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name Caranirithion Mugwort, Tombo Took, and Gralin Brasslaughter of Ori's
line. You'll meet Brass.
NOTES: JOP/n -- John Over Phone note
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-----*-----Hollin-----*-----
--*--Legolas is taking his watch, the rest are asleep, except Tom--*--
A slight drool of hunger formed on the young Hobbit's lips as he watched the Elf on watch. Moving silently, so silently even the keen ears of the Elf could not detect it, he was behind the Elf. The light of the moon outlined the ears. Tom licked his lips and sprang. If anyone else had been awake and seen him, they most likely would have yelled, "Look! Up in the air! It's a bird! It's an Elf! No, it's Tom Took!" Legolas turned, but it was too late for the Prince. Tom had gotten him.
The Elf's muffled, pained woke Gimli. The Dwarf grunted and put a firm hand on Tom's waistcoat, dragging him off the Elf. Legolas came up, his face was covered in ground and leaves stuck out of his hair every which way. Legolas glared at the Hobbit and Dwarf. Seeing the Elf ear eating (JOP/n: Oo! Lotsa alliteration!) Hobbit, he put a hand to his right ear. Finding no blood when he brought it down to inspect it, he felt something trickle down his then down his back. He felt his left ear and, before he even looked at his hand, he knew it was bleeding.
'Why can't that other Elf wake himself?' Legolas thought angirly, staring at Caran (who was curled up, wrapped in his own blanket, at the end of Tom's blankets). Legolas was still amazed that a non-Elf, a Hobbit at that, could sneak up on him, Prince of Mirkwood (N/n: Vain, ain't 'e?). Tom crawled back sleepily to his blankets, smiling widely as he snuggled under the blanket. Caran stirred slightly when he felt Tom's feet under the blanket, but did not wake. Gimli smiled and chuckled.
"Bestfriends, don't you agree, Legolas?" Gimli said. Legolas began to snarl slightly at the Dwarf, but caught himself.
"Mayhap, mayhap not. You've seen them go at each other."
"Indeed. Now, you may as well get some sleep, MASTER Elf." Legolas winced at the "master" part (N/n: "master" is the title for a little boy, mwehehehehe), but nodded and went to his blanket. Tom mumbled something in his sleep, something that sounded like "Mmmmmm, Elf ears...need more." Legolas gulped, but closed his eyes and slept.
Morning crept in and saw Aragorn sitting, watching the almost dog-like Elf. Gimli was sitting, sharpening his axe. Tom was asleep on his face and appeared to not be breathing. Legolas was up a tree, his blanket dangling down, for fear of Tom. Sam was walking around groggily, looking for Frodo (who had disappeared under his blanket when Merry had slapped his face during the night).
Caran snarled when Sam tripped over him. He opened one eye and bit the leg that held the foot buried in his side. Sam leapt backwards and ended up hitting Aragorn, knocking them both over. Gimli laughed heartily, making Boromir wake. Boromir flopped over.
"Buuuut, Daddy, I don't want to get uuuuuuuup," he whined, sending everyone up into a fit of laughter. The laughter woke Tom and Caran. Caran uncurled and streched like a dog waking up in front of a nice, warm fire. Tom sprang up and grabbed his shirt and waistcoat (a hand-me-down from Sam, who did not approve of Hobbits running around with jeans and T-shirts). Tom looked around angirly for his pants (BOXERS people, he had BOXERS on, so don't get any ideas). Caran snickered and pointed up the tree Legolas was in. There they hung, the branch above Legolas. Tom bit Caran's hand, put on his shirt, and began to climb. He got to the branch Legolas was sleeping on. Legolas was quite a sight at the time.
His left ear, side of face, shoulder, and back had dried blood on them (from the ear chewing). His hair still had leaves in it, but his face was cleaned of earth. Using the Elf's shoulder as a step stool of sorts, Tom easily made it to pants. Grabbing them, he scurried down the tree.
By the time Tom was down, everyone on the ground was up. Pippin had found a Nurti-Grain bar on the ground, which had fallen from Tom's pocket, and was happily opening the wrapper. Tom lept on the older Hobbit and took HIS Nurti-Grain bar. The complaints from Pippin (under Tom) woke Legolas.
