames will be used to burn my old
school uniforms!
A/N: I normally try NOT to stereotype people, but it's almost as if the students at my school are TRYING to be stereotyped! So shame on them, not me! Also, I'm sorry to any readers from Arkansas. I've been there and I'm just going by what I know!
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(In case you can't tell)
Gandalf: Gang member
Aragorn: Dumb Football Player (a/n: it's saying something when they only give special planners to football players and kids with learning disorders!)
Boromir: That geeky kid who's really smart, but has absolutely no common sense
Legolas: The Goth kid that NEVER smiles (a/n: only some Goths are like that)
Gimli: The hillbilly (a/n: I live in Ohio, you know!)
Frodo: Lead cheerleader
Sam: Sidekick cheerleader
Pippen: Cheerleader
Merry: Cheerleader (a/n: you all know that cheerleaders never go ANYWHERE alone!)
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The Fellowship had been on their journey for just a week and they were ready to kill each other. None of them wanted to be together, but Elrond scared them into going to destroy the One Ring together with his big nose and freaky eyebrows. It was mid morning on the eighth day and Aragorn had gotten lost for the seventeenth time and the others were searching for him. well, they were supposed to be anyway.
Legolas was moping around as usual. Ever since King Thranduil of Mirkwood had told his son that he had to go on this little escapade, the elf was very different than what he used to be. His golden hair was now black and spiked and he had started wearing black make up. Legolas had tried to dye all his clothes black as well, but seeing as how he'd never done it before, they were really more grayish purple. He wore several studded and spiked bracelets and necklaces, and would hardly talk to anybody except to ridicule them. He now wore pants that were about six sizes too big instead of tights, also.
Gimli was at least trying to search, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. He looked under the occasional rock, and he thought he'd been following Aragorn's tracks, but it turns out they were actually rabbit tracks. "Well, that don't make no sense! I was sure these'ns were Arygorns! Don't that beat all!" said the confused dwarf. His father had moved him to Arkansas* when he was a child and after that his IQ just kept falling.
Frodo, Sam, Pippen, and Merry were not walking through the forest, but rather dancing. Yes, dancing. They were also cheering as usual. About the third day Legolas had tried to push them of the cliff because he couldn't take much more of, "FIGHT, FELLOWSHIP, FIGHT! FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT! GO, FELLOWSHIP, GO! HIT THEM HIGH AND LOW! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" The hobbits were disgusted by the conditions they were living in, and made this quite apparent.
"I, LIKE, BROKE A NAIL!" Screamed Sam.
"You would think someone would, like, clean the dirt out of this forest, or, like, something," said Frodo in shock over how dirty the wilderness is.
"Does this cloak, like, make me look fat?" asked Pippen, who was so concerned about his weight he didn't even know what they were looking for.
"I'M SO, LIKE, DIRTY!" cried Merry.
Needless to say, the hobbits weren't exactly succeeding in their search.
Boromir was still looking for the goldfish tracks Legolas had pointed out and his pocket Legolas said he had dropped.
Gandalf was walking around the forest rapping to himself. He was wearing his gang color, gray, as well as a gray bandana that was showing from under his pointy hat. He was saying "West Side." and "Word." and "Yo." every once in a while just because that's what gang members generally do.
"YO! Aragorn! Get yo' dumb a** over here! Don' make me come ova dare!"
He wasn't succeeding either. Where could Aragorn have gone?
*For the purposes of this story, Arkansas does exist in Middle Earth.
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Will Aragorn ever be found? Will the hobbits survive the dirt? Will Legolas lighten up? Find out as soon as I have time to write more. That is if you want me to. So R&R if you want to end the crappiness that is my story. Otherwise the madness will continue!
A/N: I normally try NOT to stereotype people, but it's almost as if the students at my school are TRYING to be stereotyped! So shame on them, not me! Also, I'm sorry to any readers from Arkansas. I've been there and I'm just going by what I know!
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(In case you can't tell)
Gandalf: Gang member
Aragorn: Dumb Football Player (a/n: it's saying something when they only give special planners to football players and kids with learning disorders!)
Boromir: That geeky kid who's really smart, but has absolutely no common sense
Legolas: The Goth kid that NEVER smiles (a/n: only some Goths are like that)
Gimli: The hillbilly (a/n: I live in Ohio, you know!)
Frodo: Lead cheerleader
Sam: Sidekick cheerleader
Pippen: Cheerleader
Merry: Cheerleader (a/n: you all know that cheerleaders never go ANYWHERE alone!)
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The Fellowship had been on their journey for just a week and they were ready to kill each other. None of them wanted to be together, but Elrond scared them into going to destroy the One Ring together with his big nose and freaky eyebrows. It was mid morning on the eighth day and Aragorn had gotten lost for the seventeenth time and the others were searching for him. well, they were supposed to be anyway.
Legolas was moping around as usual. Ever since King Thranduil of Mirkwood had told his son that he had to go on this little escapade, the elf was very different than what he used to be. His golden hair was now black and spiked and he had started wearing black make up. Legolas had tried to dye all his clothes black as well, but seeing as how he'd never done it before, they were really more grayish purple. He wore several studded and spiked bracelets and necklaces, and would hardly talk to anybody except to ridicule them. He now wore pants that were about six sizes too big instead of tights, also.
Gimli was at least trying to search, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. He looked under the occasional rock, and he thought he'd been following Aragorn's tracks, but it turns out they were actually rabbit tracks. "Well, that don't make no sense! I was sure these'ns were Arygorns! Don't that beat all!" said the confused dwarf. His father had moved him to Arkansas* when he was a child and after that his IQ just kept falling.
Frodo, Sam, Pippen, and Merry were not walking through the forest, but rather dancing. Yes, dancing. They were also cheering as usual. About the third day Legolas had tried to push them of the cliff because he couldn't take much more of, "FIGHT, FELLOWSHIP, FIGHT! FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT! GO, FELLOWSHIP, GO! HIT THEM HIGH AND LOW! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" The hobbits were disgusted by the conditions they were living in, and made this quite apparent.
"I, LIKE, BROKE A NAIL!" Screamed Sam.
"You would think someone would, like, clean the dirt out of this forest, or, like, something," said Frodo in shock over how dirty the wilderness is.
"Does this cloak, like, make me look fat?" asked Pippen, who was so concerned about his weight he didn't even know what they were looking for.
"I'M SO, LIKE, DIRTY!" cried Merry.
Needless to say, the hobbits weren't exactly succeeding in their search.
Boromir was still looking for the goldfish tracks Legolas had pointed out and his pocket Legolas said he had dropped.
Gandalf was walking around the forest rapping to himself. He was wearing his gang color, gray, as well as a gray bandana that was showing from under his pointy hat. He was saying "West Side." and "Word." and "Yo." every once in a while just because that's what gang members generally do.
"YO! Aragorn! Get yo' dumb a** over here! Don' make me come ova dare!"
He wasn't succeeding either. Where could Aragorn have gone?
*For the purposes of this story, Arkansas does exist in Middle Earth.
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Will Aragorn ever be found? Will the hobbits survive the dirt? Will Legolas lighten up? Find out as soon as I have time to write more. That is if you want me to. So R&R if you want to end the crappiness that is my story. Otherwise the madness will continue!