The Fellowship's Revenge
By the ELF BRODs
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This is AGAIN, written by Samantha and I of the ELF BRODs. We STILL need members! We have *counts on her fingers* 3-4 spots left that need to be filled (Faramir, Haldir, Eomer, and Celeborn...) ! E-mail me for a questionnaire to join! *It's easy...just asking about your background reading and stuff*. My e-mail is prettyblue_eyes0874@yahoo.com!
Disclaimer: who am I to claim these characters? Too bad...wish they were mine! *pouts* Anyway! READ ON!
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The King Speaks...And Elrond Squeals
A short knock on the door started everyone in the room. "Be gon--" Boromir started, but was pushed aside by Aragorn.
"I will speak," he ordered calmly.
Boromir scowled. "Why?"
"Because you are too threatening, because you are too greedy, and because I am your King," he replied. Boromir grumbled angrily, but gave in.
A voice outside spoke first. "We wish to negotiate!"
"Speak," Aragorn commanded.
"In exchange of the actors, unharmed, we will give you ten thousand dollars," the murmured voice replied.
"Your money has no value to us," the ranger answered. "We wish to talk to the leader."
"Our leader?" Billy broke in, but was immediately silenced by Pippin sitting on his face.
Aragorn nodded. "The one you call Peter Jackson."
Elijah looked up with hope. "PETER!!!" he cried. "PETER, HELP US!!!"
Elrond looked happily at Viggo who was tied up, but now in a ballerina suite. "Oh, don't you just look like the cutest thing! Coochie-choochie-koo!" he giggled happily.
Arwen looked at her immature father. "Father, now how old are we???"
Elrond looked up happy. "Doesn't he just look like the sweetest doll???"
Arwen looked longingly at Hugo. "Ok, Ok, where did you get the make-up???" she demanded. All the hobbits looked excited as they found load of costumes in a trunk and began to dress up their actor-look-alike.
Aragorn stood up. "HEY! STOP! This is getting WAY too out of han-" a pair of underwear was thrown in his face as Boromir looked smug, sitting on Sean.
"Well enforced, King," he spat triumphantly.
Aragorn crossed his arms strictly across his chest and glared at Boromir. "Might I remind you, son of Gondor, that I am your King, and I have the power to sentence you to death with the snap of my fingers. So get off your hostage and bite your tongue next time you decide to say something out of line."
Boromir obeyed, but quietly mimicked the ranger when he turned away. Before things could get out of hand, another sharp knocking at the door disrupted everyone.
"We offer you a trade!" the muffled voice of Peter Jackson spoke through the heavy door.
"We're listening," Aragorn answered.
Many quiet voices outside spoke over each other, before Peter replied once again, "We have mushrooms and tobacc-- I mean, pipeweed."
The hobbits and the hobbit-actors' ears perked at the mention of the two words. Immediately, they leapt to their feet and stampeded down the door and the crowd waiting outside.
Aragorn slapped his forehead in disappointment. This ransom was not going well.
Elrond stopped the Hobbits before they ever reached the door. "You foolish hobbits! Do you REALLY think they have Pipeweed and Mushrooms??? Pippin! You know why we're here! Don't mess it up!" Elrond went back to Viggo and gave him back his cloths.
Aragorn looked smug as if everything was going his way. Well, that is until Pippin decided to climb the vent. He didn't care what Elrond's commands were- he wanted the mushrooms! "PIPPIN!!!" commanded Aragorn. "Get back here before I cut off your head!"
Pippin looked out from the ceiling. "Make me!" he spat. Legolas, wanting to defend his friend, pulled out his bow and shot an arrow at Pippin, missing the hobbit by a centimeter.
"GO LEGOLAS! GO LEGOLAS!" Elrond and Arwen were cheering in elvish and doing a little cheer. "It's your birthday! Go kill him!"
"Gosh, Legolas," Sam piped in quietly. "You missed Pippin by a centimeter. You're losing your skill, aren't you?"
That earned the poor hobbit a cold glare that could freeze the depths of Mount Doom. "I never miss, Master Samwise. If I was aiming for Master Pippin, he would be dead by now."
Sam blushed a deep shade of red that none thought possible.
"Legolas," Aragorn said calmly. "Retrieve Pippin. We cannot have a wild hobbit loose in hostile area. Who knows what the habitants here are capable of."
The elf shot a look at the king as if he was insane. "You want me, to go into that small vent?"
Aragorn returned a glare equally as threatening. "Is there a problem?"
"With all due respect, my liege," Legolas began, staring at the vent from below. "I see many flaws in that suggestion. First, I am an elf, not a mole. Second, I am an elf *prince*, and royalty certainly does not crawl into VENTS. Thirdly, as slim as I might be, there is no way in Mordor that I can fit--"
"Well, shove yourself in if you must," Aragorn ordered. "I care not how you do it, as long as your objective is achieved."
