A/N: Just to let you know, everyone looks exactly like they do in the movie. Why? Because I like them better that way lol. Oh yes and if you're wondering about the whole "Holy Alan Rickman" thing, I once had a dream where God looked exactly like Alan Rickman. NO I'M NOT ON CRACK! Geesh! Anyways, read on!
Chapter 2- Of Flapjacks, Pikachu's, and Secret Wizard Handshakes
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Blynk woke up, and yawned, stretching her arms out. Despite the previous day's events, she had actually had a good sleep. Perhaps today would be a good day after all.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Or perhaps not.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Holy Alan Rickman sweet mother of Saruman's beard GOD!"
Blynk gazed around her room, dumbfounded. Or was she even in her room? It certainly looked like her room, despite the, ah, décor changes, if you will. Vines, forest like vines, crept up the walls and all around the room. Rose petals fell from the ceiling, making the floor multicolored of pink, red, and white. A freaky white mist that smelled sweet hung in the air. Blynk sat up in her bed and gazed around the room.
"What the heck is going on here?" she said aloud, her voice trembling. She got out of her bed and jumped slightly, not used to stepping on rose petals. She pulled on a pair of pajama pants, put on her Grinch slippers, and walked out of her room. It wasn't just her room that was covered in vine. The whole hallway was! She ran down the stairs, and gawked. The computer room had a stream in it?! Since when did the computer room have a stream in it?! Gulping, she ran into the kitchen, yelling
"Dad? Dad?! What's the heck is going-" and she stopped, swaying on the spot, and stood there, and gaped. There, standing at the stove and flipping pancakes, wearing a tall white chef's hat and a white apron which read "Kiss the Cook", was none other than Elrond, Elven Lord of Rivendell!
"Oh my…" said Blynk, horrified. Elrond turned and looked at her, and smiled. He was holding a frying pan in his left hand and a spatula in the right.
"Good Morning sweetie!" he said amiably to her. "Did you sleep well? I made pancakes! Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?"
Blynk just stood there for a few seconds in shock. Finally, her voice came back to her.
"Um, yeah… I, I slept fine, d-dad. Um, p-p-pancakes? M-maybe later…" her voice trailed off again. Elrond frowned at her.
"Honey are you feeling ok? You look a little too pale."
'Too pale?' thought Blynk. She ignored the comment.
"Um, d-dad? Did you get plastic surgery or something?"
"Plastic wha'?" he replied, looking confused.
"Nevermind, heh, heh heh…" she said, sitting down at the kitchen table. She turned to her left and jumped. There sitting next to her was Boromir!
"B-Boromir?!" she said in surprise. He looked at her and sighed.
"Well DUH sis, of course its me! Who did you think I was? Barney the Purple dinosaur? Geesh…" he said, and started fishing around in a box of Pops cereal, his tongue sticking out in frustration.
"Oh. Um, yeah. My mistake…" said Blynk, trying not to freak out. She looked over in the living room. Bad idea.
This area of the house was not covered in vines. Oh no. Instead, it was just like the Prancing Pony. The fireplace was still there, and so were the couches, but now there was a small bar on the wall. The tv was now a big screen and was in the corner. Right now, a football game was on. On the couch sat Gandalf and Saruman.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon!" said Gandalf, pounding the floor with his feet.
"Lets go Patriots!" said Saruman, and he gave a big whoop. A cheer erupted from the crowd on the screen, and Gandalf and Saruman jumped up and down.
"SCORE!!!" they both yelled, and proceeded with some type of manly yet clever handshake which they had made up during their spare time. Excerpts included "Whacka whacka do da! Who got the scora? We did! We did! Gooooooooo TEAM!"
The two old men started laughing and sat back down on the couch. Blynk's head turned around and she faced forward again. The expression on her face was priceless.
"Oh WOW!" said Boromir suddenly. Blynk turned and looked at him in confusion. He was grinning very broadly and was holding a small Pikachu action figure. He turned to look at her.
"Look Blynk! I got the new one! I got the new one!!!" he said, very excited, grabbing her hand and shaking it up and down.
"That's great Boromir! That's great…" she said, smiling weakly. Boromir smilied and started eating his Pops cereal and playing "airplane" with his Pikachu.
"Somebody get me out of here.." Blynk muttered, standing up. "I wonder if everything else is this screwed up…"
"Where are you going sweetie?" Elrond asked her.
"Um, just in the backyard dad!" she said, giving him a fake smile.
"Ok!" said Elrond, smiling. "Oh, sweetie? Would you mind getting the mail while you're at it?"
"Um, sure thing dad!" she replied. Elrond smiled at her and returned to his pancakes. Blynk bit her lip and ran outside.
"Oh dear Lord…" she said, looking around. Trees. Trees were EVERYWHERE. Where was the house that had been next door? Because it was GONE now!
"Oh crap…" said Blynk, running to the other side of her house. "YES- …oh no…" she cried. The dead end street was STILL there! But it was miles longer, and at the end was…
"Mount Doom?!" Blynk yelled. "Oh my God oh my God…" she said, and began pacing in the middle of the street.
