Hullo, how ya doin? I luv this story, haha, well, the concept of it. Bare-
chested hobbits, yum. Oh right, the story, okay. Here's the 2nd CHAPTER!!
GETS REAL WEIRD!!! HEHE JUST MY STYLE!!!!
Pool Party!!! All Members of The Fellowship & Friends Invited!!!
Chapter 2. GIVIN' A TOUR MTV CRIBZ STYLE!!!
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Frodo led them all into the backyard of his hole(HOBBIT HOLE!! HIS HOME HIS HOME!!!) with haste.
Once he had them all assembled there. He immediately started introducing his new toy.
"You see the extra-extra large size and water jets? And this little fountain flowin' down to the big pool? Those joints are off the hook!" Frodo said, gesturing to his pool. He peeked out from behind his dark sunglasses he had put on earlier to complete the MTV CRIBS style look.
"Hey, check this out guys!!" Merry shouted, standing next to a large open wooden drawer. Inside was an assortment of different pool toys. From inflatable rings with fake duck heads to pool noodles to Nerf footballs.
"Yeah! Holla back youngin'!! WOO WOO!!" Elrond cheered. Everyone else stopped and turned to stare at him. "What?!"
Frodo raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ok, whatever, can you just show us some rooms so we can go change?" Elrond said, feeling like the old fool he was.
"Alright, Ghetto Peredhil," Frodo said, leading them back inside his hole. (I MEANT HOBBIT HOLD DAMMIT!!)
"Um, Celeborn & Gaddy, take this one, don't take too long though. No, uh, ROMPING-or anything. You've got plenty of time at home-to do your,uh- business," Frodo quickly ushered them in and shut the door.
"Hate talkin' about old people DOING IT," He muttered to the others.
"WE HEARD THAT!!" Galadriel and Celeborn yelled from inside simultaneously. There were then all sorts of disturbing make-out noises coming from the room.
"Oook," Frodo said, scared, "let's hope we don't see any more of THAT."
"Damn straight," Sam agreed, slapping Frodo on the back.
"Alright, betta move on. Who knows what Merry 'n Pip are doin to my pool toys," Frodo said, moving along.
"Ok, Haldir, You can have this room, sorry it's right next to the frisky elderly couple, though," He said apologetically.
"I'll be fine, hopefully without being too mentally scarred for life. I'm gonna get dressed as quick as possible," Haldir replied, bracing himself.
"Hey Legolas. Take this room, it's mine so ya better watch out. Don't steal the towels and sheets like last time," Frodo said.
"I DIDN'TSTEAL THEM!!!" I told you ,Baggins, someone stuffed them into my bag!" Legolas insisted.
"So you mean to say that they just MAGICALLY FELL into your bag, neatly folded and waiting to be taken to the home of the Prince of Mirkwood?!" Merry said, popping out of nowhere.
"What the-how did you? Don't do that dawg! Scarin' the shit outta me like that! You know I still have nightmares about those ringwraiths and banshee Galdriel!" Frodo exclaimed. He had jumped about a foot when Merry started talking.
"Hey Frodo! Do you have any spare towels?" Celeborn shouted, panting, sticking his tousled head out of the room.
"DAMMIT CELEBORN!!" Frodo whirled around and threw a towel with a collection of spoons wrapped inside at Celeborn. He was pulled inside by Galadriel, just in time, slamming the door on the spoons who clanged onto the ground.
"Oooh, tough luck, Frodo. Missed your target!" Merry hollered. Frodo stuck his tongue at him, only to have the favor returned.
The door opened again and Galadriel's hand stuck out and picked up the items. Then there were giggles and various smooching sounds.
"That's just plain nasty."
"WOO-HOO!! Look at me! I'm Luke Skywalker!" Pippin came crashing in swinging a blue pool noodle. He had an extra green one he handed to Merry.
"You can be Obi-Wan Kenobi!"
"PIPPIN!!!!"
"What? Just having some fun, Mr. Frodo, sir, ma'am," Pippin answered teasingly and innocently (always the innocent one, ain't he? Not knowing nothing about nothing. Tsk, tsk tsk. Can't play 'Twister.')
Frodo signed," You guys go play with your 'lightsabers' somewhere else. I gotta take my guests to their changing rooms."
"How come Sam gets to come?" Pippin whined.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed.
"Cuz Sam doesn't scare the hell outta me!" Frodo cried, exasperated.
"Alright, alright, we're going!!" Merry said, jabbing Pippin in the side with his 'lightsaber.'