"Nassssty, nassssssty older peoplesssesss. Alwayssss taking MY preciousssss. Yessssss, we hatesss them Tooksssesssss, yessss, indeed we do, gollum," he said, causing all who had hunted the slimy creature to look his way. Tom shurgged as he pulled up his pants. "What?" he asked through a mouthful of Nurti-Grain. They shook their heads and mumbled about possibly going insane and The Voices. Tom buttoned his waistcoat.
Caran rumaged in his pack and brought out a can, which was immediately snatched by Tom. The Fellowship watched as Caran chased Tom around, attempting to get HIS can back. Finally, after a good hour of chasing, Caran lept forward and landed on Tom. Happily drinking the contents as he sat cross-legged on his "friend's" back, he got the Halfling to do fifty push-ups (again).
After that was done, they broke camp and walked.
TIME FORWARD, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
--*--The Caradhras, when Legolas is going to set out--*--
"--or snow, you want an Elf,"
(A/n: It may a little off, but it's close to the end of it)
Legolas said, proudly. Caran looked up and smiled.
"Indeed, friend Legolas, but as you can see, we are two Elves. Though I may be clad heavier, we are equal in strength. So, I'll say this: in the words of someone famous, bring it on!" Caran said, bringing up his fists. Legolas reached for his dagger. "Blades will be of no use here. Seath thy blade!" Legolas removed his hand as Caran let fly a punch. Legolas dodged it.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" came the cheer from behind Caran. He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at his friend, but still darted from a punch thrown by Legolas. The other Hobbit soon caught the chant. Before long, there were five small, yet loud voices yelling "Fight! Fight!" It decreased to three as Pippin and Tom, now close as brothers, began making bets who would win.
Soon Gimli joined and Gandalf, to his surprise, almost began. The wizard caught himself and coughed as Caran actually punched Legolas (cuffed his ear, he did). Legolas lept on Caran, throwing off his belt (with the scabbard), quiver, and bow. Pippin looked at Tom and smiled.
"See? I told you. Legolas'd come...ooh, he's gonna feel that tomorrow. Maybe Caran WILL win," he said. Gandalf and Tom had to pull the Elves off each other. We'll leave it up to you to decide how they looked, but Caran won.
"Legolas, get going," the aged wizard said. Legolas nodded and ran off.
TIME FORWARD (again), whoooooooooooooooooooooo, ooh, not feeling too good ::grabs sick bag::
--*--outside Moria--*--
"Ooh! Ooh! Olórin! Ooh! Pick me!" Tom shouted, jumping around gleefully waving his hands in the air. "I know! I know what it says!" Gandalf sighed, shook his head, and turned to the overly bouncy Hobbit.
"Fine, fine what does it say?"
"Speak 'friend' and enter." Gandalf nodded. Boromir threw the rock in and he got the whole Frodo speech thing. Tom ran up with his "staff" (a Hobbit- sized stick he'd found in Rivendell which had only, up till now, been used to whack John on the head) and tapped the star near the center. "Mellon!" The gates opened just as the Watcher went to grab Frodo. The arm shot out and grabbed Caran's winter coat. Caran shrugged, but soo the Watcher wrapped its tentacle around Caran's neck. While his face was turning shades (Tom was enjoying this part), Legolas leapt and hacked away at the tentacle. The tentacle retreated, but twenty some more came bursting out of the water. Caran ran, Tom ran, the whole Fellowship ran. As the doors slammed, Caran turn, put his thumbs in his ears, streched out his finger, stuck out his tongue, and waved his hands back and forth. A peice of stone hit him in the head (A/n: that did really happen once, the stone in the head).
M'kay, forward again, no "wheeeee"s this time 'cause it's making us poor authors sick
--*--In Balin's tomb, when Gimli is being sober--*--
Sniffling caused the Dwarf, who was sqauting down in memory of his dear cousin...uncle...RELATIVE. Caran smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. Gimli gave him a look that said "What the Mordor are you crying, Elf?"
