"I Was Strollin' Through the Shire One Day..."
Chapter 3: The Amazing Roli Adventures
I dragged Krista up the path to Bag End.
"Cmon it's not that bad... plus, he doesn't look *exactly* like Elijah..." I banged on the round green door.
"Frodo! Get the door will you?"
"Yes, Frodo. Don't keep them waiting."
The door flew open, Krista jumped back, I jumped forward, and Frodo started at us both with dark blue eyes: the inky shade of starry midnight. (Audience: "Oooh! Aaah!". Krista whaps Liz, "Snap outta it, *Audience*!"). His skin slightly pale, contributing to his undeniable, mysterious Elvish air. His face as fair(er than most). Krista groaned. I squealed. Frodo gaped. He looked very worn.
So we were standing there, looking at each other when all of a sudden Tara appeared to my right. She entered in a puff of (BALROCK) smoke.
"Hello!!!!!!"
"HI TARA!"
"Hullo Tara!" I smiled.
"Hello strangers from distant lands," said Frodo.
"Friends of old," said Krista, Tara, and I together. Frodo eyed us.
"what brings you here Tara?" I asked.
"OK so I was just raiding Ash's computer for Orli piccies (A/N: Think HAMBURGER. *runs off tiggling*) when I suddenly decided it was time to get some choccy. So I put up one of my erumazingful away messages, 'cept it was different stuff: 'The Doors of Time, Lord of Oddities, Speak Oyster and Enter.'"
Krista and I looked at each other and cracked up.
"Heeheee... and then I stood up, threw my arms open and screamed 'Oyster!!!'. And here I am," she finished.
Everyone (save Frodo) erupted into tiggling fits. And if you have some sick idea of what a tiggle is then SHAME ON YOU! (Oh just look in the thing of the end of the chapter that explains everything will ya?!)
Frodo cleared his throat. "Er... Would you like to come in?" he asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"OK," Tara said.
"Not really," Krista said, and scowled.
"Whoo!" I ran inside, bounced around the hall muttering nonsense, "And this is where he bumped his head. And the Chandelier Shot! There's where the Ring fell and went BOOM! OOOH!!" I flew through he living room to the kitchen and started over again. A few little squeals of delight until I did somewhat of a prolonged double take on the living room. There were two hobbits there, sitting by the fireplace. Merry and Pippin.
"Hullo!" said Pippin. He had light brown curls, a soft youthful face, and innocent grey eyes. A sensitive, peaceful presence. (*group "Awwwwww!"*).
"Greetings," said Merry, and smiled. His hair was a dull brown, his eyes were the green/brown stage of hazel, and his face was handsome.
So, while I was occupied with an impulsive doting/swooning fest, Tara and Krista poured over the maps on the table. Frodo slipped into the room and held a whispered conference with his cousins. They turned to face us.
Frodo was worried, Merry was relaxed, and Pippin was curious. Frodo spoke, obviously appointed by Merry, and the decision add been eagerly supported by Pippin, of course.
"Welcome, friends. Well, we assume that you are friends."
Tara snorted, "No, we're agents of none other than..." Bated breath. "Doctor Evil!" She put her pinky to the corner of her mouth. Krista and I burst out laughing.
Frodo looked nervous, Merry looked as if he was enjoying that, and Pippin shined amusement.
"Anyway... Is there a reason why you dropped by?" asked Frodo.
"We wanna know where there're Elves," said Krista. Speaking for the first time since we'd entered the hole. Merry looked at her.
"Why?" he inquired, sly half smirk still plastered to his face.
"Because."
"Ah."
"Why?" piped up Pippin in a rather high voice, he wasn't very old, after all. AGE.
Now, it was becoming very difficult indeed to refuse the Took. It seemed impossible when he wore that glowing innocence. But if there was ever a hobbit hater, it was Krista. (A/N: Ash! You're later in the story, hold your horseys!)
"Be*cause* because," she managed, faltering a bit when Pippin's face fell sadly.
"Hey, you're kinda cute," said Tara, staring at...
~TBC~
Somewhat of a cliffhanger, I guess. It's Thursday, I'm in study hall with nothing to do because I've finished my book (Dune Messiah. Great Series. Go read it.) You people shouldn't leave me alone with a notebook and a pocket stuffed full of pencils in my backpack! This is the result! Please R&R. (
~The Thing At The End Of The Chapter That Explains Everything~
Tiggle - like a giggle, but usually used for funnier things; typo TM Jade.
Balrock - an imaginary drug that makes you hallucinate and see purple elephanies with green tu tu's doing the Can Can.
Roli- tiny Orli's (Orlando Bloom's) that live in Tara's head along with these sexy Scottish doods; are exactly 9950864915 of them; typo TM Tara.
Hamburger - you don't wanna know. *Trust* me.
Erumazingful - all the emphasis of amazing and wonderful combined with the power of Eru. Used to describe stuff as an adjective of sheer OZUMness.
Oyster - HEHEHE. Don't mind me, I don't think you really wanna know that either... (In other words: I can't remember exactly.)