Legolas opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off. "Go!"
By the ELF BRODs
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This is AGAIN, written by Samantha and I of the ELF BRODs. We STILL need members! We have *counts on her fingers* 3-4 spots left that need to be filled (Faramir, Haldir, Eomer, and Celeborn...) ! E-mail me for a questionnaire to join! *It's easy...just asking about your background reading and stuff*. My e-mail is prettyblue_eyes0874@yahoo.com!
Disclaimer: who am I to claim these characters? Too bad...wish they were mine! *pouts* Anyway! READ ON!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The King Speaks...And Elrond Squeals
A short knock on the door started everyone in the room. "Be gon--" Boromir started, but was pushed aside by Aragorn.
"I will speak," he ordered calmly.
Boromir scowled. "Why?"
"Because you are too threatening, because you are too greedy, and because I am your King," he replied. Boromir grumbled angrily, but gave in.
A voice outside spoke first. "We wish to negotiate!"
"Speak," Aragorn commanded.
"In exchange of the actors, unharmed, we will give you ten thousand dollars," the murmured voice replied.
"Your money has no value to us," the ranger answered. "We wish to talk to the leader."
"Our leader?" Billy broke in, but was immediately silenced by Pippin sitting on his face.
Aragorn nodded. "The one you call Peter Jackson."
Elijah looked up with hope. "PETER!!!" he cried. "PETER, HELP US!!!"
Elrond looked happily at Viggo who was tied up, but now in a ballerina suite. "Oh, don't you just look like the cutest thing! Coochie-choochie-koo!" he giggled happily.
Arwen looked at her immature father. "Father, now how old are we???"
Elrond looked up happy. "Doesn't he just look like the sweetest doll???"
Arwen looked longingly at Hugo. "Ok, Ok, where did you get the make-up???" she demanded. All the hobbits looked excited as they found load of costumes in a trunk and began to dress up their actor-look-alike.
Aragorn stood up. "HEY! STOP! This is getting WAY too out of han-" a pair of underwear was thrown in his face as Boromir looked smug, sitting on Sean.
"Well enforced, King," he spat triumphantly.
Aragorn crossed his arms strictly across his chest and glared at Boromir. "Might I remind you, son of Gondor, that I am your King, and I have the power to sentence you to death with the snap of my fingers. So get off your hostage and bite your tongue next time you decide to say something out of line."
Boromir obeyed, but quietly mimicked the ranger when he turned away. Before things could get out of hand, another sharp knocking at the door disrupted everyone.
"We offer you a trade!" the muffled voice of Peter Jackson spoke through the heavy door.
"We're listening," Aragorn answered.
Many quiet voices outside spoke over each other, before Peter replied once again, "We have mushrooms and tobacc-- I mean, pipeweed."
The hobbits and the hobbit-actors' ears perked at the mention of the two words. Immediately, they leapt to their feet and stampeded down the door and the crowd waiting outside.
Aragorn slapped his forehead in disappointment. This ransom was not going well.
Elrond stopped the Hobbits before they ever reached the door. "You foolish hobbits! Do you REALLY think they have Pipeweed and Mushrooms??? Pippin! You know why we're here! Don't mess it up!" Elrond went back to Viggo and gave him back his cloths.
Aragorn looked smug as if everything was going his way. Well, that is until Pippin decided to climb the vent. He didn't care what Elrond's commands were- he wanted the mushrooms! "PIPPIN!!!" commanded Aragorn. "Get back here before I cut off your head!"
Pippin looked out from the ceiling. "Make me!" he spat. Legolas, wanting to defend his friend, pulled out his bow and shot an arrow at Pippin, missing the hobbit by a centimeter.
"GO LEGOLAS! GO LEGOLAS!" Elrond and Arwen were cheering in elvish and doing a little cheer. "It's your birthday! Go kill him!"
"Gosh, Legolas," Sam piped in quietly. "You missed Pippin by a centimeter. You're losing your skill, aren't you?"
That earned the poor hobbit a cold glare that could freeze the depths of Mount Doom. "I never miss, Master Samwise. If I was aiming for Master Pippin, he would be dead by now."
Sam blushed a deep shade of red that none thought possible.
"Legolas," Aragorn said calmly. "Retrieve Pippin. We cannot have a wild hobbit loose in hostile area. Who knows what the habitants here are capable of."
The elf shot a look at the king as if he was insane. "You want me, to go into that small vent?"
Aragorn returned a glare equally as threatening. "Is there a problem?"
"With all due respect, my liege," Legolas began, staring at the vent from below. "I see many flaws in that suggestion. First, I am an elf, not a mole. Second, I am an elf *prince*, and royalty certainly does not crawl into VENTS. Thirdly, as slim as I might be, there is no way in Mordor that I can fit--"
"Well, shove yourself in if you must," Aragorn ordered. "I care not how you do it, as long as your objective is achieved."
Legolas opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off. "Go!"