A/N that chapter..nearly killed me! *Collapses in a fit of giggles*. Is it
possible to die from laughter???
This is in my pov (Ellen's) and is written by yours truly, ELLEN THE ELF!
Mariska paused, a huge egg clasped in her hand. She seemed to have frozen solid. I looked behind her. Nothing was there. I let fly my next egg. It smashed gloriously on Arwen's huge, paned window. I heard a scream from inside and laughed. I beckoned to the scary, dancing elves and the gleefully laughing hobbits. We all hid behind a bush. Mariska finally came out of her trance and threw her egg, just as the window opened! The huge, celebrated egg smashed directly on miss "I-love-the-Dunedain-so-I- gave-him-my pretty-pendant". It also splattered all over the face of the man standing half-dressed behind her- the one and only Dunedain!
The hobbits nearly collapsed in laughter, except for Sam, who was staring raptly at Jen. The elves too, were acting very strangely. Legolas was flapping his hands like wings and screaming random phrases in sindarin.
We all ran for our sleeping quarters, the hobbits having a hard time keeping up because of their height.
"Dude, I'm bored." Said Jen after a few minutes of sitting in silence (yes, Legolas was outside, still screaming)."I want to do something"
"Hey, I know!!!!!" I said, having come to a brilliant conclusion. "Lets sing sk8er elf!!" Mariska and Liz groaned, having listened to me sing my parody of Avril's song since eighth grade.
"He was an elf, she was a princess...can I make this any more obvious?" I sang at the top of my lungs, making guitar motions with my hands. "He was an archer, she did fencing. What more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell. Secretly she wanted him as well. All of her friends stuck up their nose. They had a problem with his bows. He was a sk8er elf, she said cya later elf, he wasn't good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space. She needs to come back down to middle earth... Five days from now, she sits at home, feedin' the hobbit, she's all alone. Looks in the palantir, guess who she sees? Sk8er elf rockin' up helm's deep. She runs to her friends, they already know, and they've all got horses ready to go. She tags along, stands on the wall, looks down at the man she turned down. he was a sk8er elf, she said cya later elf.." by the end of the song I had all of the hobbits dancing, Sam inching ever closer to Jen and Liz to Sam.
"What can we sing now???" said Pippin.
"What about lady marmalade?" said Mariska.
"Do you really think that is appropriate for young hobbits?" I said.
"I'm sorry!" Mariska said reproachfully "they're older than you, you know."
"Oh fine."
We started singing, probably scaring all of the peaceful elves out of their wits.
Finally all of us had collapsed, after singing sk8er elf twice, lady marmalade, jumpin' jumpin' and booty-licious, middle earth style, of course. The hobbits were on the floor; Sam curled at Jen's feet. Legolas had finally come in and was lying sprawled on the bed. The four of us were still halfheartedly singing...until we finally petered off to silence and sleep.
About two hours later we had cleared all of the middle-earth dwellers out of our bedroom. We were just falling asleep when we were awakened by a horrible noise outside on the terrace. It sounded something like a marmoset and a dog trying to sing a duet of Jingle Bells.
"Gahhahhhhhh.." Liz said sleepily.
The dissonance continued, progressing through "to bottle I go" and several other tunes to horrible to go into detail about. Seeing it was not going to stop, I looked around the room for and item to throw. Hmmm, a small table, my toothbrush...ahh, a pitchfork. What it was doing here I didn't have a clue, but for my purposes it would do.
Mariska noticed me carrying the long pointy object and chuckled diabolically. She had seen me mad at people before, and knew the results. I walked quietly to the wide window, tensing to throw. I looked around, tensing to throw. My eyes settled on a small form holding a bouquet of flowers- a hobbit! Sam, by the sound of it, he had always liked to sing better than the others.
"Sam, you little freak, quit serenading Jen and go back to bed before I throw this at you!" I yelled, once again scaring the peaceful elves out of their wits.
He didn't stop, to say the least. I swung out of the window with practiced grace (I had done this before on previous visits, usually escaping to meet Legolas.). Baring the pitchfork before me, I walked toward him. Finally noticing that I was serious he fled, squealing like a pig. I chased him out of the courtyard and over the bridge, laughing evilly.
A/N none of those songs are mine.. blablabla... you know the deal. Mesh is going away for Christmas, and so you probably won't get another chapter until she comes back. To here the full version of sk8er elf please email me! I wrote it after I saw the premier of the two towers-yanno that scene in helm's deep where he takes a shield and goes down the stairs on it??? That just sparked my imagination!
