Hmm, this is going places I never could have forsaw...this may get worse. I don't know. Oh yeah, I don't really hate Morning People. Hmm, thankfully, I don't know any MP's. That's a good thing.
Aragorn continued skipping after a moments' reflection. Who after all can remain gloomy and depressed when the sun is rising, the birds are just waking up and the cool dew is still on the grass? He sang a song as he went about the world in general, cheerful and carefree.
"SHUT UP!" screeched an elf jumping from out of a tree. "JUST SHUT UP!"
"Haldir, so glad you're back!" cried Aragorn. "Where's your bow?"
"Elrond took it away," said Haldir. "I'll have to kill you with my bare hands."
"What? You always were rude for an elf." He jumped over a log and shouted for glee.
Haldir twitched and leaped gracefully over the log. He followed close behind the giggling man. The sun finally came fully over the trees. As if a rock were dropped on his head, Aragorn stood still. He stood for a moment and then whirled around. Morning People, you must understand, are not always Rest-Of-The-Day People. Aragorn was no exception. At about ten in the morning, his cheerful demeanor dropped from him and all that was left was a cranky dude.
"What were you saying about killing me with your bare hands, elf?" he said baring his arms. Haldir quailed. "Uh, nothing, nothing at all!" He fled unceremoniously.
Meanwhile in Rivendell, Agents Smith, Jones and Brown aka Elrond Glorfindel and Erestor were dancing the macarena and chanting "Andurson Andurson Andurson" before Elrond's large pretty mirror.
Elrond suddenly burst out into song and placed a nearby bowl of fruit atop his head.
"Andurson must be shot la la la
Andurson, Mistur Andurson
Is a Morning Persun
He must be shot la la la
Andurson yeah Mistur Andurson la la la!"
Jones and Brown started singing "la la la la!" when suddenly a plothole that negatively affected someone other than Legolas opened and Arwen appeared. She and the agents stared at each other. "Daddy?" she said doubtfully. Then the agents screamed as one and fled.
"This sure is a pretty river, even if it isn't good for surfing, wouldn't you say Pipsqueak?" said Merry.
"If you like that sort of thing, Marcie," said Pippin admiring the ring that Merry had given him. "I happen to think this ring is prettier, actually." He twisted the blue jewel and a beam of light shone about him. "Uh, Merry?" he said, but he was gone. Merry blinked at the now empty bank. Diamond and Estella came back from where they were picking flowers.
"Where's my little Pippie-Poo?" said Diamond. Merry grinned weakly.
Pippin finally got up enough courage to open his eyes. He saw that he was in a room of some sort.
"What took you so long, Smith?" said a female voice.
"Galadriel?" said Pippin. "And Gandalf? What are you doing here?"
"Pippin, you fool of a Took! How did you get here?" demanded Gandalf.
"I just twisted this ring thingy here, and, I dunno."
They looked at the ring.
"What happened to Elrond? I mean Smith?" demanded Galadriel. "Why do you have his ring?"
"Well, it's a long story. It all started with the cream of wheat..."
"Shut up, Took. Now don't go calling us Galadriel and Gandalf. I'm Cypher and she's Trinity while we're here. Do you think you can remember that?"
"Yeah, sure. You're Cyphinity and she's Trinipher. Easy Peasie!"
Gandalf/Cypher groaned. "We're doomed!"
"That was too close," droned Smith/Elrond. "We have to get back in the Matrix to warn Gandalf and Galadriul that we've been discovered."
"Excellent choice," breathed Brown/Erestor.
"Wait a minute, WHERE'S MY RING??" shrieked Smith.
"Didn't those hobbits have it?" intoned Jones/Glorfindel.
Smith twisted Browns' arm in anger. "Now this is just purfect. How in the world-" but a plothole appeared below them and they dropped into the blackness.
Aragorn continued skipping after a moments' reflection. Who after all can remain gloomy and depressed when the sun is rising, the birds are just waking up and the cool dew is still on the grass? He sang a song as he went about the world in general, cheerful and carefree.
"SHUT UP!" screeched an elf jumping from out of a tree. "JUST SHUT UP!"
"Haldir, so glad you're back!" cried Aragorn. "Where's your bow?"
"Elrond took it away," said Haldir. "I'll have to kill you with my bare hands."
"What? You always were rude for an elf." He jumped over a log and shouted for glee.
Haldir twitched and leaped gracefully over the log. He followed close behind the giggling man. The sun finally came fully over the trees. As if a rock were dropped on his head, Aragorn stood still. He stood for a moment and then whirled around. Morning People, you must understand, are not always Rest-Of-The-Day People. Aragorn was no exception. At about ten in the morning, his cheerful demeanor dropped from him and all that was left was a cranky dude.
"What were you saying about killing me with your bare hands, elf?" he said baring his arms. Haldir quailed. "Uh, nothing, nothing at all!" He fled unceremoniously.
Meanwhile in Rivendell, Agents Smith, Jones and Brown aka Elrond Glorfindel and Erestor were dancing the macarena and chanting "Andurson Andurson Andurson" before Elrond's large pretty mirror.
Elrond suddenly burst out into song and placed a nearby bowl of fruit atop his head.
"Andurson must be shot la la la
Andurson, Mistur Andurson
Is a Morning Persun
He must be shot la la la
Andurson yeah Mistur Andurson la la la!"
Jones and Brown started singing "la la la la!" when suddenly a plothole that negatively affected someone other than Legolas opened and Arwen appeared. She and the agents stared at each other. "Daddy?" she said doubtfully. Then the agents screamed as one and fled.
"This sure is a pretty river, even if it isn't good for surfing, wouldn't you say Pipsqueak?" said Merry.
"If you like that sort of thing, Marcie," said Pippin admiring the ring that Merry had given him. "I happen to think this ring is prettier, actually." He twisted the blue jewel and a beam of light shone about him. "Uh, Merry?" he said, but he was gone. Merry blinked at the now empty bank. Diamond and Estella came back from where they were picking flowers.
"Where's my little Pippie-Poo?" said Diamond. Merry grinned weakly.
Pippin finally got up enough courage to open his eyes. He saw that he was in a room of some sort.
"What took you so long, Smith?" said a female voice.
"Galadriel?" said Pippin. "And Gandalf? What are you doing here?"
"Pippin, you fool of a Took! How did you get here?" demanded Gandalf.
"I just twisted this ring thingy here, and, I dunno."
They looked at the ring.
"What happened to Elrond? I mean Smith?" demanded Galadriel. "Why do you have his ring?"
"Well, it's a long story. It all started with the cream of wheat..."
"Shut up, Took. Now don't go calling us Galadriel and Gandalf. I'm Cypher and she's Trinity while we're here. Do you think you can remember that?"
"Yeah, sure. You're Cyphinity and she's Trinipher. Easy Peasie!"
Gandalf/Cypher groaned. "We're doomed!"
"That was too close," droned Smith/Elrond. "We have to get back in the Matrix to warn Gandalf and Galadriul that we've been discovered."
"Excellent choice," breathed Brown/Erestor.
"Wait a minute, WHERE'S MY RING??" shrieked Smith.
"Didn't those hobbits have it?" intoned Jones/Glorfindel.
Smith twisted Browns' arm in anger. "Now this is just purfect. How in the world-" but a plothole appeared below them and they dropped into the blackness.