1 Title: BIG FELLOWSHIP
Summary: Crossover of LOTR and Big Brother. Need I say more?
Author: doodlez (I hope I can handle this kind of…job…thing.) (Hey, I was saying "thing" before PIPPIN, okay? Just wanted to…make that clear.)
Rating: PG-13 for language, a few sexual comments and content, but hey, seriously, the Fellowship's gay (except maybe for Gandalf, he may be just an old perv-that's hard for me to say, 'cause he ROCKS) so…yeah.
Note: Yes, Big Brother belongs to NBC, or whatever, and LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, not me, sadly. Damn.
And now…we begin.
Lord have mercy.
Months had passed after the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring came out. The Fellowship (also referred to as "The Company" and "Gaaaaaaaay") were now exceedingly wealthy, famous, and big hits with the fangirls (a.k.a. "Mary Sues" and "At Least One Of Them Is Your Friend, Echhh"). And, of course, they had to star on some big reality show shindig. What better show than Big Brother, the urban Survivor, in which you take a handful of people and dump them in one house with cameras all around. You can get voted off, or choose to leave willingly, but then you don't get the prize (prize is unknown to the public, 'twill be announced soon, don't worry.).
So!
Let us begin.
MONDAY
10:00 AM
All the Fellowship are asleep, save Legolas, who always wakes up bright and early to welcome the beautiful sunshine-or rain, as is the case today-make breakfast for the rest of the Fellowship ("Ee's sucking up ta us, he is," commented Pippin a few days ago, shoveling eggs into his mouth. "And it's working." "I know it's working," added Merry, and the two shared a good laugh.), perform Yoga excercises, etc.
10:05 AM
The inhabitants of Room 2 (also known as "The Hobbit's Room") are beginning to stir. As usual, Sam crept into Frodo's bunk after he had fallen asleep, and, as usual, crept out before he wakes, as to "not disturb my master". Sam creeps back to his bunk, wriggles into his sleeping bag, and promptly falls back asleep.
10:30 AM
Legolas decides that the Fellowship's slept in long enough, and parades down the hall next to the bedrooms, banging on a pot and pan.
"Come on, everyone, rise and shine! Rise and shine! Glorious new day! Up and at 'em!"
There is movement in Room 1, Gandalf's room, inside his Harry Potter sleeping bag. A hand shoots out, fumbles around for a staff on the ground next to his bed, and he waves it at his open door. It slams shut, and Legolas is thrown against the far wall of the hallway. Gandalf drops his staff and crawls back under his covers, inaudible muttering is heard, soon replaced by loud snores.
Legolas slowly climbs to his feet, and chokes back a feminine sob, hastily scurrying to the restroom, where he spends most of his time. Loud sobs and wails are heard after the restroom door is slammed shut.
11:10
The Fellowship are now wide awake, changing from their pajamas (decorated with Tele Tubbies, in Aragorn's case) to their grungy day clothes. Gimli, gifted with a talent of calming down emotional elves, hops out of bed and shuffles outside Room 3 (Legolas also bunks there, Borimor and Aragorn are in Room 4) to the hallway and to the restroom. He knocks softly on the door, speaking gently, only a few snippets of conversation are heard:
"…Legolas…okay… …didn't mean it… …breakfast time… …out… …c'mon out… …want… …braid your hair?…" he waits for Legolas's reply, which is heard as quiet, choked muttering. Gimli nods, and speaks again, heard audibly. "…Good, good, after breakfast. Come on out, now… …must relieve myself…" He waits again, while a red-eyed Legolas opens the door, and Gimli walks past him into the restroom. He turns, seeing the elf standing casually in the open doorway, and clears his throat gruffly, muttering something about "a bit of privacy." Legolas pouts, nods, and shuts the door, walking back to the kitchen.
11:15 AM
The Fellowship are sitting down in the dining room for their breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and bacon strips. Legolas had, as usual, really outdone himself. ("It keeps him busy," says Borimor.) They're halfway into eating when Big Fellowship's voice greets them over the speakers placed around the house, like the cameras.
"Good morning!"
"Mornin'," is the drowsy reply, for those who had bothered saying anything at all. The day hadn't started well for them, it seemed.
"Does anyone remember what today is?" Big Fellowship asks brightly, waiting for an answer.
"Ooo, I know, I know, oh… …no, wait… ahm…" Pippin's hand shoots up, then lowers, as he tries to remember. Merry snickers, and says smugly, "Today is a 'special task' day."
"Wrong! Today is MONDAY MONDAY!" The Monday song blares from the loudspeakers, and the Company plug their ears, still not used to Big Fellowship's strange sense of humor.
"Monday Monday (La laa, la la la la) Can't help that day (La laa, la la la la)…"
The music abruptly stops, and Big Fellowship laughs into the speaker "Joking, joking. Now. Merry was right, actually, today is a special task day. Any guesses?"
Aragorn, feeling rather touchy, slams his fist with a hefty thud on the table. "Just tell us already!"
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bunk today… joking! Joking again. Anyway. Your special task of the day is… …actually, I'll tell you later. Goodbye until then!" There's a click, and the voice is gone.
The Company groans, not that they liked the special tasks, but they didn't much care for suspense, and quickly finish their breakfasts. After breakfast, they split up and go to their usual morning tasks: Legolas and Gimli to their bedroom to braid each other's hair, Aragorn and Borimor outside to the tennis courts, the hobbits to the bathroom to take their morning group bath ("We're just taking advantage of the bathtub size, it's quite comfortable, and we get new bubble bath formula every day," commented Frodo.), and Gandalf returns to his bed ("When one has been alive since the dawning of time, one needs a bit of sleep," is his excuse. "So bugger off and sod your own damn bloody chickens.")