"Hey! What're ya doin?" Pippin whined, chasing Merry out. They started fighting in the halls of Frodo's hole (HOBBITHOLE!!) MEANING THEIR HOUSE!!. Pippin swung out at Merry and ended up knocking down a valuable vase.
"Oops! We'll pay for that Frodo!" He yelled, going after Merry who had run outside already.
"Yeah, just like they paid for the other vases and antique china sets they've broken," Frodo said sarcastically, sighing, he then looked at Sam.
"I feel your pain, Master Frodo," Sam said reassuringly, scared of Merry & Pippin as well.
"All right, Elrond, this way please." Elrond had been observing this childish behavior all along and found it quite amusing.
"Young people these days. When I was your age-" He droned on, to the disappointment of Frodo and Sam. But Frodo had other plans of getting Elrond to shut up.
He walked down the hall and right out the front door, with Elrond following skeptically.
"This is where you're changing," he announced. Some hobbit folk walking along the road stopped and crowded around the fence.
"WHAT?! This is preposterous! The Lord of Rivendell changing here?!" Elrond cried, waving his wrinkly, veiny hands in the air. (Put in your hands in the air!! And wave 'em like ya just don't care!! *I'm talking to all you readers out there!!)
"Yup, that's right," Sam said grinning.
"Come on, be a sport, Peredhil, " Frodo said, smirking.
"Oh, all right," Elrond grumbled, "Making me change out here while that blonde elf gets to change in there." He started mumbling incoherent things to himself. (Think Ozzy Osbourne when he's thinking real hard about something)
He began to untie his robe.
"WHOA THERE ELROND! We were just messin' wit you! You old geezer!" Frodo yelled.
"You old folk are gullible these days!" Sam cried, desperately not wanting to see Elrond without clothes on. (Neither do we, or most of us. Some of us. Some of us that are not perverted and obsessed with pplz older than their own dads!)
"Awww-" Sounded from the audience crowded in front of Bag End, they started dispersing and mumbling to themselves.
He retied his robe angrily and stormed back inside, so quickly that he slammed his head into the chandelier, much in the same fashion old Gandalf had.
"YOOOOWWWCH!!!" He cried, rubbing his head. He pulled away, letting out another loud 'YOWCH!' Much to his horror, he found he couldn't, because his long hair was severely tangled in the chandelier.
So what will the others do to help free him? Will they help him at all? Hehe, find out next chapter. Thanx to the reviewers. My stories are weird, aren't they? Hahahaha. Next chap of TFVFF.net is coming in a few days, so just you wait.
Pool Party!!! All Members of The Fellowship & Friends Invited!!!
Chapter 2. GIVIN' A TOUR MTV CRIBZ STYLE!!!
( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (
Frodo led them all into the backyard of his hole(HOBBIT HOLE!! HIS HOME HIS HOME!!!) with haste.
Once he had them all assembled there. He immediately started introducing his new toy.
"You see the extra-extra large size and water jets? And this little fountain flowin' down to the big pool? Those joints are off the hook!" Frodo said, gesturing to his pool. He peeked out from behind his dark sunglasses he had put on earlier to complete the MTV CRIBS style look.
"Hey, check this out guys!!" Merry shouted, standing next to a large open wooden drawer. Inside was an assortment of different pool toys. From inflatable rings with fake duck heads to pool noodles to Nerf footballs.
"Yeah! Holla back youngin'!! WOO WOO!!" Elrond cheered. Everyone else stopped and turned to stare at him. "What?!"
Frodo raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ok, whatever, can you just show us some rooms so we can go change?" Elrond said, feeling like the old fool he was.
"Alright, Ghetto Peredhil," Frodo said, leading them back inside his hole. (I MEANT HOBBIT HOLD DAMMIT!!)
"Um, Celeborn & Gaddy, take this one, don't take too long though. No, uh, ROMPING-or anything. You've got plenty of time at home-to do your,uh- business," Frodo quickly ushered them in and shut the door.
"Hate talkin' about old people DOING IT," He muttered to the others.
"WE HEARD THAT!!" Galadriel and Celeborn yelled from inside simultaneously. There were then all sorts of disturbing make-out noises coming from the room.
"Oook," Frodo said, scared, "let's hope we don't see any more of THAT."
"Damn straight," Sam agreed, slapping Frodo on the back.
"Alright, betta move on. Who knows what Merry 'n Pip are doin to my pool toys," Frodo said, moving along.
"Ok, Haldir, You can have this room, sorry it's right next to the frisky elderly couple, though," He said apologetically.
"I'll be fine, hopefully without being too mentally scarred for life. I'm gonna get dressed as quick as possible," Haldir replied, bracing himself.
