Chapter Five

By waterfall2014

Disclaimer

I do not own Lord of the Rings

I do not own any related beings

However, I do own the story line,

So don't use it 'cause it's mine

Author's Note: The world is out to get me. So I won't have much time to update. I am so darn sorry about that.

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...About mid-morning, Frodo opened one eye a crack. Something was up. He sat up, blinking, wondering what had woken him. The sun had just come up and was shining through the trees. Birds were chirping their heads off, getting worms, fighting over places to sit on branches, and doing whatever else it is that birds do. Ya know, the normal morning stuff. So what was it?

Then Frodo realized what had woken him up. It was the silence. The Stupid Tall People had stopped arguing. Spinning around to be sure, he saw that Aragorn, Arwen, Boromir were indeed no longer shouting, but were standing in a circle with Sam, staring at something on the ground and whispering about whatever it was. Frodo pulled himself sluggishly out of his blankets and made his way softly over to where the others were.

"What are you guys do-AH!" Frodo jumped back in shock. Merry and Pippin were lying in the middle of the circle on the ground, moaning. "What happened to them?!"

Aragorn sighed, "They apparently broke into our food sacks last night and ate all of our Lembas." It seems to have given them a stomachache."

"Gee Einstein, ya think so?" Boromir said in an annoyed voice. Then he blinked, "Wait a minute. Who is Einstein?"

Sam also blinked, "I dunno."

"Me either." Frodo replied.

Aragorn and Arwen shook their heads.

~Boromir!!!~

Boromir jumped about three feet, "What?!?! Where is that voice coming from?!?!?!"

~Darn it Boromir! First Gimli causes trouble and now you! Why can you people not just continue with the story?~

Boromir fell to the ground and began to sob, "I should have listened to them! They told me! They told me to take the pills! But did I listen? Noooooooooooooooo! And now look at me! I am hearing the voices again!" With that Boromir began to sob even harder than before.

~Oh for the love of murder! Boromir, you know that it's me! You talked to me in the first chapter! I'm the only reason you're here and not dead!~

Boromir stopped sobbing and sat up, "Oh. Waterfall. Yeah."

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Aragorn cleared his throat a bit nervously, "Um, Waterfall?"

~Yes?~

"Um, you said Gimli was causing trouble, right?"

~Yes.~

"That would mean you've been writing about him, right?"

~Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.~

"Then where is he?"

~He is currently sound asleep, sitting in a chair, which is beside a sleeping Legolas, in a guestroom, in Rivendell.~

"Oh." Aragorn said, "Right then. But-WHAT?!?!?! LEGOLAS?!?!?! LEGOLAS IS ALIVE?!?!?! AND IN RIVENDELL?!?!?! BUT HOW?!?!?!?!?! HOW'D GIMLI GET HIM?!?!?!"

~*sigh* Gimli took Legolas to Rivendell on Asfoloth when you three were arguing and yes, Legolas should be just fine. He will need a little bit of time to heal. That's all.~

Aragorn and Boromir looked relieved. Arwen, however, looked as though something was not quite right.

~Something wrong, Arwen?~

"Weeeeeeeeeell...I guess not...O.O* WHAT?!?!?! ASFOLOTH?!?!?! THAT STUPID SHORT DWARF TOOK ASFOLOTH?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!"

~...I guess it was because Legolas was dying...and that 'Stupid Dwarf' wanted to save him. But that's just a guess...~

Arwen stood completely still and considered this new information for awhile. Finally she gave her verdict, "I guess...that it was okay that Gimli borrowed Asfoloth."

~Good job Arwen! You have successfully shared your things with a good attitude! I am so proud!~

-_-

"Waterfall?" Boromir asked.

"Yes, my dear schizophrenic Boromir?"

"Can you take us to Rivendell?"

~What do you mean?~

"Well, can't you just zap us there with The Powers of the Authoress or your Purple Magic Wand?"

~Yes.~

"All right!" Boromir yelled, "Let's go!"

~...~

"Um, Waterfall?"

~What Boromir?~

"You were going to zap us to Rivendell..."

