Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the book or anything Tolkien
related, I just borrow them.
Note: this is my first fanfic so sorry if it's not that good or funny. *If writing like this is in between these star things it means it is someone's thoughts and the other characters can't hear them unless their psychic, which none of them are in this story*.
Chapter 2: Facing the consequences
After much heaving Gandalf was finally able to remove the sleeping hobbit and dump him on the hard ground, he wasn't really surprised when Sam just carried on snoring. The wizard now turned his mind to more pressing matters, *want staff, need staff, stupid hobbits*, he slowly made his way inside. The wizard was hangover so this easy action wasn't really that easy when you're wobbling all over the place.
Gandalf had been wandering around for a while and had come across no one but dwarves who all seemed to be immune to hangovers and kept waving cheerfully at him. He decided that everyone else was still recovering from the party. Even the elves couldn't look pretty after a night of alcohol and loud music with head banging, Gandalf even suspected that Legolas would be suffering from a hangover. *stupid nancy elf*.
He had been wandering around for a while longer when he came across a brooding Aragorn, who looked un clean, un shaven and smelled slightly odd, Gandalf didn't no if this was a result of the night before or if Arwen just hadn't been able to force him to have a bath. He walked slowly up to the ranger and cleared his throat nervously. "hi aragorn, good party ahh?" He asked, hoping the ranger had been to wasted the night before to remember that Gandalf had told him he hated him.
The rangers eyes narrowed, it made Gandalf slightly anxious but if he had been able to hear Aragorns thoughts he wouldn't have worried so much. * Ok, take a deep breath, look pissed off, don't let him know he hurt your feelings, you are Aragorn, a strong, brave ranger, you do not care about this obviously gay wizards opinion of you* instead he said.
"Yes I believe it was, Elrond always knows how to throw a good party," he said icily.
" Yeah, so no hard feelings if I happened to just say anything offensive to you while I was so obviously drunk" Gandalf asked hastily.
The ranger's eyes twitched slightly. "None what so ever" he replied
"Yeah, we're buddies, you no, me, you, buddies" Gandalf arcwardly patted Aragorn on the shoulder.
Aragorn didn't reply, he kept his thoughts to himself. *Oh my god, he is soooo gay*
"So you haven't happened to come across Merry and Pippin this morning, at all?" Gandalf asked. "Well, I heard their voices coming from the library on the second floor, but that was an hour ago" Aragorn wanted to get rid of the wizard. "so you should leave now and hope there still there, if not check the kitchen" as he spoke Aragorn began to steer Gandalf towards the stairs. "Good luck" he said and ran off. *Stupid, unthankful, gay wizard, doesn't appreciate me*.
Gandalf was left at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure out the ranger's odd behaviour, a thought struck him. *He's gay, and he was coming onto me, no don't be stupid, he's going out with Arwen, it's that Sam Gamgee you need to watch out for*.
The wizard began to climb the stairs slowly, at the top he turned to the right and headed for the second set of stairs, he past a bathroom and heard voices, he paused briefly but recognised them to belong to Frodo and Legolas, he didn't listen he had to carry on, he had one thought whizzing around his head *staff, staff, staff*, another thought joined this *Frodo and Legolas in a bathroom together, hmmmmm?*, he shook his head to get rid of the thought, he had to concentrate, he needed his staff.
He climbed the other set of stairs, he was about to reach the top when his feet got tangled up in his robes causing him to trip over and roll down the stairs.
"Aowww" he said in a daze.
He didn't get up, he just lay there motionless, until someone leaned over him.
"Hey your that wizard dude, I'm like such a huge fan of your fireworks man" it was one of the men that had come from Gondor, Gandalf believed it to be a man by the name of Boromir.
"Well it's nice to be appreciated" Gandalf smiled faintly, "ahh, would you mind giving me a hand up?"
"Sure man" Boromir took Gandalf's hand and pulled quite forcefully. Gandalf staggered to his feet.
"Dude could I like get your autograph" Boromir paused and tuned slightly pink, "for my brother of course".
Gandalf chuckled wisely leading people to believe that he knew more than he was letting on, he didn't really, he just knew his fans loved it. He pulled out a quill and piece of parchment from someone inside his robes and wrote "To my greatest fan" he then scribbled his name Gandalf the Grey and several other names he had required over many years including "Largearss" and "Dirty old man". He then handed it to Boromir. Boromir read it and wiped away a tear.
"You don't know how much this means to me man!" he then pulled Gandalf into a bear hug.
Gandalf didn't really no what to do, so he just patted Boromir on the shoulder. Boromir released him leaving Gandalf slightly breathless.
" I'm gonna go and show this to that stuck up ranger, man, see what he makes of this, he may have the beautiful elf chic but I have Gandalf the Grey's name on a piece of parchment, haha, who's the lucky one now" With that Boromir ran off down the hall.
Gandalf turned back to the stairs, that little run in with Boromir had distracted Gandalf from his quest for his staff. This time the stairs would not defeat him.
That's the end of chapter 2, please pretty please review. Merry and Pippin will appear in the next chapter, and Legolas and Frodo's nose hair diying will be written in as soon as it can. Big THANK YOU, to reviewers, I don't know whether to do the thing where I mention you individually, if you want me to then I'll happily do it.