"Hey Legolas. Take this room, it's mine so ya better watch out. Don't steal the towels and sheets like last time," Frodo said.
"I DIDN'TSTEAL THEM!!!" I told you ,Baggins, someone stuffed them into my bag!" Legolas insisted.
"So you mean to say that they just MAGICALLY FELL into your bag, neatly folded and waiting to be taken to the home of the Prince of Mirkwood?!" Merry said, popping out of nowhere.
"What the-how did you? Don't do that dawg! Scarin' the shit outta me like that! You know I still have nightmares about those ringwraiths and banshee Galdriel!" Frodo exclaimed. He had jumped about a foot when Merry started talking.
"Hey Frodo! Do you have any spare towels?" Celeborn shouted, panting, sticking his tousled head out of the room.
"DAMMIT CELEBORN!!" Frodo whirled around and threw a towel with a collection of spoons wrapped inside at Celeborn. He was pulled inside by Galadriel, just in time, slamming the door on the spoons who clanged onto the ground.
"Oooh, tough luck, Frodo. Missed your target!" Merry hollered. Frodo stuck his tongue at him, only to have the favor returned.
The door opened again and Galadriel's hand stuck out and picked up the items. Then there were giggles and various smooching sounds.
"That's just plain nasty."
"WOO-HOO!! Look at me! I'm Luke Skywalker!" Pippin came crashing in swinging a blue pool noodle. He had an extra green one he handed to Merry.
"You can be Obi-Wan Kenobi!"
"PIPPIN!!!!"
"What? Just having some fun, Mr. Frodo, sir, ma'am," Pippin answered teasingly and innocently (always the innocent one, ain't he? Not knowing nothing about nothing. Tsk, tsk tsk. Can't play 'Twister.')
Frodo signed," You guys go play with your 'lightsabers' somewhere else. I gotta take my guests to their changing rooms."
"How come Sam gets to come?" Pippin whined.
"Yeah!" Merry agreed.
"Cuz Sam doesn't scare the hell outta me!" Frodo cried, exasperated.
"Alright, alright, we're going!!" Merry said, jabbing Pippin in the side with his 'lightsaber.'
"Hey! What're ya doin?" Pippin whined, chasing Merry out. They started fighting in the halls of Frodo's hole (HOBBITHOLE!!) MEANING THEIR HOUSE!!. Pippin swung out at Merry and ended up knocking down a valuable vase.
"Oops! We'll pay for that Frodo!" He yelled, going after Merry who had run outside already.
"Yeah, just like they paid for the other vases and antique china sets they've broken," Frodo said sarcastically, sighing, he then looked at Sam.
"I feel your pain, Master Frodo," Sam said reassuringly, scared of Merry & Pippin as well.
"All right, Elrond, this way please." Elrond had been observing this childish behavior all along and found it quite amusing.
"Young people these days. When I was your age-" He droned on, to the disappointment of Frodo and Sam. But Frodo had other plans of getting Elrond to shut up.
He walked down the hall and right out the front door, with Elrond following skeptically.
"This is where you're changing," he announced. Some hobbit folk walking along the road stopped and crowded around the fence.
"WHAT?! This is preposterous! The Lord of Rivendell changing here?!" Elrond cried, waving his wrinkly, veiny hands in the air. (Put in your hands in the air!! And wave 'em like ya just don't care!! *I'm talking to all you readers out there!!)
"Yup, that's right," Sam said grinning.
"Come on, be a sport, Peredhil, " Frodo said, smirking.
"Oh, all right," Elrond grumbled, "Making me change out here while that blonde elf gets to change in there." He started mumbling incoherent things to himself. (Think Ozzy Osbourne when he's thinking real hard about something)
He began to untie his robe.
"WHOA THERE ELROND! We were just messin' wit you! You old geezer!" Frodo yelled.
"You old folk are gullible these days!" Sam cried, desperately not wanting to see Elrond without clothes on. (Neither do we, or most of us. Some of us. Some of us that are not perverted and obsessed with pplz older than their own dads!)
"Awww-" Sounded from the audience crowded in front of Bag End, they started dispersing and mumbling to themselves.
He retied his robe angrily and stormed back inside, so quickly that he slammed his head into the chandelier, much in the same fashion old Gandalf had.
"YOOOOWWWCH!!!" He cried, rubbing his head. He pulled away, letting out another loud 'YOWCH!' Much to his horror, he found he couldn't, because his long hair was severely tangled in the chandelier.
So what will the others do to help free him? Will they help him at all? Hehe, find out next chapter. Thanx to the reviewers. My stories are weird, aren't they? Hahahaha. Next chap of TFVFF.net is coming in a few days, so just you wait.
