Disclaimer: Too lazy to type it again. John's gone off, so it'll be a
while before we update again.
WARNING: Carziness, hyperness, and evilness created this story. Nightmares are NOT the authors' faults.
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-----*-----RIVENDELL-----*-----
--*--Okay, Frodo woke up, this is set at the feast--*--
'Hmm, wonder where that he-elf John is,' Tom thought to himself. He looked around and spotted his friend. He ran up the hall. John jumped back when there was a tug on his sword.
"What?" he snapped. He gasped at the red-haired hobbit. "Nick?"
"Tombo, John, I'm Tom Took now. And you are..."
"Caranirithion Mugwort, Caran. I'm surprised you're not nibbling on my ears." Tom tapped the area where his head reached on Caran (who was short, for an elf), which happened to be his lower stomach.
"Note to self: Never fight with Ni-Tom," Caran said outloud, to himself, noticing where the first punc from Tom would land if he DID fight with him. Tom laughed. They continued walking and talking of the events they'd witnessed down the hall to the feasting hall place.
Tom sat next to Caran at the feast, closer to Elrond. He looked around and suddenly began drooling. Caran looked to his left (they were postioned so Elrond was on their right) to Haldor of the Grey Havens (it was Haldor, right?).
"Are you an elf?" Caran asked carefully. Haldor looked at him and raised his left eyebrow in a very un-elf like way.
"Of course, my good fellow," Haldor said. Caran nodded toward the hobbit.
"He'll attack you."
"Who? The fellow on the pillows?"
"Yes. See the way he's looking at Glorfindel. He wants to chew on those ears of his."
"Really? I thought he was gay and just attracted to Glorfindel."
Caran bugged his right eye. Tom saw him and turned in his seat suddenly.
"CARANIRITHION MUGWORT!" Tom yelled, using his friend's full elf name. Caran turned suddenly in his seat.
"What?"
"Always bug the LEFT eye." Caran agian bugged his right eye. He was corrected again, but this time bugged his left eye. Tom stood and patted Caran the head, but his hand slid down to the ears. He could no longer hold himself back. He put his teeth on them and chewed. Soon everyone was staring at them. Elrond cleared his throat and Tom sat back down, blushing like a beet root, but still drooled. Caran got up and excused himself to get a bandage for his ear, which was bleeding badly now.
After he returned, a white bandage and dock leaf wrapped around his right ear, found the other elf next to Tom also having his ear chomped. Caran pulled Tom off and the elf ran off.
"Sorry, Elrond, Arwen, my lord and lady," Caran said, smiling nervously. Tom's plate was still empty. To Caran's horror, he heard a pained Elvish curse from Glorfindel. He turned and saw Tom's seat empty. Frodo and Glóin were laughing their heads off. Gandalf had, unfortunately, just taken a deep draught of wine and burst out laughing. He took out his handkerchief
(J/n: How'd he get that, Nick?)
(N/n: I put it there.)
(J/n: o.O)
(N/n: BUG THE LEFT!)
(J/n: Sorry. O.o You disgusting person!)
(N/n: Supreme Author Powers, NOT the way your mind's thinking.)
(J/n: Ahhhhhhhhhh...)
and wiped the wine off his beard and blew some out his nose (you know how when you laugh, sometimes drink comes out your nose?). Elrond wiped the side of his face. Glorfindel, who had taken the blast face on, wiped his face and got up to go get his ears wrapped. Elrond saw he was the next victim. The great elf-lord got up and ran, uncerimoniously tripped on his robe and falling flat on his face. Tom jumped on the elf and attack the ears with such vigor that even Gandalf had not seen. Gandalf was the first to stop laughing.
"Mr. Took," he said his if-you-don't-stop-right-now-I-shall-turn-you-into- something-unnatural-very-soon way.
"Yes, Gandalf?" Pippin said.
"Yes, Olórin?" Tom said at the same time, looking up from his *cough* victim *cough*.
"Not you Pippin, Tom. Tombo Took, get off Lord Elrond."