"Ok. Ok ok ok… This, this isn't bad. No, no this isn't bad." She stopped and stamped the ground. "What am I talking about?! This IS bad! Ok, ok…" she said, and continued to pace. "Lets think here Blynk, lets think here. Pros and cons. Pro: your father is an elf lord and supreme ruler. Con: He flips flapjacks and acts like the dad on full house. Pro: There's a bar in your house and you've got a big screen tv. Con: There are two wizards in there who are supposed to be enemies watching pro football together, which you hate, and they've invented their own secret handshake. Pro: Your brother is Boromir, who should be dead but hey, a prince of Minas Tirith and should now be the king as Denethor's dead. Con: He has the maturity level of a 10 year old and enjoys Pokemon. The conclusion:" She stopped pacing. "I've gone totally insane."
She began walking back up to her house. As she did so, a hobbit walked past her and ran back.
"Excuse me! M'lady!" he said to her. She turned and looked down at him wide-eyed.
"You wouldn't happen to have any pipe weed, would you?" he asked her. Without a change of expression, she turned around and headed back up towards the house.
"Midget men are asking me for marijuana, breathe Blynk, breathe…"
As she entered the house, Boromir was fighting with Saruman and Gandalf over the tv controller.
"I wanna watch POKEMON!"
"Its HALF TIME!"
"POKEMON!"
"HALF TIME!"
"POKEMON!!!"
"HALF TIME!!!"
"PO-KE-MONNNNNN!!!!!!"
She passed through the kitchen. Elrond was still busy at the stove.
"Where's the mail?"
"I didn't get it."
"Where are you going?"
"Upstairs to wake up."
"Oh… But don't you want some-?"
"NO."
She ran up the stairs and through the hallway. She entered her room, which was still covered in vines, and shut the door.
"A dream! That's it! This is allllll just a dream…" she said aloud, striding over to a bed. "All just a dream. And when I wake up, it'll be all over. It'll be all over…" She got in her bed and hid under the covers.
"Mfph."
Blynk's eyes zapped open. She did not just say "Mfph". If she didn't say "Mfph", then who did?
She reached her hand over to the other side of the bed, and felt- hair? Curly hair. She pulled.
"Ouch!"
"What the-?!"
At the same time, Blynk hopped out of the bed and stood on the right side, and Pippin, wearing a huge gray t-shirt and some boxers, hopped out on the left.
"Blynk?!"
"Pippin?!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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A/N: hehehe S.W.H's; Secret Wizard Handshakes. And yes, they both screamed "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" at the same time. It just gives it that funny effect.
Boy things certainly are screwed up for Blynk aren't they? And how the heck did Pippin get in her bed? Tune in next chapter for the continuation of "My Father is a Flapjack-Flipping Elf Lord!" *doinky music starts playing*
Chapter 2- Of Flapjacks, Pikachu's, and Secret Wizard Handshakes
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Blynk woke up, and yawned, stretching her arms out. Despite the previous day's events, she had actually had a good sleep. Perhaps today would be a good day after all.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Or perhaps not.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Holy Alan Rickman sweet mother of Saruman's beard GOD!"
Blynk gazed around her room, dumbfounded. Or was she even in her room? It certainly looked like her room, despite the, ah, décor changes, if you will. Vines, forest like vines, crept up the walls and all around the room. Rose petals fell from the ceiling, making the floor multicolored of pink, red, and white. A freaky white mist that smelled sweet hung in the air. Blynk sat up in her bed and gazed around the room.
"What the heck is going on here?" she said aloud, her voice trembling. She got out of her bed and jumped slightly, not used to stepping on rose petals. She pulled on a pair of pajama pants, put on her Grinch slippers, and walked out of her room. It wasn't just her room that was covered in vine. The whole hallway was! She ran down the stairs, and gawked. The computer room had a stream in it?! Since when did the computer room have a stream in it?! Gulping, she ran into the kitchen, yelling
"Dad? Dad?! What's the heck is going-" and she stopped, swaying on the spot, and stood there, and gaped. There, standing at the stove and flipping pancakes, wearing a tall white chef's hat and a white apron which read "Kiss the Cook", was none other than Elrond, Elven Lord of Rivendell!
"Oh my…" said Blynk, horrified. Elrond turned and looked at her, and smiled. He was holding a frying pan in his left hand and a spatula in the right.
"Good Morning sweetie!" he said amiably to her. "Did you sleep well? I made pancakes! Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?"
Blynk just stood there for a few seconds in shock. Finally, her voice came back to her.
"Um, yeah… I, I slept fine, d-dad. Um, p-p-pancakes? M-maybe later…" her voice trailed off again. Elrond frowned at her.
"Honey are you feeling ok? You look a little too pale."
'Too pale?' thought Blynk. She ignored the comment.
"Um, d-dad? Did you get plastic surgery or something?"
"Plastic wha'?" he replied, looking confused.
"Nevermind, heh, heh heh…" she said, sitting down at the kitchen table. She turned to her left and jumped. There sitting next to her was Boromir!
"B-Boromir?!" she said in surprise. He looked at her and sighed.
