Disclaimer: One lawyer to see my mistake, one lawyer to sue me, one big
chunk of cash gone away. . . if I don't say that I don't own Lord of the
Rings.
A/N: Hope you like it
The Eighth and Final Chapter of A Lord of the Rings Vacation
Frodo, Gandalf, Gollum, Gayrond, Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas all solemnly packed their bags and loaded them in to the jeep.
Gollum sighed quietly, "My sweet little pupppyyyyyyy!"
Frodo: Why don't you give it a name?
Gollum: I'll name you-
Frodo: Sam! Why don't you call him Sam?
Gollum: Shut uuuuuuuuup, hobbit.
Gayrond: Dude, how about Beast?
Gollum: I likes this 'Beast'
Beast: *wags tail*
Aragorn: Hey! Look! It's Sam. . .and that rabid squirrel. . .
Arwen: Aw, aren't they so cute!
Gandalf: Well, let's see. We have a car that can comfortably fit five people in it, and one of the seats doesn't have a seatbelt. Legolas, how many people do we have?
Legolas: Three elves, one hobbit, one gollum, two dogs, one wizard, one human, and one rabid squirrel. Those animals better not take a wiz in the car.
Gandalf: Oh, come on! I told you I can't control myself!
Legolas: NOT you, the dogs and squirrel!
Gandalf: . . .*blush*
Then yet another person came running up.
All: Oh no, not him!!!!
It was Boromir.
Boromir: Help me! I know I'm supposed to die but nooooooo! Not this way!
Suddenly they all saw what he was afraid of.
A little Sailor Moon doll was chasing him, huge sharp teeth chomping the air as if that would make it go faster.
Everyone hopped in to the car (even Boromir) and drove off.
(Legolas made sure to back up over the doll.)
They ran in to the Dancewraiths and Sauron, along with Saruman the inherently evil maid about a block away and picked them up as well.
Legolas: This is crazy! Can't we just rent a car?
Aragorn: Nope. And I hope your car doesn't need any gas because. . .we're broke.
Saruman: Safety.
Frodo: Oh no! Did you really let one?
Saruman: MUWAH AH AH!
Boromir: Hey, Aragorn, when was the last time you washed your hair?
Sauron: Let's listen to show tunes!
Dancewraith #1: Why do we work for him?
Dancewraith #2: Because he gave us these perty rings! That I have now come to despise.
Dancewraith #3: Ah, man! What died in here?
Arwen: The author.
Saruman: Oh yeah, that is me that you smell!
Dancewraith #3: Did the author really die? Or was it just her imagination?
Arwen: I think it was both. . .You can see for yourself if you must.
#3: Oh wow! *poke poke*
Gayrond: I'm an elf? Wow I guess I just realized that, you see. . .come here Arwen, give your uncle Gayrond a hug!
Arwen: I'd just as soon hug this dead author. *does so*
Me: Hey, get off! Wow, it is really packed in this car! Where's Gollum?
Gandalf: On the bar there where the roof velcros on, right on top of your head.
Gollum: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! I FEEL THE WIND IN MY FACE!
Legolas: Just two more hours, just two more hours. . .
THE END
A/N: Tuh duh! I hope you liked it, because it was certainly very fun to write it! Any body care for a sequel? Well, I'm off to save the world from such evils as homework and book reports and math assignments. *dies*
Everybody: Yay! She's dead! Now she can't torture us any more!
Or so they think. . .
Everybody again: Ya'll come back now, ya here?
A/N: Hope you like it
The Eighth and Final Chapter of A Lord of the Rings Vacation
Frodo, Gandalf, Gollum, Gayrond, Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas all solemnly packed their bags and loaded them in to the jeep.
Gollum sighed quietly, "My sweet little pupppyyyyyyy!"
Frodo: Why don't you give it a name?
Gollum: I'll name you-
Frodo: Sam! Why don't you call him Sam?
Gollum: Shut uuuuuuuuup, hobbit.
Gayrond: Dude, how about Beast?
Gollum: I likes this 'Beast'
Beast: *wags tail*
Aragorn: Hey! Look! It's Sam. . .and that rabid squirrel. . .
Arwen: Aw, aren't they so cute!
Gandalf: Well, let's see. We have a car that can comfortably fit five people in it, and one of the seats doesn't have a seatbelt. Legolas, how many people do we have?
Legolas: Three elves, one hobbit, one gollum, two dogs, one wizard, one human, and one rabid squirrel. Those animals better not take a wiz in the car.
Gandalf: Oh, come on! I told you I can't control myself!
Legolas: NOT you, the dogs and squirrel!
Gandalf: . . .*blush*
Then yet another person came running up.
All: Oh no, not him!!!!
It was Boromir.
Boromir: Help me! I know I'm supposed to die but nooooooo! Not this way!
Suddenly they all saw what he was afraid of.
A little Sailor Moon doll was chasing him, huge sharp teeth chomping the air as if that would make it go faster.
Everyone hopped in to the car (even Boromir) and drove off.
(Legolas made sure to back up over the doll.)
They ran in to the Dancewraiths and Sauron, along with Saruman the inherently evil maid about a block away and picked them up as well.
Legolas: This is crazy! Can't we just rent a car?
Aragorn: Nope. And I hope your car doesn't need any gas because. . .we're broke.
Saruman: Safety.
Frodo: Oh no! Did you really let one?
Saruman: MUWAH AH AH!
Boromir: Hey, Aragorn, when was the last time you washed your hair?
Sauron: Let's listen to show tunes!
Dancewraith #1: Why do we work for him?
Dancewraith #2: Because he gave us these perty rings! That I have now come to despise.
Dancewraith #3: Ah, man! What died in here?
Arwen: The author.
Saruman: Oh yeah, that is me that you smell!
Dancewraith #3: Did the author really die? Or was it just her imagination?
Arwen: I think it was both. . .You can see for yourself if you must.
#3: Oh wow! *poke poke*
Gayrond: I'm an elf? Wow I guess I just realized that, you see. . .come here Arwen, give your uncle Gayrond a hug!
Arwen: I'd just as soon hug this dead author. *does so*
Me: Hey, get off! Wow, it is really packed in this car! Where's Gollum?
Gandalf: On the bar there where the roof velcros on, right on top of your head.
Gollum: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! I FEEL THE WIND IN MY FACE!
Legolas: Just two more hours, just two more hours. . .
THE END
A/N: Tuh duh! I hope you liked it, because it was certainly very fun to write it! Any body care for a sequel? Well, I'm off to save the world from such evils as homework and book reports and math assignments. *dies*
Everybody: Yay! She's dead! Now she can't torture us any more!
Or so they think. . .
Everybody again: Ya'll come back now, ya here?