In The Tribe
By Aimi Komori
AN: This is for fun and the sheer insanity of a crazed tribal in Middle Earth...*snorts*
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It all started when a group of Elves, Mortals, Drawfs, Hobbits, and an Orc or two, wanted to go by a different set of standards then those of their people.
The rules are simple and hippie like.
1. They eat only dirt and occasional rock.
2. Love everyone.
3. Smoke plenty of hobbit weed for visions.
4. Worship the Idol aka the Gandalf statue.
5. Do not eat any flesh of anything
6. There are only ONE breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack time.
7. Any visitors will be treated like a wild animal, thus being thrown into a jail cell.
8. Everyone shall have flowery names like Rose, Petunia, ect.
9. Everyone shall have tree names for surnames
10. On VERY VERY special times, eat visitors.
Do you really want to know about our crazed tribe of Chumbawombah?
Really?
Last warning!
Positive?
Okay, but don't blame me for not warning you...
~*~
It all started on a oh so perfect sunny day in Middle Earth, when Sam and Frodo were walking about the Shire, thinking life sooooo cheeky and oh so wonderful!
"Mister Frodo!" Gasped Sam as he saw a large onion ring race towards them from a HIGH hill. "It's the one Onion Ring!!!!"
Frodo's eyes bulged like they always did in the movie. "We have to get off the road, Samwise!!"
The both ducked into a ditch as the onion ring went rolling by, they both peeked out to see people dressed like heathens running after the onion ring. O_O;;;
"Oi! Food!" Said an Orc as he raced after the onion ring.
Others screamed and did ballet as they went after the onion ring. "All hail onion ring!!!"
"Sam, we have to destroy that onion ring before it corrupts those people further more!"
Sam blinked. "It seems perfectly innocent and they seem to be starving, Mister Frodo..."
Frodo grabbed Sam by the collar and shook him, eyes once more bigger then saucers. "You don't understand!!! It's evil in the form of onion and greasy batter!!"
"Oooooh lookie, I reckon it's one them ther haw bits." A hill billy looking elf pointed down at them, he's friend who was a Ent looked down.
"Ithinkthatisahobbit,cutelittlebuggersarentthey?" It said quickly as it pulled them both out of the ditch. "Howareyou?Iamtalktoomuchent,inthetribeIamknownasPetuinaOak."
"What!?" Said both hobbits.
~*~
TBC
By Aimi Komori
AN: This is for fun and the sheer insanity of a crazed tribal in Middle Earth...*snorts*
~*~
It all started when a group of Elves, Mortals, Drawfs, Hobbits, and an Orc or two, wanted to go by a different set of standards then those of their people.
The rules are simple and hippie like.
1. They eat only dirt and occasional rock.
2. Love everyone.
3. Smoke plenty of hobbit weed for visions.
4. Worship the Idol aka the Gandalf statue.
5. Do not eat any flesh of anything
6. There are only ONE breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack time.
7. Any visitors will be treated like a wild animal, thus being thrown into a jail cell.
8. Everyone shall have flowery names like Rose, Petunia, ect.
9. Everyone shall have tree names for surnames
10. On VERY VERY special times, eat visitors.
Do you really want to know about our crazed tribe of Chumbawombah?
Really?
Last warning!
Positive?
Okay, but don't blame me for not warning you...
~*~
It all started on a oh so perfect sunny day in Middle Earth, when Sam and Frodo were walking about the Shire, thinking life sooooo cheeky and oh so wonderful!
"Mister Frodo!" Gasped Sam as he saw a large onion ring race towards them from a HIGH hill. "It's the one Onion Ring!!!!"
Frodo's eyes bulged like they always did in the movie. "We have to get off the road, Samwise!!"
The both ducked into a ditch as the onion ring went rolling by, they both peeked out to see people dressed like heathens running after the onion ring. O_O;;;
"Oi! Food!" Said an Orc as he raced after the onion ring.
Others screamed and did ballet as they went after the onion ring. "All hail onion ring!!!"
"Sam, we have to destroy that onion ring before it corrupts those people further more!"
Sam blinked. "It seems perfectly innocent and they seem to be starving, Mister Frodo..."
Frodo grabbed Sam by the collar and shook him, eyes once more bigger then saucers. "You don't understand!!! It's evil in the form of onion and greasy batter!!"
"Oooooh lookie, I reckon it's one them ther haw bits." A hill billy looking elf pointed down at them, he's friend who was a Ent looked down.
"Ithinkthatisahobbit,cutelittlebuggersarentthey?" It said quickly as it pulled them both out of the ditch. "Howareyou?Iamtalktoomuchent,inthetribeIamknownasPetuinaOak."
"What!?" Said both hobbits.
~*~
TBC