At the top of the mountain Gandalf paced, "When will they get back up here? Legolas!"
Legolas looked up, straightening the towel on his head and looked toward the bottom of the mountain, "They're on their way. I'd say about 20 or 30 yards."
Gandalf huffed, annoyed, and continued pacing.
When the 2 humans made it to the top, Aragorn carrying Frodo while Boromir carried both Merry and Pippin, Legolas was just drying his hair with a battery operated hair drier.
He yelped when the 2 humans collapsed a couple of inches from him, sending a shower of snow sprinkling into his newly conditioned hair.
Legolas jumped to his feet, "I just finished! Now I gotta start again."
That said he stomped off to have an elf prince pout.
Soooo mature, ya know.
However, Gandalf completely ignored Legolas' comment about conditioning once again and proceeded to get ready to leave and continue on their little quest.
"Come. We have tarried here long enough."
He didn't count on the rest of the Fellowship either ignoring him or not hearing him.
He was the wizard dammit!
They should listen to him.
However, Aragorn and Boromir were trying to get their breath back and didn't even hear Gandalf.
Sam was feeding Bill the pony.
Legolas completely ignored Gandalf as he once again dug out his conditioner. An elf prince's hair was more important than some boring old geezer was anyway. Humph!
Frodo was still a little shaky after rolling down the mountainside with two men twice his size and than getting bowled over by 2 huge hobbit snowballs.
Merry and Pippin looked at Gandalf making his way up the mountain, looked back at everyone else not moving, shrugged, and then sat down with all the others while reaching for some food in their knapsacks. Hobbits never missed a chance to eat.
And Gimli sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one following Gandalf.
So the remaining 8 members of the Fellowship made a campfire and Sam decided to make s'mores while everyone else tried to think of the most ridiculous campsite story possible.
Boromir looked up the side of the mountain in the middle of one of Legolas' stories. The elf's stories were always about hair products anyway.
To the Fellowship's astonishment, Boromir suddenly clutched his side, fell over in the snow and was roaring with laughter.
Boromir didn't exactly have the greatest sense of humor in the Fellowship.
"Alright, what's the joke?" Frodo asked impatiently.
"Out with it lad!" Gimli exclaimed while Aragorn rolled his eyes.
Merry and Pippin were giggling again because Sam was glaring at Boromir for rolling over on the rest of the graham crackers.
In between bouts of laughter Boromir pointed up the side of the mountain.
"How long do think it will take him to realize we're not behind him?"
The rest of the Fellowship looked up and suddenly there were 7 more people roaring with laughter along with Boromir.
Gandalf was nearly at the top of the freaking mountain!
Frodo had tears in his eyes and a huge silly grin when he spoke up.
"I'll bet all of you 3 drinks of ale payable after the quest that he gets to the top of the mountain before he realizes anything!"
Suddenly all the other members of the Fellowship were shouting out their own bet and a Gandalf betting pool was started.
About an hour later...
Gandalf had made it to the top of Caradhras despite the cold and mild wind. Saruman hadn't noticed the Fellowship yet.
"Well everyone...we've traveled a lot today, but we have to get somewhat down the mountain before we rest because it's too cold to rest here tonight."
He expected to here groans from all the other members of the Fellowship, but there was only dead silence following his announcement.
Gandalf turned around in confusion and became alarmed when there was no one behind him.
He proceeded to look up, left, right, zigzag, diagonally, and finally looked down...and noticed the campfire halfway down the mountain.
Gandalf threw his hat down, yanked his hair in frustration, and let out a bellow of pure rage.
At the campfire. . .
The rest of the Fellowship (minus Legolas who was still working on his hair) was playing poker when they heard Gandalf's bellow.
Completely unconcerned, they all looked up at the top of the mountain and saw a cascade of bluish-green fireworks lighting up in the dark.
They all turned to Frodo with a shrug.
"Well I guess we all owe you 3 drinks of ale after this is all over," Merry replied.
"Yep," Frodo answered. Than he laid down his hand of cards. "Full House."
