Well, some semblance of a party at last.
Arwen has finally caught Aragorn and has him in a headlock. Aragorn is struggling as hard as he could, but the cookies (they aren't called sugar cookies for nothing) give the elf maid nearly superhuman powers. Her lips are very wet and crumbly and she spits and screams in his ear.
"I LOVE YOU!!" she hollered.
"Help!" shouted Aragorn. Haldir peers from behind a corner and grins evilly. Aragorn looked at him beseechingly, but the elf just sniggered and left.
"Stupid Authoress!" said Frodo sitting glumly on the edge of the bed. "Where'd Sam go?"
"Who knows," said Pippin also sitting on the edge of the bed.
"With Sammy-Sam-Sammy-Sam it's always a guess," said Merry. But as he tries to sit on the edge of the bed, it flipped over burying them. Leggy took this oppurtunity to jump up and run, but PlotMites chewed the edge of the ceiling so that it fell on him. Only the bed saved the hobbits from the elf's gruesome fate. (Paranoidus Plotholitis)
Elrond, meanwhile, had gotten out of the pond and changed into his favorite purple *cough*dress*cough* robe and had decided to have a party. No one mentioned to him that he had already decided that several days ago, since he was alone. He started jumping on his bed for joy, but forgetting about the extra-bounciness he was catapulted out the window again and into the pond. Landing on the statue of himself that spit water like a fountain, and blacking out.
The next day however, he finally managed to get everyone in the same room at the same time without someone trying to kill another. (Well, Haldir kept trying to slip something into Aragorn's food, but Arwen kept seeing and screaming "I'LL SAVE YOU!") Of course, Elrond not being the brightest marble in the bag, nor either was he the roundest I'll have you know, he had picked the worst possible seating arrangements. I.e., Legolas next to the accident-prone lemonade man, Haldir next to Aragorn, Arwen next to Aragorn, the cookies next to Arwen, and Frodo next to the jell-o mold and the donuts. It was with some difficulty that this latter person kept from blacking out and being smuggled away from the table in a briefcase filled with used kleenex. And it was only this latter thought that kept this latter person from this latter fate.
"Are we all having fun?" squealed Elrond jumping up and spilling Gandalf and his bean and burrito soup into the lap of Figwit (Ah, another pretty-boy elf?) who jumped up and flung his crackers at Leggy, who then jumped into the lap of the lemonade man who flipped over casting the elf against the wall which then collapsed dumping him into a pile of kitchen scraps.
I take this oppurtunity to take Leggy's seat and smash it over Figwit's head who then blacks out, leaving us elfboy free for a time.
"HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOUUUUU??" sang (or screeched rather) Arwen to Aragorn. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to Haldir. Haldir pulled his handy-dandy dagger and would have finished him off (started him off?) but Elrond took it as a sign that he wished to carve the turkey. Haldir, of course, while being an assasin of some worth, to put it gently, was inept at anything resembling anything else besides assasination, so he just picked up the turkey and threw it at Elrond. It landed on his head and made quite a spectacle. Such a spectacle, that it even detracted from Arwen trying to feed Aragorn a pickle.
"Hrrmph hampph mrrph?" said Elrond.
Frodo slowly succumbed to the whispering of the donuts and passed out in his cream cheese and olive coated crackers.
Arwen has finally caught Aragorn and has him in a headlock. Aragorn is struggling as hard as he could, but the cookies (they aren't called sugar cookies for nothing) give the elf maid nearly superhuman powers. Her lips are very wet and crumbly and she spits and screams in his ear.
"I LOVE YOU!!" she hollered.
"Help!" shouted Aragorn. Haldir peers from behind a corner and grins evilly. Aragorn looked at him beseechingly, but the elf just sniggered and left.
"Stupid Authoress!" said Frodo sitting glumly on the edge of the bed. "Where'd Sam go?"
"Who knows," said Pippin also sitting on the edge of the bed.
"With Sammy-Sam-Sammy-Sam it's always a guess," said Merry. But as he tries to sit on the edge of the bed, it flipped over burying them. Leggy took this oppurtunity to jump up and run, but PlotMites chewed the edge of the ceiling so that it fell on him. Only the bed saved the hobbits from the elf's gruesome fate. (Paranoidus Plotholitis)
Elrond, meanwhile, had gotten out of the pond and changed into his favorite purple *cough*dress*cough* robe and had decided to have a party. No one mentioned to him that he had already decided that several days ago, since he was alone. He started jumping on his bed for joy, but forgetting about the extra-bounciness he was catapulted out the window again and into the pond. Landing on the statue of himself that spit water like a fountain, and blacking out.
The next day however, he finally managed to get everyone in the same room at the same time without someone trying to kill another. (Well, Haldir kept trying to slip something into Aragorn's food, but Arwen kept seeing and screaming "I'LL SAVE YOU!") Of course, Elrond not being the brightest marble in the bag, nor either was he the roundest I'll have you know, he had picked the worst possible seating arrangements. I.e., Legolas next to the accident-prone lemonade man, Haldir next to Aragorn, Arwen next to Aragorn, the cookies next to Arwen, and Frodo next to the jell-o mold and the donuts. It was with some difficulty that this latter person kept from blacking out and being smuggled away from the table in a briefcase filled with used kleenex. And it was only this latter thought that kept this latter person from this latter fate.
"Are we all having fun?" squealed Elrond jumping up and spilling Gandalf and his bean and burrito soup into the lap of Figwit (Ah, another pretty-boy elf?) who jumped up and flung his crackers at Leggy, who then jumped into the lap of the lemonade man who flipped over casting the elf against the wall which then collapsed dumping him into a pile of kitchen scraps.
I take this oppurtunity to take Leggy's seat and smash it over Figwit's head who then blacks out, leaving us elfboy free for a time.
"HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I LOVE YOUUUUU??" sang (or screeched rather) Arwen to Aragorn. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to Haldir. Haldir pulled his handy-dandy dagger and would have finished him off (started him off?) but Elrond took it as a sign that he wished to carve the turkey. Haldir, of course, while being an assasin of some worth, to put it gently, was inept at anything resembling anything else besides assasination, so he just picked up the turkey and threw it at Elrond. It landed on his head and made quite a spectacle. Such a spectacle, that it even detracted from Arwen trying to feed Aragorn a pickle.
"Hrrmph hampph mrrph?" said Elrond.
Frodo slowly succumbed to the whispering of the donuts and passed out in his cream cheese and olive coated crackers.