Summary: Crossover of LOTR and Big Brother. Need I say more?
Author: doodlez (I hope I can handle this kind of…job…thing.) (Hey, I was saying "thing" before PIPPIN, okay? Just wanted to…make that clear.)
Rating: PG-13 for language, a few sexual comments and content, but hey, seriously, the Fellowship's gay (except maybe for Gandalf, he may be just an old perv-that's hard for me to say, 'cause he ROCKS) so…yeah.
Note: Yes, Big Brother belongs to NBC, or whatever, and LOTR belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, not me, sadly. Damn.
And now…we begin.
Lord have mercy.
Months had passed after the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring came out. The Fellowship (also referred to as "The Company" and "Gaaaaaaaay") were now exceedingly wealthy, famous, and big hits with the fangirls (a.k.a. "Mary Sues" and "At Least One Of Them Is Your Friend, Echhh"). And, of course, they had to star on some big reality show shindig. What better show than Big Brother, the urban Survivor, in which you take a handful of people and dump them in one house with cameras all around. You can get voted off, or choose to leave willingly, but then you don't get the prize (prize is unknown to the public, 'twill be announced soon, don't worry.).
So!
Let us begin.
MONDAY
10:00 AM
All the Fellowship are asleep, save Legolas, who always wakes up bright and early to welcome the beautiful sunshine-or rain, as is the case today-make breakfast for the rest of the Fellowship ("Ee's sucking up ta us, he is," commented Pippin a few days ago, shoveling eggs into his mouth. "And it's working." "I know it's working," added Merry, and the two shared a good laugh.), perform Yoga excercises, etc.
10:05 AM
The inhabitants of Room 2 (also known as "The Hobbit's Room") are beginning to stir. As usual, Sam crept into Frodo's bunk after he had fallen asleep, and, as usual, crept out before he wakes, as to "not disturb my master". Sam creeps back to his bunk, wriggles into his sleeping bag, and promptly falls back asleep.
10:30 AM
Legolas decides that the Fellowship's slept in long enough, and parades down the hall next to the bedrooms, banging on a pot and pan.
"Come on, everyone, rise and shine! Rise and shine! Glorious new day! Up and at 'em!"
There is movement in Room 1, Gandalf's room, inside his Harry Potter sleeping bag. A hand shoots out, fumbles around for a staff on the ground next to his bed, and he waves it at his open door. It slams shut, and Legolas is thrown against the far wall of the hallway. Gandalf drops his staff and crawls back under his covers, inaudible muttering is heard, soon replaced by loud snores.
Legolas slowly climbs to his feet, and chokes back a feminine sob, hastily scurrying to the restroom, where he spends most of his time. Loud sobs and wails are heard after the restroom door is slammed shut.
11:10
The Fellowship are now wide awake, changing from their pajamas (decorated with Tele Tubbies, in Aragorn's case) to their grungy day clothes. Gimli, gifted with a talent of calming down emotional elves, hops out of bed and shuffles outside Room 3 (Legolas also bunks there, Borimor and Aragorn are in Room 4) to the hallway and to the restroom. He knocks softly on the door, speaking gently, only a few snippets of conversation are heard:
"…Legolas…okay… …didn't mean it… …breakfast time… …out… …c'mon out… …want… …braid your hair?…" he waits for Legolas's reply, which is heard as quiet, choked muttering. Gimli nods, and speaks again, heard audibly. "…Good, good, after breakfast. Come on out, now… …must relieve myself…" He waits again, while a red-eyed Legolas opens the door, and Gimli walks past him into the restroom. He turns, seeing the elf standing casually in the open doorway, and clears his throat gruffly, muttering something about "a bit of privacy." Legolas pouts, nods, and shuts the door, walking back to the kitchen.
11:15 AM
The Fellowship are sitting down in the dining room for their breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and bacon strips. Legolas had, as usual, really outdone himself. ("It keeps him busy," says Borimor.) They're halfway into eating when Big Fellowship's voice greets them over the speakers placed around the house, like the cameras.
"Good morning!"
"Mornin'," is the drowsy reply, for those who had bothered saying anything at all. The day hadn't started well for them, it seemed.
"Does anyone remember what today is?" Big Fellowship asks brightly, waiting for an answer.
"Ooo, I know, I know, oh… …no, wait… ahm…" Pippin's hand shoots up, then lowers, as he tries to remember. Merry snickers, and says smugly, "Today is a 'special task' day."
"Wrong! Today is MONDAY MONDAY!" The Monday song blares from the loudspeakers, and the Company plug their ears, still not used to Big Fellowship's strange sense of humor.
"Monday Monday (La laa, la la la la) Can't help that day (La laa, la la la la)…"
The music abruptly stops, and Big Fellowship laughs into the speaker "Joking, joking. Now. Merry was right, actually, today is a special task day. Any guesses?"
Aragorn, feeling rather touchy, slams his fist with a hefty thud on the table. "Just tell us already!"
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bunk today… joking! Joking again. Anyway. Your special task of the day is… …actually, I'll tell you later. Goodbye until then!" There's a click, and the voice is gone.
The Company groans, not that they liked the special tasks, but they didn't much care for suspense, and quickly finish their breakfasts. After breakfast, they split up and go to their usual morning tasks: Legolas and Gimli to their bedroom to braid each other's hair, Aragorn and Borimor outside to the tennis courts, the hobbits to the bathroom to take their morning group bath ("We're just taking advantage of the bathtub size, it's quite comfortable, and we get new bubble bath formula every day," commented Frodo.), and Gandalf returns to his bed ("When one has been alive since the dawning of time, one needs a bit of sleep," is his excuse. "So bugger off and sod your own damn bloody chickens.")