From Lorien the Fellowship set out again.
"Hey! We are not that far from my house!" Legolas exclaimed as he saw the treetops of Mirkwood.
"So?" Pixie asked as the Fellowship kept walking.
"Just saying, we're not far from my house."
"Guys?" Pippin stopped.
"What is it now?" Aragorn asked.
"I lost my place on the map. I can't seem to find Route 409!" he panicked.
"Give me that!" Pixie grabbed the map off him.
"Let me see!" Legolas said.
"Hungry Boy!" Pixie shook the map while Legolas was trying to get it off her to look at it.
"Hold it still!" Legolas said.
"Hungry Boy!" Pixie yelled again.
"This is not a map of Middle Earth!" Legolas said after a while.
"But...but it has to be!" Pippin protested.
"Well you see here," Legolas showed the map to Pippin. "You see, there is no such place in Middle Earth as Texas, New York or Las Vegas."
"There isn't?" Merry's happy face turned sad.
"So we're not going to the Caesar's Palace casino?" Sam asked.
"Do you even know what a casino is, dumbass?" Pixie hit Sam.
"Stop it! All of you!" Gandalf ordered. "Legolas! Run home and get another map!"
"But..man!" Legolas whined.
"Just go!" Boromir yelled.
"We'll wait for you here." Aragorn said and sat down.
"Fine!" Legolas exclaimed.
"Oh no you don't!" Pixie grabbed his cloak.
"What?" Legolas asked trying to break free.
"I'm coming too so you're not so slow this time."
"Can I come too?" Pippin asked.
"Why?" Legolas asked him.
"She might give me an onion." Pippin whispered to him.
"The only thing she'll give you is a concussion if you keep on having your little problem." Legolas said quietly to him. "And I'll help." He added.
Pippin just looked puzzled at Frodo. Frodo just shook his head.
"I'll go saddle a horse for you then." Aragorn got up.
"We had a horse?!" Pixie exclaimed.
"And nobody told me?!" Legolas said outraged.
"And here I was using my own two feet!" Pixie continued to yell.
Pippin and Legolas were fighting about who gets to ride first.
"There's a way to settle this." Boromir offered.
"No sword fighting!" Aragorn and Frodo said together.
"Blast and damn!" Boromir exclaimed.
"I get to ride it!" Legolas said and pushed Pippin out of the way.
"No I do!" Pippin pushed Legolas back.
"Enough!" Frodo said. "Do paper, scissors, rock."
"Fine." Pixie said.
"One two three!" Frodo counted.
"I bet you!" Pippin screamed. "I bet you!"
"It doesn't count!" Pixie said.
"Why not?"
"Because Legolas didn't play!" she pointed at Legolas who was standing and sulking with his arms folded across his chest.
"Legolas!" Pippin said as he tugged on his cloak. "Play!!"
"No!"
"Why not??" Pippin continued.
"I want to ride it." He kept sulking.
"Why the hell don't you just take turns?!" Boromir raged.
"Fine." Pippin sighed.
"Who's going to go first?" Sam asked.
"Me!" Legolas said as he began to mount the horse.
"Me!" Pippin pushed Legolas off and they began fighting.
"Aren't you going to do anything about it Gandalf?" Frodo asked.
"I cannot be bothered anymore." Gandalf said tiredly.
"ME!" Pixie said as she climbed on the horse and rode off with Pippin and Legolas running after her.
"Hey! We are not that far from my house!" Legolas exclaimed as he saw the treetops of Mirkwood.
"So?" Pixie asked as the Fellowship kept walking.
"Just saying, we're not far from my house."
"Guys?" Pippin stopped.
"What is it now?" Aragorn asked.
"I lost my place on the map. I can't seem to find Route 409!" he panicked.
"Give me that!" Pixie grabbed the map off him.
"Let me see!" Legolas said.
"Hungry Boy!" Pixie shook the map while Legolas was trying to get it off her to look at it.
"Hold it still!" Legolas said.
"Hungry Boy!" Pixie yelled again.
"This is not a map of Middle Earth!" Legolas said after a while.
"But...but it has to be!" Pippin protested.
"Well you see here," Legolas showed the map to Pippin. "You see, there is no such place in Middle Earth as Texas, New York or Las Vegas."
"There isn't?" Merry's happy face turned sad.
"So we're not going to the Caesar's Palace casino?" Sam asked.
"Do you even know what a casino is, dumbass?" Pixie hit Sam.
"Stop it! All of you!" Gandalf ordered. "Legolas! Run home and get another map!"
"But..man!" Legolas whined.
"Just go!" Boromir yelled.
"We'll wait for you here." Aragorn said and sat down.
"Fine!" Legolas exclaimed.
"Oh no you don't!" Pixie grabbed his cloak.
"What?" Legolas asked trying to break free.
"I'm coming too so you're not so slow this time."
"Can I come too?" Pippin asked.
"Why?" Legolas asked him.
"She might give me an onion." Pippin whispered to him.
"The only thing she'll give you is a concussion if you keep on having your little problem." Legolas said quietly to him. "And I'll help." He added.
Pippin just looked puzzled at Frodo. Frodo just shook his head.
"I'll go saddle a horse for you then." Aragorn got up.
"We had a horse?!" Pixie exclaimed.
"And nobody told me?!" Legolas said outraged.
"And here I was using my own two feet!" Pixie continued to yell.
Pippin and Legolas were fighting about who gets to ride first.
"There's a way to settle this." Boromir offered.
"No sword fighting!" Aragorn and Frodo said together.
"Blast and damn!" Boromir exclaimed.
"I get to ride it!" Legolas said and pushed Pippin out of the way.
"No I do!" Pippin pushed Legolas back.
"Enough!" Frodo said. "Do paper, scissors, rock."
"Fine." Pixie said.
"One two three!" Frodo counted.
"I bet you!" Pippin screamed. "I bet you!"
"It doesn't count!" Pixie said.
"Why not?"
"Because Legolas didn't play!" she pointed at Legolas who was standing and sulking with his arms folded across his chest.
"Legolas!" Pippin said as he tugged on his cloak. "Play!!"
"No!"
"Why not??" Pippin continued.
"I want to ride it." He kept sulking.
"Why the hell don't you just take turns?!" Boromir raged.
"Fine." Pippin sighed.
"Who's going to go first?" Sam asked.
"Me!" Legolas said as he began to mount the horse.
"Me!" Pippin pushed Legolas off and they began fighting.
"Aren't you going to do anything about it Gandalf?" Frodo asked.
"I cannot be bothered anymore." Gandalf said tiredly.
"ME!" Pixie said as she climbed on the horse and rode off with Pippin and Legolas running after her.
