Hmm, ok, that last chapter wasnÕt very good. I think IÕm going to give this a short break before returning...a vacation as it were.
Frodo opened one eye. He looked stealthily around. He saw no one. Cautiously he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He slid down and crept to the window. He clambered swiftly down the vines entrailing to the ground and snuck off into the garden. At a certain bush, he dug and pulled a plothole from the ground. He snuck to Legolas's room and hid it just under the rug. Then he went back to bed.
"What're you doing, Mi-Mi?" said Pippin.
"I'm making another statue of myself out of cream-of-wheat, Pipp-Inn," said Merry.
"That wasn't a very inventive name," said Pippin.
"Well, Mi-Mi doesn't rank that high either," grumped Merry.
Legolas walked in looking around fearfully. "What're you doing?" he said quietly.
Merry and Pippin looked up solemnly and pointed. Legolas looked up with a look of utter fear. Sam jerked the rug from under his feet from behind, and the elf was sent through the window.
"Well, Sam-Ol'-Sam-Ol', how ya been doin'?" said Merry. "How do you like my sculpture?"
Sam hesitated for a long while before deciding to just turn and walk away. Just...walk...away...
Aragorn skipped into Rivendell early that bright morning, singing and laughing. He is, after all, the last of the Morning People. The very last. They were all killed off, which is exactly the danger that Aragorn is now in.
The elf in the tree drew his bow taut, aiming directly for the man's singing head. He let go the string, but to his horror his bow seemed to turn itself around in his hands and the arrow shot towards him, pinning his shirt to the tree. Aragorn heard his surprized shriek and looked up.
"Hi, Haldir!" he cried waving. "What'cha doin'?"
"Help," wheezed the elf.
"What?"
"Help."
"Felt?"
"Help."
"Belt?"
"HELP! HELP HELP SOMEONE HELP MMEEE!!" screamed Haldir. Merry and Pippin looked up from the bank of the river where they had been sitting glumly.
"A fair maiden in distress?" said Merry.
"It seems so. Shall we go save her?" said Pippin.
"We shall, dear cousin." And with that, the two hobbits locked arm in arm and danced off singing.
Haldir pulled his bow out, and tried again to shoot the yammering and blabbing Aragorn, who was now dancing around the tree, but again his bow seemed to turn itself and he shot at himself. A shriek sounded close by and Haldir turned to see Legolas pinned beside him.
"Plothole?" he asked.
"Yup," whispered Legolas.
Frodo opened one eye. He looked stealthily around. He saw no one. Cautiously he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He slid down and crept to the window. He clambered swiftly down the vines entrailing to the ground and snuck off into the garden. At a certain bush, he dug and pulled a plothole from the ground. He snuck to Legolas's room and hid it just under the rug. Then he went back to bed.
"What're you doing, Mi-Mi?" said Pippin.
"I'm making another statue of myself out of cream-of-wheat, Pipp-Inn," said Merry.
"That wasn't a very inventive name," said Pippin.
"Well, Mi-Mi doesn't rank that high either," grumped Merry.
Legolas walked in looking around fearfully. "What're you doing?" he said quietly.
Merry and Pippin looked up solemnly and pointed. Legolas looked up with a look of utter fear. Sam jerked the rug from under his feet from behind, and the elf was sent through the window.
"Well, Sam-Ol'-Sam-Ol', how ya been doin'?" said Merry. "How do you like my sculpture?"
Sam hesitated for a long while before deciding to just turn and walk away. Just...walk...away...
Aragorn skipped into Rivendell early that bright morning, singing and laughing. He is, after all, the last of the Morning People. The very last. They were all killed off, which is exactly the danger that Aragorn is now in.
The elf in the tree drew his bow taut, aiming directly for the man's singing head. He let go the string, but to his horror his bow seemed to turn itself around in his hands and the arrow shot towards him, pinning his shirt to the tree. Aragorn heard his surprized shriek and looked up.
"Hi, Haldir!" he cried waving. "What'cha doin'?"
"Help," wheezed the elf.
"What?"
"Help."
"Felt?"
"Help."
"Belt?"
"HELP! HELP HELP SOMEONE HELP MMEEE!!" screamed Haldir. Merry and Pippin looked up from the bank of the river where they had been sitting glumly.
"A fair maiden in distress?" said Merry.
"It seems so. Shall we go save her?" said Pippin.
"We shall, dear cousin." And with that, the two hobbits locked arm in arm and danced off singing.
Haldir pulled his bow out, and tried again to shoot the yammering and blabbing Aragorn, who was now dancing around the tree, but again his bow seemed to turn itself and he shot at himself. A shriek sounded close by and Haldir turned to see Legolas pinned beside him.
"Plothole?" he asked.
"Yup," whispered Legolas.