"DAMN!!!"
Legolas looked up, straightening the towel on his head and looked toward the bottom of the mountain, "They're on their way. I'd say about 20 or 30 yards."
Gandalf huffed, annoyed, and continued pacing.
When the 2 humans made it to the top, Aragorn carrying Frodo while Boromir carried both Merry and Pippin, Legolas was just drying his hair with a battery operated hair drier.
He yelped when the 2 humans collapsed a couple of inches from him, sending a shower of snow sprinkling into his newly conditioned hair.
Legolas jumped to his feet, "I just finished! Now I gotta start again."
That said he stomped off to have an elf prince pout.
Soooo mature, ya know.
However, Gandalf completely ignored Legolas' comment about conditioning once again and proceeded to get ready to leave and continue on their little quest.
"Come. We have tarried here long enough."
He didn't count on the rest of the Fellowship either ignoring him or not hearing him.
He was the wizard dammit!
They should listen to him.
However, Aragorn and Boromir were trying to get their breath back and didn't even hear Gandalf.
Sam was feeding Bill the pony.
Legolas completely ignored Gandalf as he once again dug out his conditioner. An elf prince's hair was more important than some boring old geezer was anyway. Humph!
Frodo was still a little shaky after rolling down the mountainside with two men twice his size and than getting bowled over by 2 huge hobbit snowballs.
Merry and Pippin looked at Gandalf making his way up the mountain, looked back at everyone else not moving, shrugged, and then sat down with all the others while reaching for some food in their knapsacks. Hobbits never missed a chance to eat.
And Gimli sure as hell wasn't going to be the only one following Gandalf.
So the remaining 8 members of the Fellowship made a campfire and Sam decided to make s'mores while everyone else tried to think of the most ridiculous campsite story possible.
Boromir looked up the side of the mountain in the middle of one of Legolas' stories. The elf's stories were always about hair products anyway.
To the Fellowship's astonishment, Boromir suddenly clutched his side, fell over in the snow and was roaring with laughter.
Boromir didn't exactly have the greatest sense of humor in the Fellowship.
"Alright, what's the joke?" Frodo asked impatiently.
"Out with it lad!" Gimli exclaimed while Aragorn rolled his eyes.
Merry and Pippin were giggling again because Sam was glaring at Boromir for rolling over on the rest of the graham crackers.
In between bouts of laughter Boromir pointed up the side of the mountain.
"How long do think it will take him to realize we're not behind him?"
The rest of the Fellowship looked up and suddenly there were 7 more people roaring with laughter along with Boromir.
Gandalf was nearly at the top of the freaking mountain!
Frodo had tears in his eyes and a huge silly grin when he spoke up.
"I'll bet all of you 3 drinks of ale payable after the quest that he gets to the top of the mountain before he realizes anything!"
Suddenly all the other members of the Fellowship were shouting out their own bet and a Gandalf betting pool was started.
About an hour later...
Gandalf had made it to the top of Caradhras despite the cold and mild wind. Saruman hadn't noticed the Fellowship yet.
"Well everyone...we've traveled a lot today, but we have to get somewhat down the mountain before we rest because it's too cold to rest here tonight."
He expected to here groans from all the other members of the Fellowship, but there was only dead silence following his announcement.
Gandalf turned around in confusion and became alarmed when there was no one behind him.
He proceeded to look up, left, right, zigzag, diagonally, and finally looked down...and noticed the campfire halfway down the mountain.
Gandalf threw his hat down, yanked his hair in frustration, and let out a bellow of pure rage.
At the campfire. . .
The rest of the Fellowship (minus Legolas who was still working on his hair) was playing poker when they heard Gandalf's bellow.
Completely unconcerned, they all looked up at the top of the mountain and saw a cascade of bluish-green fireworks lighting up in the dark.
They all turned to Frodo with a shrug.
"Well I guess we all owe you 3 drinks of ale after this is all over," Merry replied.
"Yep," Frodo answered. Than he laid down his hand of cards. "Full House."
"DAMN!!!"