"He owed me money!" Everybody looked at him, Tom cocked an eyebrow. "OKAY, so maybe NOT, but he was cool. And I always wanted to say that." Tom laughed and joined Gimli in the sober silence. Pippin was being attracted to the well, along with Caran.
They edged toward it, Caran humming "John's Very Own Personal Theme Song Only To Be Hummed, Sung, or Played on the Tuba by John Himself". Caran dove, attempted a sumersault in the air (N/n: hehe, I'd love to see him actually suceed in one), and dove on the ground. A resounding crack shook the walls. "I'm okay!" he said, sounding pained. Caran stood up, still humming, and found a good sized rock. Pippin had also found one. They let them drop down the well.
"Ooh! Purdy noise!" Caran said, his eyes wide. Then came the drums, causing the friends to jump up and say "doom!" everytime the drums did. They broke into a fit of laughter when Caran screamed, "Hey! Andy's on the drums!" (A/n: Andy's a kid in Nick's band class, he plays percussion, but he played tuba last year [and was Davis good at it]). Tom took his bow (hey, there had to be some brains behind atleast one bow), still chanting as before, and put an arrow on the string. Caran drew his sword.
"Close and wedge the doors!" Aragorn and Tom yelled at the same time. Gandalf told them not to wedge the East door.
"They've got a cave troll!" Caran and Boromir yelled as before. The Men glared at the semi-new-comers, it was just unnatural for these males to know what they were going say and when.
They attacked. The Fellowship ran up the stairs, Tom at the end shooting arrows as the Orcs attempted to follow. Whenever he shot shot, he'd shout "Boo-ya! One for Tookie!" until he finally lost his voice.
Blah dee blah, they say "Hello" to the Balrog, Gandy falls, they all run out (Tom shouting "Seeya later, Olórin!"). They reach Lothlorien.
"That Dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark," Haldir said, sneering. Tom chuckled.
"That's not all he does loudly," Tom said as Caran nodded vigorously.
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Whoa, that was long. John's phone ACTUALLY stayed connected all that time. Amazing...purely amazing. Now we must get through Lorien in the books (and/or see the movie again). Did you make it through and like it? REVIEW! The little button down there is getting dusty.
NOTES: JOP/n -- John Over Phone note
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-----*-----Hollin-----*-----
--*--Legolas is taking his watch, the rest are asleep, except Tom--*--
A slight drool of hunger formed on the young Hobbit's lips as he watched the Elf on watch. Moving silently, so silently even the keen ears of the Elf could not detect it, he was behind the Elf. The light of the moon outlined the ears. Tom licked his lips and sprang. If anyone else had been awake and seen him, they most likely would have yelled, "Look! Up in the air! It's a bird! It's an Elf! No, it's Tom Took!" Legolas turned, but it was too late for the Prince. Tom had gotten him.
The Elf's muffled, pained woke Gimli. The Dwarf grunted and put a firm hand on Tom's waistcoat, dragging him off the Elf. Legolas came up, his face was covered in ground and leaves stuck out of his hair every which way. Legolas glared at the Hobbit and Dwarf. Seeing the Elf ear eating (JOP/n: Oo! Lotsa alliteration!) Hobbit, he put a hand to his right ear. Finding no blood when he brought it down to inspect it, he felt something trickle down his then down his back. He felt his left ear and, before he even looked at his hand, he knew it was bleeding.
'Why can't that other Elf wake himself?' Legolas thought angirly, staring at Caran (who was curled up, wrapped in his own blanket, at the end of Tom's blankets). Legolas was still amazed that a non-Elf, a Hobbit at that, could sneak up on him, Prince of Mirkwood (N/n: Vain, ain't 'e?). Tom crawled back sleepily to his blankets, smiling widely as he snuggled under the blanket. Caran stirred slightly when he felt Tom's feet under the blanket, but did not wake. Gimli smiled and chuckled.
"Bestfriends, don't you agree, Legolas?" Gimli said. Legolas began to snarl slightly at the Dwarf, but caught himself.
"Mayhap, mayhap not. You've seen them go at each other."