This is in my pov (Ellen's) and is written by yours truly, ELLEN THE ELF!
Mariska paused, a huge egg clasped in her hand. She seemed to have frozen solid. I looked behind her. Nothing was there. I let fly my next egg. It smashed gloriously on Arwen's huge, paned window. I heard a scream from inside and laughed. I beckoned to the scary, dancing elves and the gleefully laughing hobbits. We all hid behind a bush. Mariska finally came out of her trance and threw her egg, just as the window opened! The huge, celebrated egg smashed directly on miss "I-love-the-Dunedain-so-I- gave-him-my pretty-pendant". It also splattered all over the face of the man standing half-dressed behind her- the one and only Dunedain!
The hobbits nearly collapsed in laughter, except for Sam, who was staring raptly at Jen. The elves too, were acting very strangely. Legolas was flapping his hands like wings and screaming random phrases in sindarin.
We all ran for our sleeping quarters, the hobbits having a hard time keeping up because of their height.
"Dude, I'm bored." Said Jen after a few minutes of sitting in silence (yes, Legolas was outside, still screaming)."I want to do something"
"Hey, I know!!!!!" I said, having come to a brilliant conclusion. "Lets sing sk8er elf!!" Mariska and Liz groaned, having listened to me sing my parody of Avril's song since eighth grade.
"He was an elf, she was a princess...can I make this any more obvious?" I sang at the top of my lungs, making guitar motions with my hands. "He was an archer, she did fencing. What more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell. Secretly she wanted him as well. All of her friends stuck up their nose. They had a problem with his bows. He was a sk8er elf, she said cya later elf, he wasn't good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space. She needs to come back down to middle earth... Five days from now, she sits at home, feedin' the hobbit, she's all alone. Looks in the palantir, guess who she sees? Sk8er elf rockin' up helm's deep. She runs to her friends, they already know, and they've all got horses ready to go. She tags along, stands on the wall, looks down at the man she turned down. he was a sk8er elf, she said cya later elf.." by the end of the song I had all of the hobbits dancing, Sam inching ever closer to Jen and Liz to Sam.
"What can we sing now???" said Pippin.
"What about lady marmalade?" said Mariska.
"Do you really think that is appropriate for young hobbits?" I said.
"I'm sorry!" Mariska said reproachfully "they're older than you, you know."
"Oh fine."
We started singing, probably scaring all of the peaceful elves out of their wits.
Finally all of us had collapsed, after singing sk8er elf twice, lady marmalade, jumpin' jumpin' and booty-licious, middle earth style, of course. The hobbits were on the floor; Sam curled at Jen's feet. Legolas had finally come in and was lying sprawled on the bed. The four of us were still halfheartedly singing...until we finally petered off to silence and sleep.
About two hours later we had cleared all of the middle-earth dwellers out of our bedroom. We were just falling asleep when we were awakened by a horrible noise outside on the terrace. It sounded something like a marmoset and a dog trying to sing a duet of Jingle Bells.
"Gahhahhhhhh.." Liz said sleepily.
The dissonance continued, progressing through "to bottle I go" and several other tunes to horrible to go into detail about. Seeing it was not going to stop, I looked around the room for and item to throw. Hmmm, a small table, my toothbrush...ahh, a pitchfork. What it was doing here I didn't have a clue, but for my purposes it would do.
Mariska noticed me carrying the long pointy object and chuckled diabolically. She had seen me mad at people before, and knew the results. I walked quietly to the wide window, tensing to throw. I looked around, tensing to throw. My eyes settled on a small form holding a bouquet of flowers- a hobbit! Sam, by the sound of it, he had always liked to sing better than the others.
"Sam, you little freak, quit serenading Jen and go back to bed before I throw this at you!" I yelled, once again scaring the peaceful elves out of their wits.
He didn't stop, to say the least. I swung out of the window with practiced grace (I had done this before on previous visits, usually escaping to meet Legolas.). Baring the pitchfork before me, I walked toward him. Finally noticing that I was serious he fled, squealing like a pig. I chased him out of the courtyard and over the bridge, laughing evilly.
A/N none of those songs are mine.. blablabla... you know the deal. Mesh is going away for Christmas, and so you probably won't get another chapter until she comes back. To here the full version of sk8er elf please email me! I wrote it after I saw the premier of the two towers-yanno that scene in helm's deep where he takes a shield and goes down the stairs on it??? That just sparked my imagination!