"Yes sir," Tom said, gtting off the elf. Elrond looked horrified at the hobbit who had just finished demolshing his left ear. He lifted his hand to it and felt, feeling two holes from the hobbit's unusually sharpe canines and a chuck from the back missing. He got up and walked calmly out to bandage his ear. Caran had lept on top of Tom and was now sitting on his back, forcing him to do push-ups.
(N/n: John really does this. Yes, yes, poor me.)
Gandalf chided Tom and Caran (Caran for the FIFTY push-ups he forced Tom to do). They went off to their rooms.
-----*-----IN NICK'S ROOM-----*-----
Tom dug through his pack and exclaimed when he found something that resembled a large, flat book with words and instruments on it. He chuckled evilly.
-----*-----IN JOHN'S ROOM-----*-----
Caran flopped on his bed and started singing a random country song. He heard a knock on his door and allowed the person to come in. Glorfindel came in. John sat up and stopped singing. Glorfindel sat on the bed next to him.
"Good sir elf, do you know how to ride?" Glorfindel asked.
"Yes, Glorfindel," Caran said. It wasn't wholly a lie. He could ride English, but he had nearly forgotten.
"Good. The lady Arwen requested to her father, Lord Elrond, for a ride on Asfaloth. I agreed for her to ride Asfaloth, but Lord Elrond said she required an escort and asked me to find you. I went off at once. So now that you have agreed, we'd best find you a horse and saddle and bridle." Caran nodded.
"Dude, this guy can sure make some long-winded speeches. He sounds like Mr. Lee!" Caran thought to himself.
Glorfindel got up and Caran followed his example. They headed out to the pastures.
(J/n: okay, so I don't know if Rivendell actually has a pasture or stable. Too bad, in my mind it does.)
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Nick: That's all....for a while.
John (dressed in a Hawaiin shirt, shorts, and floppies): Yep! I'm goin'!
*John waves and picks up suitcases*
*John's dad appears in room*
John's Dad: C'mon, John, we need to go.
*John and John's Dad walk out, leaving Nick alone*
Nick: I feel so alone.
*Nick leaves*
WARNING: Carziness, hyperness, and evilness created this story. Nightmares are NOT the authors' faults.
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-----*-----RIVENDELL-----*-----
--*--Okay, Frodo woke up, this is set at the feast--*--
'Hmm, wonder where that he-elf John is,' Tom thought to himself. He looked around and spotted his friend. He ran up the hall. John jumped back when there was a tug on his sword.
"What?" he snapped. He gasped at the red-haired hobbit. "Nick?"
"Tombo, John, I'm Tom Took now. And you are..."
"Caranirithion Mugwort, Caran. I'm surprised you're not nibbling on my ears." Tom tapped the area where his head reached on Caran (who was short, for an elf), which happened to be his lower stomach.
"Note to self: Never fight with Ni-Tom," Caran said outloud, to himself, noticing where the first punc from Tom would land if he DID fight with him. Tom laughed. They continued walking and talking of the events they'd witnessed down the hall to the feasting hall place.
Tom sat next to Caran at the feast, closer to Elrond. He looked around and suddenly began drooling. Caran looked to his left (they were postioned so Elrond was on their right) to Haldor of the Grey Havens (it was Haldor, right?).
"Are you an elf?" Caran asked carefully. Haldor looked at him and raised his left eyebrow in a very un-elf like way.
"Of course, my good fellow," Haldor said. Caran nodded toward the hobbit.
"He'll attack you."
"Who? The fellow on the pillows?"
"Yes. See the way he's looking at Glorfindel. He wants to chew on those ears of his."
"Really? I thought he was gay and just attracted to Glorfindel."
Caran bugged his right eye. Tom saw him and turned in his seat suddenly.
"CARANIRITHION MUGWORT!" Tom yelled, using his friend's full elf name. Caran turned suddenly in his seat.
"What?"
