The Adventures of my Lord of the Rings Action Figures

By waterfall2014

Christmas Day I was playing with my brother's Lord of the Rings action figures and making up stories about what they were doing. My two brothers were soon watching and listening to me, as I was doing the whole thing out loud, and when I was done, I was told I should post it on the internet. So here goes...

~~~~~~~~~~~ = Different scene

~...~ = Me talking

* = translation at the bottom

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Three days from Rivendale.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Action Figure Aragorn , hereafter known as Aragorn, was walking through the woods. Action Figure Legolas , hereafter known as Legolas, was with him. It was a beautiful summer day, blue sky, puffy white clouds, singing birds, warm breezes, blah, blah, blah, you get the idea. However, it was not a good day at all, because the night before a troop of Action Figure Orcs, hereafter known as Orcs, had attacked the two friends, and Legolas, to put it bluntly, had become a Elvin pincushion. He had gotten shot with four poisoned arrows and was now unconscious.

Now, don't get me wrong, Leggy-dear had done a good job of fighting, but while they had been defending themselves, Aragorn and Legolas had gotten a bit separated. When Legolas looked up for about half a second to see where Aragorn was, an Orc hit the side of his head with it's sword hilt. And then, taking advantage of the stunned Elf, three Orcs had shot him, one of them hitting him twice. When the Orcs started to celebrate, Aragorn came up from behind and took them out two at a time, won't go into any detail there folks, I want the rating to stay at PG. So the Orcs were all dead and Legolas was lying on the ground, not moving.

Needless to say, Aragorn panicked. But Legolas wasn't dead, just poisoned. ~And that's not bad at all, now is it?~ For the rest of the night, Aragorn attempted to cure his friend, but his fever refused to brake, his breathing became ragged and shallow, and his skin had become cold and clammy. That was when Aragorn decided he had to take Legolas to a skilled healer, and began his long trek to Rivendale, which was the best and closest place to go.

So on this otherwise perfect day, Aragorn was carrying an unconscious, bleeding Legolas to Rivendale, which was three days away, because Legolas was going to die without any help, and it was beyond Aragorn's skill to heal him.

Major, major, deja vu here, people.

Anyway, there they were, walking along, okay, Aragorn was walking and Legolas was being half carried and half dragged, whatever, when Aragorn heard the sound of a galloping horse. He knew Orcs didn't normally travel on horses, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Aragorn carefully laid Legolas on the ground and he drew his sword.

And out of the foliage burst a white horse being ridden by...

Action Figure Arwen, hereafter known as Arwen!

She stopped Action Figure Asfaloth, hereafter known as Asfaloth, and jumped down.

"I Valor!* What happened, Aragorn?" She cried as she rushed towards them.

"We were caught by a band of Orcs last night. Legolas was shot with four arrows and has a concussion. I have done what I can for the concussion and bound the arrow wounds with strips of cloth, but I do not have the necessary medicines to heal the poison from the arrows. We must get him to Rivendale quickly."

Arwen nodded, "Yes, that would be best. I have no healing herbs with me either. Do you know what type of poison it is?"

"All I can tell it is fast-acting, and very potent. It affected him very quickly, and Elves are much more resistant to poisons than this."

"Alright," Arwen began, "Who-"

"What happened?!" Came a voice from behind them both.

Arwen and Aragorn whirled around to see...

Action Figure Boromir, hereafter known as Boromir!

"Wha- But-How?" Aragorn stammered.

Arwen stared blankly at Boromir, "Shouldn't you be dead?"

"Yes." Boromir stated.

"Uh, then why are you here?" Arwen asked.

"Waterfall made me come." Boromir answered.

~Leave me out of this, Boromir!~

"Oh. Sorry." Boromir said. "So, what happened to the Elf?"

"Orc poison from four arrows." Aragorn stated shortly, not wanting to explain the whole thing again. "Arwen, Boromir, I am going to take Legolas to Rivendale. I will get there faster on Asfaloth. Meet me there. I will see you in three days."

He turned to pick Legolas up, but Arwen stopped him.

"Arwen, what are you doing?" He asked in bewilderment.

"Aragorn, dear, I know you're worried about Legolas and all," She said, "But I should be the one to take Legolas to Rivendale."

"Why?"

"Because," She answered, "Asfaloth is my horse, he will be less nervous and go faster if I'm riding him."

"But Legolas is my friend! You hardly know him!" Aragorn said.

"Aragorn," Arwen gave him a comforting pat on the arm. "Legolas is very good friend of mine. I've known him for centuries."

"It's not my fault I'm not immortal!"

"I never said that."

"Well," Boromir said, "Since neither of you can seem to decide who gets to go, maybe I should do it. It would be fair that way."

"How would that be fair?!?!?!" Arwen and Aragorn cried simultaneously.

"It wouldn't be fair if one of you two got to go and the other had to stay here. So, if neither of you goes, you wouldn't feel nearly as bad." Boromir explained as if talking to toddlers. ~Which is what they're acting like.~

"That is the dumbest thing I ever heard of!" Aragorn yelled.

"Anyway," Arwen said, "Don't you have something important to do, Boromir? Something to do for your father?"

"Arwen, he thinks I'm dead."

"Oh."

"And," Boromir continued, "Don't _you_ have something to do? I mean, you weren't just ridding you horse three days away from Rivendale for fun, were you?"

"Actually, I was."

"Oh." Boromir blinked.

"I'm going and that's that." Aragorn stated with all the authority a king would have.

"No way. _I'm_ going." Arwen retorted.

"I am!" Boromir said looking ready to pout.

"No, me!"

"Me!"

"ME!"

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Acton Figure Gimli, hereafter known as Gimli, was taking a walk in the woods. He had been visiting the Hobbits in the Shire and was now on his way to Rivendale to visit Aragorn and Legolas, who was also visiting Aragorn. He whistled as he walked along. It was a beautiful day, and he, oddly enough for a Dwarf, wouldn't have gone into a cave even if he was near one. 'I've been around that Elf for too long.' He thought. In truth, he missed his friend, and was looking forward to seeing Legolas and Aragorn. But he was still three days from Rivendale.

Suddenly, he heard shouting from up ahead...

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Well, that's Chapter One! Chapter Two will be up soon, look for it!

I have bought more incense, so all Flames will be used to light my Inspiration Incense.

* Elvin. 'The Valor!'