"Well DUH sis, of course its me! Who did you think I was? Barney the Purple dinosaur? Geesh…" he said, and started fishing around in a box of Pops cereal, his tongue sticking out in frustration.
"Oh. Um, yeah. My mistake…" said Blynk, trying not to freak out. She looked over in the living room. Bad idea.
This area of the house was not covered in vines. Oh no. Instead, it was just like the Prancing Pony. The fireplace was still there, and so were the couches, but now there was a small bar on the wall. The tv was now a big screen and was in the corner. Right now, a football game was on. On the couch sat Gandalf and Saruman.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon!" said Gandalf, pounding the floor with his feet.
"Lets go Patriots!" said Saruman, and he gave a big whoop. A cheer erupted from the crowd on the screen, and Gandalf and Saruman jumped up and down.
"SCORE!!!" they both yelled, and proceeded with some type of manly yet clever handshake which they had made up during their spare time. Excerpts included "Whacka whacka do da! Who got the scora? We did! We did! Gooooooooo TEAM!"
The two old men started laughing and sat back down on the couch. Blynk's head turned around and she faced forward again. The expression on her face was priceless.
"Oh WOW!" said Boromir suddenly. Blynk turned and looked at him in confusion. He was grinning very broadly and was holding a small Pikachu action figure. He turned to look at her.
"Look Blynk! I got the new one! I got the new one!!!" he said, very excited, grabbing her hand and shaking it up and down.
"That's great Boromir! That's great…" she said, smiling weakly. Boromir smilied and started eating his Pops cereal and playing "airplane" with his Pikachu.
"Somebody get me out of here.." Blynk muttered, standing up. "I wonder if everything else is this screwed up…"
"Where are you going sweetie?" Elrond asked her.
"Um, just in the backyard dad!" she said, giving him a fake smile.
"Ok!" said Elrond, smiling. "Oh, sweetie? Would you mind getting the mail while you're at it?"
"Um, sure thing dad!" she replied. Elrond smiled at her and returned to his pancakes. Blynk bit her lip and ran outside.
"Oh dear Lord…" she said, looking around. Trees. Trees were EVERYWHERE. Where was the house that had been next door? Because it was GONE now!
"Oh crap…" said Blynk, running to the other side of her house. "YES- …oh no…" she cried. The dead end street was STILL there! But it was miles longer, and at the end was…
"Mount Doom?!" Blynk yelled. "Oh my God oh my God…" she said, and began pacing in the middle of the street.
"Ok. Ok ok ok… This, this isn't bad. No, no this isn't bad." She stopped and stamped the ground. "What am I talking about?! This IS bad! Ok, ok…" she said, and continued to pace. "Lets think here Blynk, lets think here. Pros and cons. Pro: your father is an elf lord and supreme ruler. Con: He flips flapjacks and acts like the dad on full house. Pro: There's a bar in your house and you've got a big screen tv. Con: There are two wizards in there who are supposed to be enemies watching pro football together, which you hate, and they've invented their own secret handshake. Pro: Your brother is Boromir, who should be dead but hey, a prince of Minas Tirith and should now be the king as Denethor's dead. Con: He has the maturity level of a 10 year old and enjoys Pokemon. The conclusion:" She stopped pacing. "I've gone totally insane."
She began walking back up to her house. As she did so, a hobbit walked past her and ran back.
"Excuse me! M'lady!" he said to her. She turned and looked down at him wide-eyed.
"You wouldn't happen to have any pipe weed, would you?" he asked her. Without a change of expression, she turned around and headed back up towards the house.
"Midget men are asking me for marijuana, breathe Blynk, breathe…"
As she entered the house, Boromir was fighting with Saruman and Gandalf over the tv controller.
"I wanna watch POKEMON!"
"Its HALF TIME!"
"POKEMON!"
"HALF TIME!"
"POKEMON!!!"
"HALF TIME!!!"
"PO-KE-MONNNNNN!!!!!!"
She passed through the kitchen. Elrond was still busy at the stove.
"Where's the mail?"
"I didn't get it."
"Where are you going?"
"Upstairs to wake up."
"Oh… But don't you want some-?"
"NO."
She ran up the stairs and through the hallway. She entered her room, which was still covered in vines, and shut the door.
"A dream! That's it! This is allllll just a dream…" she said aloud, striding over to a bed. "All just a dream. And when I wake up, it'll be all over. It'll be all over…" She got in her bed and hid under the covers.
"Mfph."
Blynk's eyes zapped open. She did not just say "Mfph". If she didn't say "Mfph", then who did?
She reached her hand over to the other side of the bed, and felt- hair? Curly hair. She pulled.
"Ouch!"
"What the-?!"
At the same time, Blynk hopped out of the bed and stood on the right side, and Pippin, wearing a huge gray t-shirt and some boxers, hopped out on the left.
"Blynk?!"
"Pippin?!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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A/N: hehehe S.W.H's; Secret Wizard Handshakes. And yes, they both screamed "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" at the same time. It just gives it that funny effect.
Boy things certainly are screwed up for Blynk aren't they? And how the heck did Pippin get in her bed? Tune in next chapter for the continuation of "My Father is a Flapjack-Flipping Elf Lord!" *doinky music starts playing*