~No I wasn't.~

"But you said-"

~I said that I could zap you to Rivendell. But nowhere did I state that I would.~

"But-but!" Arwen stammered.

~Cat got your tongue, Arwen?~

"No, but I can't!"

~...Can't what?~

"Walk all the way to Rivendell!!!" Arwen cried, "It took me three days to get this far on Asfoloth! By walking, that'd take us six days at least!!! I can't do it!!!"

~Look at it this way. You won't have to go to the gym for awhile.~

"What is a gym?"

~Erm...~

"Arwen makes a good point, Waterfall." Frodo said, "We couldn't just walk there. We don't have any food. We, with the probable exception of Merry and Pippin, would starve to death."

~Leave it to a Hobbit to think of food. Merry and Pippin only ate Aragorn, Arwen, and Boromir's food. Isn't there any in your packs?~

Frodo's face brightened, "I had forgotten!" With that, he ran off to check his pack. He began to search through it, more and more frantically by the second. In the end, he just dumped the entire contents of the pack on the ground. He gave a cry of dismay, "There's no food in here! It's all gone!" He ran to Merry, Pippin, and Sam's packs, only to find the same thing. "Oh no!" He groaned. All of their food was completely gone.

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Legolas stirred slightly and opened his eyes. Blinking, he looked at his surroundings.

'Let me see,' He thought, trying to place where he was, 'Big room, lots of sunlight from really big windows. That over there appears to be a balcony. How very spiffy. I'm lying in a great bed with...Ooooo, silk sheets and silk pajamas. And lots of fluffy pillow. Very spiffily nice. I've always said that fluffy pillows are essential to any bedroom. Hmm. Nice wood carvings. Wow. That vase over there looks to be Ming. Wait a minute. Ming? What is that?'

~Erm...It means it's from the Ming Dynasty.~

Legolas gave a start. "Waterfall?" He said aloud, "Is that you?"

~Yes. I do believe so.~

"Do you know where I am?"

~Mm-hmm.~

"Where?"

~You are in the House of Elrond. And it is ten o'clock in the morning, on October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know.~

"I thought it was the middle of July."

~...Whatever...~

"You just hate it when you're wrong don't you?"

~You are far too concerned with details for anybody's, especially your own, good.~

"Oh sure. Pick on the invalid."

~I assume you remember what happened then?~

Legolas scowled, "Yes. I got shot with four poisoned arrows, and Aragorn, Arwen, and Boromir were being complete bakas and stood there arguing whist I was bleeding to death."

~I'm picking up on some tension here.~

"No duh, Sherlock. Wait a minute. Who's Sherlock?"

~Um...~

"Legolas!" Legolas jumped at the sudden shout. Turning his head, he saw that Gimli was now awake.

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Arwen was getting more and more ticked off by the second. After a good deal of whining, complaining, worrying, pouting looks, etcetera, they had all finally started out walking the long way to Rivendell. They had gotten started about noon, and it was now dusk. Every inch/centimeter/whatever it is that they use in Middle Earth of the way, Merry and Pippin had moaned about their sore stomachs, Frodo and Sam had sore feeties, and Aragorn and Boromir were 'Sooooo hunnnnngryyyyy.' You see, Waterfall, being the currently caffeine-deprived person that she is, decided to make the little group get there own food. ~There is plenty of fruit on the trees, pick that for your supper.~ In response to the complaints that greeted that proposal, Waterfall said ~Fruit is good for you and will give you energy. Be grateful that you have an energy-giving drink. *sniff* My coffee is gone...~

"Well," Aragorn said, "It's getting dark. We should find a place to set up camp."

Soon they found a nice clearing in the trees perfect for a camp. As they began to settle down for the night with the loud sounds of rumbling tummies and grumbling beings, Arwen sighed.

'This is gonna be one looooong night.' She thought, drifting off to sleep...

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To Anon: I would never be so cruel as to kill Legolas. Torture him, yes, kill him, no. Thank you for reviewing.

To Whitecoyote: Sorry it was so short. But thanks for reviewing. ^_^

To Europa: Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeetty. Now my Strawberry-Melon Incense is making the house smell nice. Thanks for your review!

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