Yippeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fanfiction is now working. The only problem I have now is that I actually have to write something. Oh well. So, here goes another part of the chapter. Let's see, where did I leave off from? Trisana and Ariel finally escaped the dreadfully handsome orc and just drove under a bridge that was too short and they were all like, AHHHHHHHHH! No, wait, I don't think I got as far as the bridge part, not sure, don't remember but if your wondering why they thought they were so freaking dead, it was because they went under a bridge that had a clearance height of about 12 and ½ feet and the truck was a good 13 feet at the least. I think it would be a good idea to have an international standard for trucks. Anyway, that's about all I have to say here so I'm going to begin the story that I don't remember. If I say anything wrong or repeat anything, don't tell me, I don't really care.
They were having the time of their lives in that little white house with its white picket fence. No one was there to bug them or tell them what to do and no one was there to push them into dropping that dreadful ring down Hells Canyon. Frodo no longer felt the power vested in him to take up the ring and so, everyone was more peaceful and much more relaxed.
Boromir was lying in his underwear on the couch playing manchola with Legolas. And, Legolas of course, was already winning. The hobbits were up to no good. They had become tired of the white picket fence and painted it neon orange with blue pocca-dots. The rest of the fellowship did not find this amusing so they hung all four little hobbits upon a clothes line and pelted them with sponges dripping with bright yellow paint. They left them out there to dry for the main portion of the day. Gimli had been talking to the neighbor about the best weed-whacking techniques and how an ax works better than any electric utensil that was created. Trisana and Ariel's neighbor then taught Gimli about leaf blowers verses raking and Gimli was much impressed.
Gimli began working on the neighbors lawn and the neighbor's wife brought out cookies and milk. We'll call this neighbor Mr. Wratched and we'll call his wife Mrs. Wratched. So, while Gimli was landscaping, he noticed a particular tree that needed to come down. With ax in hand, he stood ready to attack the scrawny little twig.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" cried Legolas immediately. The elf came rushing out of the house, his lovely hair flowing behind his handsome visage. He ran to the scrawny little tree and flung his arms wildly around it in hopes of blocking Gimli's fearsome swing.
"You will not harm this tree! It lives and breathes just as we all do. If you harm this tree then you will have to kill me first!" Legolas cried in vain for Gimli was already about to swing.
"Treehuggger! Die all treehuggers!" And with that he let go a fearsome blow which struck the beautiful elf's slender neck. A thin stream of blood poured forth from Legolas' neck but Legolas, in spirit, was not harmed. He got up and drew his dagger from it scabbard and held it erect.
"You foul scum! You block, you stone, you worth than senseless thing! Strike not a man who has no arms upon his back? By god! You shall digest the venom of your spleen!" With that, Legolas poured forth all his energy and all his will to fight upon the pour Gimli who was now off his guard snacking on the sugar cookies and talking to Mrs. Wretched.
Ok, that's all for now, when I get another bunch of ideas, I'll write them down as fast as I can and whenever I have time. Bye bye for now!