Chapter 3: The Amazing Roli Adventures
I dragged Krista up the path to Bag End.
"Cmon it's not that bad... plus, he doesn't look *exactly* like Elijah..." I banged on the round green door.
"Frodo! Get the door will you?"
"Yes, Frodo. Don't keep them waiting."
The door flew open, Krista jumped back, I jumped forward, and Frodo started at us both with dark blue eyes: the inky shade of starry midnight. (Audience: "Oooh! Aaah!". Krista whaps Liz, "Snap outta it, *Audience*!"). His skin slightly pale, contributing to his undeniable, mysterious Elvish air. His face as fair(er than most). Krista groaned. I squealed. Frodo gaped. He looked very worn.
So we were standing there, looking at each other when all of a sudden Tara appeared to my right. She entered in a puff of (BALROCK) smoke.
"Hello!!!!!!"
"HI TARA!"
"Hullo Tara!" I smiled.
"Hello strangers from distant lands," said Frodo.
"Friends of old," said Krista, Tara, and I together. Frodo eyed us.
"what brings you here Tara?" I asked.
"OK so I was just raiding Ash's computer for Orli piccies (A/N: Think HAMBURGER. *runs off tiggling*) when I suddenly decided it was time to get some choccy. So I put up one of my erumazingful away messages, 'cept it was different stuff: 'The Doors of Time, Lord of Oddities, Speak Oyster and Enter.'"
Krista and I looked at each other and cracked up.
"Heeheee... and then I stood up, threw my arms open and screamed 'Oyster!!!'. And here I am," she finished.
Everyone (save Frodo) erupted into tiggling fits. And if you have some sick idea of what a tiggle is then SHAME ON YOU! (Oh just look in the thing of the end of the chapter that explains everything will ya?!)
Frodo cleared his throat. "Er... Would you like to come in?" he asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"OK," Tara said.
"Not really," Krista said, and scowled.
"Whoo!" I ran inside, bounced around the hall muttering nonsense, "And this is where he bumped his head. And the Chandelier Shot! There's where the Ring fell and went BOOM! OOOH!!" I flew through he living room to the kitchen and started over again. A few little squeals of delight until I did somewhat of a prolonged double take on the living room. There were two hobbits there, sitting by the fireplace. Merry and Pippin.
"Hullo!" said Pippin. He had light brown curls, a soft youthful face, and innocent grey eyes. A sensitive, peaceful presence. (*group "Awwwwww!"*).
"Greetings," said Merry, and smiled. His hair was a dull brown, his eyes were the green/brown stage of hazel, and his face was handsome.
So, while I was occupied with an impulsive doting/swooning fest, Tara and Krista poured over the maps on the table. Frodo slipped into the room and held a whispered conference with his cousins. They turned to face us.
Frodo was worried, Merry was relaxed, and Pippin was curious. Frodo spoke, obviously appointed by Merry, and the decision add been eagerly supported by Pippin, of course.
"Welcome, friends. Well, we assume that you are friends."
Tara snorted, "No, we're agents of none other than..." Bated breath. "Doctor Evil!" She put her pinky to the corner of her mouth. Krista and I burst out laughing.
Frodo looked nervous, Merry looked as if he was enjoying that, and Pippin shined amusement.
"Anyway... Is there a reason why you dropped by?" asked Frodo.
"We wanna know where there're Elves," said Krista. Speaking for the first time since we'd entered the hole. Merry looked at her.
"Why?" he inquired, sly half smirk still plastered to his face.
"Because."
"Ah."
"Why?" piped up Pippin in a rather high voice, he wasn't very old, after all. AGE.
Now, it was becoming very difficult indeed to refuse the Took. It seemed impossible when he wore that glowing innocence. But if there was ever a hobbit hater, it was Krista. (A/N: Ash! You're later in the story, hold your horseys!)
"Be*cause* because," she managed, faltering a bit when Pippin's face fell sadly.
"Hey, you're kinda cute," said Tara, staring at...
~TBC~
Somewhat of a cliffhanger, I guess. It's Thursday, I'm in study hall with nothing to do because I've finished my book (Dune Messiah. Great Series. Go read it.) You people shouldn't leave me alone with a notebook and a pocket stuffed full of pencils in my backpack! This is the result! Please R&R. (
~The Thing At The End Of The Chapter That Explains Everything~
Tiggle - like a giggle, but usually used for funnier things; typo TM Jade.
Balrock - an imaginary drug that makes you hallucinate and see purple elephanies with green tu tu's doing the Can Can.
Roli- tiny Orli's (Orlando Bloom's) that live in Tara's head along with these sexy Scottish doods; are exactly 9950864915 of them; typo TM Tara.
Hamburger - you don't wanna know. *Trust* me.
Erumazingful - all the emphasis of amazing and wonderful combined with the power of Eru. Used to describe stuff as an adjective of sheer OZUMness.
Oyster - HEHEHE. Don't mind me, I don't think you really wanna know that either... (In other words: I can't remember exactly.)