"Always bug the LEFT eye." Caran agian bugged his right eye. He was corrected again, but this time bugged his left eye. Tom stood and patted Caran the head, but his hand slid down to the ears. He could no longer hold himself back. He put his teeth on them and chewed. Soon everyone was staring at them. Elrond cleared his throat and Tom sat back down, blushing like a beet root, but still drooled. Caran got up and excused himself to get a bandage for his ear, which was bleeding badly now.
After he returned, a white bandage and dock leaf wrapped around his right ear, found the other elf next to Tom also having his ear chomped. Caran pulled Tom off and the elf ran off.
"Sorry, Elrond, Arwen, my lord and lady," Caran said, smiling nervously. Tom's plate was still empty. To Caran's horror, he heard a pained Elvish curse from Glorfindel. He turned and saw Tom's seat empty. Frodo and Glóin were laughing their heads off. Gandalf had, unfortunately, just taken a deep draught of wine and burst out laughing. He took out his handkerchief
(J/n: How'd he get that, Nick?)
(N/n: I put it there.)
(J/n: o.O)
(N/n: BUG THE LEFT!)
(J/n: Sorry. O.o You disgusting person!)
(N/n: Supreme Author Powers, NOT the way your mind's thinking.)
(J/n: Ahhhhhhhhhh...)
and wiped the wine off his beard and blew some out his nose (you know how when you laugh, sometimes drink comes out your nose?). Elrond wiped the side of his face. Glorfindel, who had taken the blast face on, wiped his face and got up to go get his ears wrapped. Elrond saw he was the next victim. The great elf-lord got up and ran, uncerimoniously tripped on his robe and falling flat on his face. Tom jumped on the elf and attack the ears with such vigor that even Gandalf had not seen. Gandalf was the first to stop laughing.
"Mr. Took," he said his if-you-don't-stop-right-now-I-shall-turn-you-into- something-unnatural-very-soon way.
"Yes, Gandalf?" Pippin said.
"Yes, Olórin?" Tom said at the same time, looking up from his *cough* victim *cough*.
"Not you Pippin, Tom. Tombo Took, get off Lord Elrond."
"Yes sir," Tom said, gtting off the elf. Elrond looked horrified at the hobbit who had just finished demolshing his left ear. He lifted his hand to it and felt, feeling two holes from the hobbit's unusually sharpe canines and a chuck from the back missing. He got up and walked calmly out to bandage his ear. Caran had lept on top of Tom and was now sitting on his back, forcing him to do push-ups.
(N/n: John really does this. Yes, yes, poor me.)
Gandalf chided Tom and Caran (Caran for the FIFTY push-ups he forced Tom to do). They went off to their rooms.
-----*-----IN NICK'S ROOM-----*-----
Tom dug through his pack and exclaimed when he found something that resembled a large, flat book with words and instruments on it. He chuckled evilly.
-----*-----IN JOHN'S ROOM-----*-----
Caran flopped on his bed and started singing a random country song. He heard a knock on his door and allowed the person to come in. Glorfindel came in. John sat up and stopped singing. Glorfindel sat on the bed next to him.
"Good sir elf, do you know how to ride?" Glorfindel asked.
"Yes, Glorfindel," Caran said. It wasn't wholly a lie. He could ride English, but he had nearly forgotten.
"Good. The lady Arwen requested to her father, Lord Elrond, for a ride on Asfaloth. I agreed for her to ride Asfaloth, but Lord Elrond said she required an escort and asked me to find you. I went off at once. So now that you have agreed, we'd best find you a horse and saddle and bridle." Caran nodded.
"Dude, this guy can sure make some long-winded speeches. He sounds like Mr. Lee!" Caran thought to himself.
Glorfindel got up and Caran followed his example. They headed out to the pastures.
(J/n: okay, so I don't know if Rivendell actually has a pasture or stable. Too bad, in my mind it does.)
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Nick: That's all....for a while.
John (dressed in a Hawaiin shirt, shorts, and floppies): Yep! I'm goin'!
*John waves and picks up suitcases*
*John's dad appears in room*
John's Dad: C'mon, John, we need to go.
*John and John's Dad walk out, leaving Nick alone*
Nick: I feel so alone.
*Nick leaves*