Chapter 3
By waterfall2014
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any related characters. Have you ever wondered, if the person who owns Lord of the Rings (Christopher Tolkien, I think) wanted to write a Lord of the Rings fic, would he have to do the disclaimer? Questions, questions.
'...' =Thoughts.
~...~ =Waterfall talking.
~~~ = Different scene.
© = Stuff that is mine and you may not use it without my permission.
I'm so sorry that I haven't updated sooner! School started back up and from here on out the only time I'll be able to update will probably be on weekends. Forgive me.
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..."Who's shouting?" Merry whispered, looking scared.
"I don't know." Sam replied softly.
"Maybe it's people arguing over what to do with their extra second breakfast." Pippin whispered, looking hopeful.
The other three Hobbits stared at him in dumbfounded silence.
Pippin hadn't noticed. "Do you think they'd give some to us? I'm hungry."
Merry was looking as though he was ready to do to Pippin what Frodo had wanted to do to him. "You idiot!" He screamed in a whisper, "It could be-" Here his voice faltered. He took a deep breath and continued, "Urak-Hai."
At that dreaded name, the Hobbits shuddered. Nearly all of the Orcs, Urak-Hai, Goblins, and other foul creatures were gone from Middle-Earth, killed, but it was still a possibility that they were there.
"Wait!" Frodo said, stopping his companions from running away, "Let me check."
With that Frodo pulled Sting half-way out of it's sheath. It wasn't glowing in the least. They relaxed and Frodo's pretty blue eyes lost their worried look. ~^_^~
"Yay!" Pippin cried, "Let's go get some Second Breakfast!"
With that, he ran towards the sound of shouting.
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Gimli had been riding Asfoloth without stopping for four hours now. He was tired, hungry, and saddle-sore, but was to worried about Legolas to care. The Elf was still unconscious. As they rode, Gimli kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure the Elf was still breathing. He was.
"Darn it Elf, you had better live." He muttered, his voice gruff with worry.
Just then, Asfoloth gave a long whiney. Gimli looked up to see what was, at that moment, the most blessed sight in Middle-Earth.
Rivendale.
Gimli gently kicked Asfoloth to make him go faster. There was no need, however, the horse was going as fast as he could to get the injured Elf and his friend to help.
Or maybe Asfoloth was just hungry.
I mean, you work up an appetite running four hours strait carrying a Dwarf in armor and dead wait.
As they rode into the courtyard in front of the home of Elrond, a horse came up beside Gimli. On it was Action Figure Saruman, hereafter known as Saruman.
Gimli gave a shout of surprise. "Saruman! What are you doing here?"
"Shhh!" Saruman hissed, "I'm not Saruman! I'm _Elrond_!"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Yes."
Gimli gave a snort of laughter, "How dumb do you think I am?"
"There ain't words to describe how dubm I think you are. But the point is, Waterfall needed Elrond for this part of the story, and she doesn't have an Elrond Acton Figure. So I'm filling in."
"I do not believe you."
~Darn it, Gimli! More trouble coming from you!~
"Eep!" Gimli squeaked.
"Waterfall, can you explain this to him, puh-leeze?" Saruman said with annoyance.
Gimli nearly fell off the horse, "You can hear her too?"
"Yes, you idiot!" Saruman snapped.
~If the two of you could shut-up, I would be forever grateful. Now, Gimli, Saruman is playing the part of Elrond, he's not going to trap you on top of a tower, he is a _good person._ Get Legolas, who is bleeding to death, to a bed so Elrond-Saruman can heal him, Elrond-Saruman, do not answer any calls from your Seeing-Stone until your shoots are over for the day. You two got it?~
"Yes, Waterfall."
"But-but-I _need_ to answer those calls! Sauron was going to call me today!" Saruman cried.
~Saruman, right now, my eyes are flaming with anger. So do what I say.~
"But," Saruman continued, "I can't see you. I have no proof that your eyes are flaming with anger."
~DO AS I SAY OR MAY THE VALOR HELP ME I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR SEEING-STONE FOR A MONTH!!!~
Saruman began to cry, "You are so mean to me Waterfall! You aren't being fair!"
~I'm just doing what's best for you.~
"How is making my bestest friend in the all of Middle-Earth mad by not being able to talk to me a nice thing? It's making him suffer too and he didn't do anything wrong!"
~What if I take away your staff instead?~
Saruman gasped in horror, "Noooooooo! You can't take Betty away from me!"
~Oh for the love of murder, you didn't _name_ that thing did you?~
"Don't be mean to Betty!" Saruman clutched his staff protectively. He began to stroke it. "My Prrrrrrreciousssssssssssss."
"Um," Gimli said tentatively, "This may be a bad time, but the Elf is three steps from Deaths' door and if he dies King Thranduil won't be very happy."
~Oh. Right then...Carry on.~
"Follow me." Elrond-Saruman said. They began to ride toward the Last Homely House.
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Priny: Yeah. That fic wasn't very good. I might re-do it sometime. I just kind of got tired of writing it and finished it really fast. No offence taken.
Whitecoyote: ~laughs~ Yeah, playing with LOTR action figures is fun. It's nice to know that, even though you're crazy, you're not alone.
A.N.C: Unfortunately I have never been to a psychiatrist. Or maybe it's fortunate...Hmm. Strait jackets don't look very fun.
Daisy G: Thank you very much! I should end up having a wide variety of characters.
To all Pippin fans: I'm sorry I made fun of Pippin. I really do love him. I just needed a character to pick on a bit.
I NEED YOUR HELP: I'm planning on writing a song fic, and I need the title/artist/album of the following song:
'...Cause she's so hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh high above me, she's so lovely, cause she's so hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh above me, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite...'
Thanks!
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