"Indeed. Now, you may as well get some sleep, MASTER Elf." Legolas winced at the "master" part (N/n: "master" is the title for a little boy, mwehehehehe), but nodded and went to his blanket. Tom mumbled something in his sleep, something that sounded like "Mmmmmm, Elf ears...need more." Legolas gulped, but closed his eyes and slept.
Morning crept in and saw Aragorn sitting, watching the almost dog-like Elf. Gimli was sitting, sharpening his axe. Tom was asleep on his face and appeared to not be breathing. Legolas was up a tree, his blanket dangling down, for fear of Tom. Sam was walking around groggily, looking for Frodo (who had disappeared under his blanket when Merry had slapped his face during the night).
Caran snarled when Sam tripped over him. He opened one eye and bit the leg that held the foot buried in his side. Sam leapt backwards and ended up hitting Aragorn, knocking them both over. Gimli laughed heartily, making Boromir wake. Boromir flopped over.
"Buuuut, Daddy, I don't want to get uuuuuuuup," he whined, sending everyone up into a fit of laughter. The laughter woke Tom and Caran. Caran uncurled and streched like a dog waking up in front of a nice, warm fire. Tom sprang up and grabbed his shirt and waistcoat (a hand-me-down from Sam, who did not approve of Hobbits running around with jeans and T-shirts). Tom looked around angirly for his pants (BOXERS people, he had BOXERS on, so don't get any ideas). Caran snickered and pointed up the tree Legolas was in. There they hung, the branch above Legolas. Tom bit Caran's hand, put on his shirt, and began to climb. He got to the branch Legolas was sleeping on. Legolas was quite a sight at the time.
His left ear, side of face, shoulder, and back had dried blood on them (from the ear chewing). His hair still had leaves in it, but his face was cleaned of earth. Using the Elf's shoulder as a step stool of sorts, Tom easily made it to pants. Grabbing them, he scurried down the tree.
By the time Tom was down, everyone on the ground was up. Pippin had found a Nurti-Grain bar on the ground, which had fallen from Tom's pocket, and was happily opening the wrapper. Tom lept on the older Hobbit and took HIS Nurti-Grain bar. The complaints from Pippin (under Tom) woke Legolas.
"Nassssty, nassssssty older peoplesssesss. Alwayssss taking MY preciousssss. Yessssss, we hatesss them Tooksssesssss, yessss, indeed we do, gollum," he said, causing all who had hunted the slimy creature to look his way. Tom shurgged as he pulled up his pants. "What?" he asked through a mouthful of Nurti-Grain. They shook their heads and mumbled about possibly going insane and The Voices. Tom buttoned his waistcoat.
Caran rumaged in his pack and brought out a can, which was immediately snatched by Tom. The Fellowship watched as Caran chased Tom around, attempting to get HIS can back. Finally, after a good hour of chasing, Caran lept forward and landed on Tom. Happily drinking the contents as he sat cross-legged on his "friend's" back, he got the Halfling to do fifty push-ups (again).
After that was done, they broke camp and walked.
TIME FORWARD, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
--*--The Caradhras, when Legolas is going to set out--*--
"--or snow, you want an Elf,"
(A/n: It may a little off, but it's close to the end of it)
Legolas said, proudly. Caran looked up and smiled.
"Indeed, friend Legolas, but as you can see, we are two Elves. Though I may be clad heavier, we are equal in strength. So, I'll say this: in the words of someone famous, bring it on!" Caran said, bringing up his fists. Legolas reached for his dagger. "Blades will be of no use here. Seath thy blade!" Legolas removed his hand as Caran let fly a punch. Legolas dodged it.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" came the cheer from behind Caran. He chuckled and looked over his shoulder at his friend, but still darted from a punch thrown by Legolas. The other Hobbit soon caught the chant. Before long, there were five small, yet loud voices yelling "Fight! Fight!" It decreased to three as Pippin and Tom, now close as brothers, began making bets who would win.
Soon Gimli joined and Gandalf, to his surprise, almost began. The wizard caught himself and coughed as Caran actually punched Legolas (cuffed his ear, he did). Legolas lept on Caran, throwing off his belt (with the scabbard), quiver, and bow. Pippin looked at Tom and smiled.