Note: this is my first fanfic so sorry if it's not that good or funny. *If writing like this is in between these star things it means it is someone's thoughts and the other characters can't hear them unless their psychic, which none of them are in this story*.
Chapter 2: Facing the consequences
After much heaving Gandalf was finally able to remove the sleeping hobbit and dump him on the hard ground, he wasn't really surprised when Sam just carried on snoring. The wizard now turned his mind to more pressing matters, *want staff, need staff, stupid hobbits*, he slowly made his way inside. The wizard was hangover so this easy action wasn't really that easy when you're wobbling all over the place.
Gandalf had been wandering around for a while and had come across no one but dwarves who all seemed to be immune to hangovers and kept waving cheerfully at him. He decided that everyone else was still recovering from the party. Even the elves couldn't look pretty after a night of alcohol and loud music with head banging, Gandalf even suspected that Legolas would be suffering from a hangover. *stupid nancy elf*.
He had been wandering around for a while longer when he came across a brooding Aragorn, who looked un clean, un shaven and smelled slightly odd, Gandalf didn't no if this was a result of the night before or if Arwen just hadn't been able to force him to have a bath. He walked slowly up to the ranger and cleared his throat nervously. "hi aragorn, good party ahh?" He asked, hoping the ranger had been to wasted the night before to remember that Gandalf had told him he hated him.
The rangers eyes narrowed, it made Gandalf slightly anxious but if he had been able to hear Aragorns thoughts he wouldn't have worried so much. * Ok, take a deep breath, look pissed off, don't let him know he hurt your feelings, you are Aragorn, a strong, brave ranger, you do not care about this obviously gay wizards opinion of you* instead he said.
"Yes I believe it was, Elrond always knows how to throw a good party," he said icily.
" Yeah, so no hard feelings if I happened to just say anything offensive to you while I was so obviously drunk" Gandalf asked hastily.
The ranger's eyes twitched slightly. "None what so ever" he replied
"Yeah, we're buddies, you no, me, you, buddies" Gandalf arcwardly patted Aragorn on the shoulder.
Aragorn didn't reply, he kept his thoughts to himself. *Oh my god, he is soooo gay*
"So you haven't happened to come across Merry and Pippin this morning, at all?" Gandalf asked. "Well, I heard their voices coming from the library on the second floor, but that was an hour ago" Aragorn wanted to get rid of the wizard. "so you should leave now and hope there still there, if not check the kitchen" as he spoke Aragorn began to steer Gandalf towards the stairs. "Good luck" he said and ran off. *Stupid, unthankful, gay wizard, doesn't appreciate me*.
Gandalf was left at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure out the ranger's odd behaviour, a thought struck him. *He's gay, and he was coming onto me, no don't be stupid, he's going out with Arwen, it's that Sam Gamgee you need to watch out for*.
The wizard began to climb the stairs slowly, at the top he turned to the right and headed for the second set of stairs, he past a bathroom and heard voices, he paused briefly but recognised them to belong to Frodo and Legolas, he didn't listen he had to carry on, he had one thought whizzing around his head *staff, staff, staff*, another thought joined this *Frodo and Legolas in a bathroom together, hmmmmm?*, he shook his head to get rid of the thought, he had to concentrate, he needed his staff.
He climbed the other set of stairs, he was about to reach the top when his feet got tangled up in his robes causing him to trip over and roll down the stairs.
"Aowww" he said in a daze.
He didn't get up, he just lay there motionless, until someone leaned over him.
"Hey your that wizard dude, I'm like such a huge fan of your fireworks man" it was one of the men that had come from Gondor, Gandalf believed it to be a man by the name of Boromir.
"Well it's nice to be appreciated" Gandalf smiled faintly, "ahh, would you mind giving me a hand up?"
"Sure man" Boromir took Gandalf's hand and pulled quite forcefully. Gandalf staggered to his feet.
"Dude could I like get your autograph" Boromir paused and tuned slightly pink, "for my brother of course".
Gandalf chuckled wisely leading people to believe that he knew more than he was letting on, he didn't really, he just knew his fans loved it. He pulled out a quill and piece of parchment from someone inside his robes and wrote "To my greatest fan" he then scribbled his name Gandalf the Grey and several other names he had required over many years including "Largearss" and "Dirty old man". He then handed it to Boromir. Boromir read it and wiped away a tear.
"You don't know how much this means to me man!" he then pulled Gandalf into a bear hug.
Gandalf didn't really no what to do, so he just patted Boromir on the shoulder. Boromir released him leaving Gandalf slightly breathless.
" I'm gonna go and show this to that stuck up ranger, man, see what he makes of this, he may have the beautiful elf chic but I have Gandalf the Grey's name on a piece of parchment, haha, who's the lucky one now" With that Boromir ran off down the hall.
Gandalf turned back to the stairs, that little run in with Boromir had distracted Gandalf from his quest for his staff. This time the stairs would not defeat him.
That's the end of chapter 2, please pretty please review. Merry and Pippin will appear in the next chapter, and Legolas and Frodo's nose hair diying will be written in as soon as it can. Big THANK YOU, to reviewers, I don't know whether to do the thing where I mention you individually, if you want me to then I'll happily do it.