Ch3: The Fight

The next morning the remaining fellowship met back at the clump of trees and rocks that they had been meeting at the past two days. But to their horror Armosis didn't show up. They waited for hours on end.

"That bitch!!!!! Two bit whore.....," roared Gimli.

"Now now, Gimli," sighed Legolas. "there is no need to get antsy."

"What do you mean? We have been sitting here with our thumbs up our butts and the slut has not shown up!" yelled Gimli as he jumped in front of Legolas, with his axe ready. Legolas being surprised took the closest weapon, this unfortunately was Sam's skillet and jumped up. "Great, maybe I can burn him with hot oil" thought Legolas sarcastically.

"She is not a whore, bitch, or slut," said Arargorn stepping between Gimli and Legolas, trying to stop the skirmish. "And I thought you two were now friends."

"Only to keep that Tolkinie guy happy!" yelled Gimli kicking Aragorn in the knees, which made him fall down.

"DON'T YOU DARE MAKE FUN OF TOLKEIN!!!!!!! IT'S THE ONLY REASON WE EXIST YOU BUTT!!!!!!" screamed Legolas and he started bashing Gimli on the head with the skillet. "Hey, this piece of crap works!"

"Not the skillet!" moaned Sam. Frodo patted his shoulder for comfort.

"Bash him again!" Merry and Pippin shouted repeatedly, as they shook their fists. Aragorn gave up and sat down next to Sam to try to calm him. Frodo was failing miserably by himself to calm down Sam. He was offended that his weapon was called a piece of crap.

Finally after a lot of girlish bashing, Gimli passed out on the ground. "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" cried Legolas triumphantly. Then he started doing the Macarena( and horribly, if anybody wants to know. Who would?). Merry and Pippin shrieked and ran off.

Sam walked over slowly and picked up his skillet. There was a gigantic dent in the middle of it and the handle was twisted. "It...was....my favorite!" sniffled Sam.

"That was cruel," said Frodo to Legolas.

"But he was going to be voted off anyway," pouted Legolas, drawing circles in the dirt with his foot. "I'm sawry."

"Tell that to Sam," commanded Frodo pointed over at Sam who was kneeling on the ground and beating himself in the head with the skillet.

"Sorry, Sam!" cried Legolas running over and picking him up off the ground. "It was wonderful though. I will buy you a skillet once we get off this hellish show."

"Okay," said Sam cheerily. Frodo and Aragorn glanced at each other with dismay.

"Where's Gimli's body?" asked Aragorn, when he looked away.

"Hopefully the spiders' got him," giggled Sam.

"Probably the film crew or somebody," said Frodo glancing around. "At least we don't have to vote anybody off today. We just kind of killed him."

"Oh well, he was getting too big for his britches," said Legolas.

"Let's go and try to find Merry and Pippin. I do not trust them out here," said Aragorn as he walked off into the direction that Merry and Pippin had fled to. Suddenly there was a thundering sound.

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Pippin,

Legolas,

or

Frodo.

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