The Half Smart Fellowship
Our story starts out on a chilly winter day. The fellowship trugged along on a rugged, rocky path. Gimli, who hadn't slept very well, was lagging behind the rest, eyes drooping. Abruptly, he dropped to his knees and feel promptly asleep.\
"Get up you fatty!" Frodo commanded, turning around to look at the fallen dwarf. "You're so stupid! Why can't you just be a little bit smart?"
"Oh be quiet, Frito-er-Frodo," Gimli murmured.
"Frodo has a bag of Fritos?! WHERE?!" Pippen exclaimed, tackling the ringbearer. "YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US! GIVE ME THE FRITOS! I NEED THE FRITOS!"
Sam, seeing his master in dire need of assistance, rushed over and began to kick Pippen in the side.
"Pippen! Get off Mr. Frodo!" he cried. "You dope of a Hobbit!"
Gandalf, sighing, looped the end of his staff through Pippens cloak, and with a heave, sent him flying into a tree.
"Fool of a Took," he muttered.
"HEY! I FOUND APPLES IN THIS HERE TREE!" Pippen's glee filled voice called.
"What? Stop talking like that! You're not from Kentucky!" Sam grumbled.
Aragorn turned to the baffled looking Legolas and whispered, "What's a Kentucky?"
"You do not know what a Kentucky is?" Legolas inquired, looking astonished. "...Wait...what is a Kentucky?"\
Pippen carefully leapt out of the tree, apples tucked in the folds of his shirt and spilling from his pockets.
"You dummy!" Gandalf muttered.
"What?" Pippen asked, looking dejected.
"I don't know...you're just a dummy."
Aragorn quickly sauntered up to the tree and looked it over.
"Well, if we're going to take some apples...why not just take the whole tree?"
With that he unsheathed his sword and sliced through the trunk of the tree.
As the tree crashed to the ground, Aragorn calmly replaced his sword into it's sheath and smirked at the expressions of awe he was recieving.\
The Fellowship's attention was diverted, for a man, clothed in black, had desended from the branches of a near by tree. His sword was in hand as he crouched, silently staring.\
"What is that dude doing?" Frodo inquired softly to Sam.\
Sam shrugged and Frodo spoke up. "Um, are you going to attack us or something? Because if you are I want to have fair warning so I can run away screaming like a little girl."\
"My name is Aldarion, but people refer to me as Feanaro," he informed.
He looked as though he was going to continue, but a swarm of orcs burst upon them.
The Fellowship drew their swords, bows, and staffs, readying for battle.\
The orcs howled and the fellowship charged, beginning combat.\
After the majority of the orcs had been defeated, their eyes shifted to Legolas, who was wobbling slightly, an orc arrow visably showing through his leg.
Grimly, he broke the head off and quickly grasped the tail, pulled it out. \
"Man, forget this whole adventure thing. I'm going home," Frodo voiced, turning to leave. "This whole deal is too morbid."
Our story starts out on a chilly winter day. The fellowship trugged along on a rugged, rocky path. Gimli, who hadn't slept very well, was lagging behind the rest, eyes drooping. Abruptly, he dropped to his knees and feel promptly asleep.\
"Get up you fatty!" Frodo commanded, turning around to look at the fallen dwarf. "You're so stupid! Why can't you just be a little bit smart?"
"Oh be quiet, Frito-er-Frodo," Gimli murmured.
"Frodo has a bag of Fritos?! WHERE?!" Pippen exclaimed, tackling the ringbearer. "YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US! GIVE ME THE FRITOS! I NEED THE FRITOS!"
Sam, seeing his master in dire need of assistance, rushed over and began to kick Pippen in the side.
"Pippen! Get off Mr. Frodo!" he cried. "You dope of a Hobbit!"
Gandalf, sighing, looped the end of his staff through Pippens cloak, and with a heave, sent him flying into a tree.
"Fool of a Took," he muttered.
"HEY! I FOUND APPLES IN THIS HERE TREE!" Pippen's glee filled voice called.
"What? Stop talking like that! You're not from Kentucky!" Sam grumbled.
Aragorn turned to the baffled looking Legolas and whispered, "What's a Kentucky?"
"You do not know what a Kentucky is?" Legolas inquired, looking astonished. "...Wait...what is a Kentucky?"\
Pippen carefully leapt out of the tree, apples tucked in the folds of his shirt and spilling from his pockets.
"You dummy!" Gandalf muttered.
"What?" Pippen asked, looking dejected.
"I don't know...you're just a dummy."
Aragorn quickly sauntered up to the tree and looked it over.
"Well, if we're going to take some apples...why not just take the whole tree?"
With that he unsheathed his sword and sliced through the trunk of the tree.
As the tree crashed to the ground, Aragorn calmly replaced his sword into it's sheath and smirked at the expressions of awe he was recieving.\
The Fellowship's attention was diverted, for a man, clothed in black, had desended from the branches of a near by tree. His sword was in hand as he crouched, silently staring.\
"What is that dude doing?" Frodo inquired softly to Sam.\
Sam shrugged and Frodo spoke up. "Um, are you going to attack us or something? Because if you are I want to have fair warning so I can run away screaming like a little girl."\
"My name is Aldarion, but people refer to me as Feanaro," he informed.
He looked as though he was going to continue, but a swarm of orcs burst upon them.
The Fellowship drew their swords, bows, and staffs, readying for battle.\
The orcs howled and the fellowship charged, beginning combat.\
After the majority of the orcs had been defeated, their eyes shifted to Legolas, who was wobbling slightly, an orc arrow visably showing through his leg.
Grimly, he broke the head off and quickly grasped the tail, pulled it out. \
"Man, forget this whole adventure thing. I'm going home," Frodo voiced, turning to leave. "This whole deal is too morbid."