"See? I told you. Legolas'd come...ooh, he's gonna feel that tomorrow. Maybe Caran WILL win," he said. Gandalf and Tom had to pull the Elves off each other. We'll leave it up to you to decide how they looked, but Caran won.
"Legolas, get going," the aged wizard said. Legolas nodded and ran off.
TIME FORWARD (again), whoooooooooooooooooooooo, ooh, not feeling too good ::grabs sick bag::
--*--outside Moria--*--
"Ooh! Ooh! Olórin! Ooh! Pick me!" Tom shouted, jumping around gleefully waving his hands in the air. "I know! I know what it says!" Gandalf sighed, shook his head, and turned to the overly bouncy Hobbit.
"Fine, fine what does it say?"
"Speak 'friend' and enter." Gandalf nodded. Boromir threw the rock in and he got the whole Frodo speech thing. Tom ran up with his "staff" (a Hobbit- sized stick he'd found in Rivendell which had only, up till now, been used to whack John on the head) and tapped the star near the center. "Mellon!" The gates opened just as the Watcher went to grab Frodo. The arm shot out and grabbed Caran's winter coat. Caran shrugged, but soo the Watcher wrapped its tentacle around Caran's neck. While his face was turning shades (Tom was enjoying this part), Legolas leapt and hacked away at the tentacle. The tentacle retreated, but twenty some more came bursting out of the water. Caran ran, Tom ran, the whole Fellowship ran. As the doors slammed, Caran turn, put his thumbs in his ears, streched out his finger, stuck out his tongue, and waved his hands back and forth. A peice of stone hit him in the head (A/n: that did really happen once, the stone in the head).
M'kay, forward again, no "wheeeee"s this time 'cause it's making us poor authors sick
--*--In Balin's tomb, when Gimli is being sober--*--
Sniffling caused the Dwarf, who was sqauting down in memory of his dear cousin...uncle...RELATIVE. Caran smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. Gimli gave him a look that said "What the Mordor are you crying, Elf?"
"He owed me money!" Everybody looked at him, Tom cocked an eyebrow. "OKAY, so maybe NOT, but he was cool. And I always wanted to say that." Tom laughed and joined Gimli in the sober silence. Pippin was being attracted to the well, along with Caran.
They edged toward it, Caran humming "John's Very Own Personal Theme Song Only To Be Hummed, Sung, or Played on the Tuba by John Himself". Caran dove, attempted a sumersault in the air (N/n: hehe, I'd love to see him actually suceed in one), and dove on the ground. A resounding crack shook the walls. "I'm okay!" he said, sounding pained. Caran stood up, still humming, and found a good sized rock. Pippin had also found one. They let them drop down the well.
"Ooh! Purdy noise!" Caran said, his eyes wide. Then came the drums, causing the friends to jump up and say "doom!" everytime the drums did. They broke into a fit of laughter when Caran screamed, "Hey! Andy's on the drums!" (A/n: Andy's a kid in Nick's band class, he plays percussion, but he played tuba last year [and was Davis good at it]). Tom took his bow (hey, there had to be some brains behind atleast one bow), still chanting as before, and put an arrow on the string. Caran drew his sword.
"Close and wedge the doors!" Aragorn and Tom yelled at the same time. Gandalf told them not to wedge the East door.
"They've got a cave troll!" Caran and Boromir yelled as before. The Men glared at the semi-new-comers, it was just unnatural for these males to know what they were going say and when.
They attacked. The Fellowship ran up the stairs, Tom at the end shooting arrows as the Orcs attempted to follow. Whenever he shot shot, he'd shout "Boo-ya! One for Tookie!" until he finally lost his voice.
Blah dee blah, they say "Hello" to the Balrog, Gandy falls, they all run out (Tom shouting "Seeya later, Olórin!"). They reach Lothlorien.
"That Dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark," Haldir said, sneering. Tom chuckled.
"That's not all he does loudly," Tom said as Caran nodded vigorously.
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Whoa, that was long. John's phone ACTUALLY stayed connected all that time. Amazing...purely amazing. Now we must get through Lorien in the books (and/or see the movie again). Did you make it through and like it? REVIEW! The little button down there is getting dusty.