~*~* A/N: This was written by me at 4:30 in the morning, after a breif but terrifying encounter with a mouse. Yes, a mouse. In my house. ... Anyway, I hope you enjoy my inane 4:30 am babble. *~*~


What Would Happen if the Fellowship of the Ring Had A Mouse..in their House
(OR: Kristin's 4:30 AM Babble)



"Oh god!" exclaimed Legolas, jumping up onto a chair and shreiking.

"What?!" demanded Aragorn, standing below with his hands on his hips.

"A mouse! Oh, god, Strider, kill it, kill it!" shouted Legolas, jumping up and down on the chair incessantly.

Aragorn looked around, wide eyed. "A mouse? Holy god, why didn't you say so? And I don't even have my Broken Sword that Was Reforged!" He put on that patented tough guy look, his muscles rippling through his thin white shirt. (A/N: That was for Pix.) Then, the mouse looked at him, and he, too, jumped on a chair.

Just then, Gandalf walked in. Upon seeing the mouse, he too jumped atop a chair, shouting, "Oh, god, it's Butterbur come back to get me! I knew I should've turned him into a toad instead of a rodent!"

Boromir came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist and around his head. "What's going on?"

"A mouse!" shreiked Legolas, Aragorn, and Gandalf, and Boromir leapt onto the table, barely able to keep the white towel around his strong, muscular, yummy waist. (A/N: ... that was for you, Lil.)

The four hobbits came in just then, and were astonished to find the four larger members of the fellowship atop chairs and the table.

"What's going on, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam, and Frodo shrugged.

"I don't know, but if you call me Mr. Frodo one more time, I'll have no choice but to.."

He was cut off by Sam's loud scream, as the larger hobbit jumped into Frodo's arms.

"A mouse, Mr. Frodo, a mouse!"

Merry and Pippin shared a look, and rolled their eyes. They were about to say something, when, out of a cupboard, popped Gimli.

"What in the name of Gloin, son of Groin, son of Farin, son of Nain II, son of Oin, son of Gloin, son of Thorin I, son of Thrain, son of Nain I, son of Durin VI..." he went on like this for several minutes, before finishing his sentence, "Is going on here?!"

After he established that there was a mouse, he jumped up, holding onto Legolas' leg for dear life.

Merry looked at Pippin. Pippin looked at Merry. With one fell swoop, Pippin bent, picked up the mouse by the tail, and, with a charming, mysterious, handsome, sweet, attractive, cunning, charismatic, enchanting, magnetic, alluring, tempting, enthralling, mystifying, princely, adorable, sly, entrancing, striking, beautiful, engaging, friendly, enticing, gorgeous, gentle, cute, soft-hearted smile (A/N: That was for ME! :-D), turned and carried it out the door.

Everyone looked at Gandalf for a moment, anticipating his next words. Throwing his staff aside, he sighed and said, in a monotonous voice, "Fool of a Took."



~*~*A/N: That took me... 15 minutes to write.. and.. It's not funny, but that's okay. *~*~