Worst Case Scenario Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Finally, finally, after a week of journeying and telling stories, they had finally reached Imladris. After a few welcomes and too many autograph wanting fangirls, they were finally shown to their rooms. But they weren't there long. Soon they were off searching for Elrohir and Elladan. The twins weren't hard to find. You only had to follow the path of destruction.
"Hey, look at that!" grinned Feadhel. He had spotted an expert archer staring at his bow. It had very rude swear words carved all over it, and he was desperately trying to get them off. The three laughed. Legolas made a mental note to try that at home.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" A scream echoed throughout Imladris, followed shortly by a second. The twins burst out of a nearby bush, running for their lives. Just a few feet behind them was another archer, shooting arrows at them.
"DON'T YOU EVER TRY THAT AGAIN!!!" he yelled as he fired another arrow. The archer reached back to his quiver, and, realizing he didn't have any more arrows, sulked away.
Legolas strode over to the bush where the two had taken refuge. He coughed slightly to get their attention, and then did his best Thranduil glare. They looked up at him, at each other, then back up at him, and burst out laughing. All five of them exchanged greetings before heading off to cause some more mischief.
"So, what did you do to that archer guy?" Curudin questioned. His face was full of laughter, though, as he waited for the answer.
"Well, as you probably saw, we've been carving nice messages on the archers bows. That one didn't quite like it though. And when he saw us... well, that's where we met up with you guys. It's quite rude to shoot arrows at someone, especially if their only protection is pushing their brother in the way of the arrow," Elrohir grinned, looking at Elladan. The twins laughed.
"What are our plans? The council is tomorrow, so we have a whole day..." Feadhel gave a sly grin to the others.
"I know! It's an idea Elrohir and I have been saving for a rainy day."
"You don't mean.... Plan Hairwash?"
"Yes, I do. And why the heck did you call it Plan Hairwash???" Elladan gave his brother an odd look as he shrugged. Those two certainly were weird.
"What's the plan?" The others asked eagerly.
"Well...you see..." they whispered the plan to each other, confirming the details as they went along. Soon, they were ready to carry out the plan.
"So... Elladan and I will get the honey, Feadhel and Curudin will get the blueberries, and Legolas will find the tree sap. Everyone, go!" Elrohir commanded. They all wondered off into the forest, eager to accomplish their part of the plan
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Feadhel was alone. Curudin was right behind him one second, and gone the next. Where could he have gone? As he wandered around, he heard a groan come from a distance. It sounded like Curudin! "CURUDIN!!!" he screamed, running in the direction of the voice. He slipped suddenly and rolled down a hill, landing in front of several large blueberry bushes. Mission accomplished, but he had lost a vital component, a close friend. "CURUDIN!!!!"
"Feadhel... URGH"
"I'm coming friend!" He cut through the bushes, trying desperately to find Curudin. Feadhel finally found him, in a pool of blood. "BY THE VALAR!!! CURUDIN!!!" The elf knelt by his friend. "Why.... WHY?!?!?!"
"I'm not dead you idiot. It's blueberry juice. I have one hell of a stomachache! URGH!!!" he groaned. A sharp blow to his head knocked him unconscious.
"AND DONT EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!" Feadhel cried into his arm, very much upset, and acting quite stupid. It was a pitiful site.
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"Elladan," Elrohir whispered.
"What?" Elladan replied, also in a whisper.
"I think we have a problem"
"Whatever gave you that idea, idiot."
"The thirty wargs waiting to turn us into a meal directly below us"
"Duh"
"Shh... Be quiet or they'll hear us"
"If they hadn't heard us, do you think they'd be waiting for us at the bottom of the tree?"
"No...."
"No fake"
"Why are you so mean!"
"'Cause"
"It's not my fault daddy dropped me on my head"
"Yes it is"
"Nuh-uh"
"Yeah-huh"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Ok, I give up."
"Thank you"
"Hey, I think the wargs went away!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, go check"
"OK... I'll be right back," Elladan said cautiously as he climbed down from the tree. The second he hit the ground the wargs surrounded him. He glared at Elrohir, muttering a single insult before drawing the only weapon he had, a rather large knife. "You smell like a human"
"Duh"
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Finally, finally, after a week of journeying and telling stories, they had finally reached Imladris. After a few welcomes and too many autograph wanting fangirls, they were finally shown to their rooms. But they weren't there long. Soon they were off searching for Elrohir and Elladan. The twins weren't hard to find. You only had to follow the path of destruction.
"Hey, look at that!" grinned Feadhel. He had spotted an expert archer staring at his bow. It had very rude swear words carved all over it, and he was desperately trying to get them off. The three laughed. Legolas made a mental note to try that at home.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" A scream echoed throughout Imladris, followed shortly by a second. The twins burst out of a nearby bush, running for their lives. Just a few feet behind them was another archer, shooting arrows at them.
"DON'T YOU EVER TRY THAT AGAIN!!!" he yelled as he fired another arrow. The archer reached back to his quiver, and, realizing he didn't have any more arrows, sulked away.
Legolas strode over to the bush where the two had taken refuge. He coughed slightly to get their attention, and then did his best Thranduil glare. They looked up at him, at each other, then back up at him, and burst out laughing. All five of them exchanged greetings before heading off to cause some more mischief.
"So, what did you do to that archer guy?" Curudin questioned. His face was full of laughter, though, as he waited for the answer.
"Well, as you probably saw, we've been carving nice messages on the archers bows. That one didn't quite like it though. And when he saw us... well, that's where we met up with you guys. It's quite rude to shoot arrows at someone, especially if their only protection is pushing their brother in the way of the arrow," Elrohir grinned, looking at Elladan. The twins laughed.
"What are our plans? The council is tomorrow, so we have a whole day..." Feadhel gave a sly grin to the others.
"I know! It's an idea Elrohir and I have been saving for a rainy day."
"You don't mean.... Plan Hairwash?"
"Yes, I do. And why the heck did you call it Plan Hairwash???" Elladan gave his brother an odd look as he shrugged. Those two certainly were weird.
"What's the plan?" The others asked eagerly.
"Well...you see..." they whispered the plan to each other, confirming the details as they went along. Soon, they were ready to carry out the plan.
"So... Elladan and I will get the honey, Feadhel and Curudin will get the blueberries, and Legolas will find the tree sap. Everyone, go!" Elrohir commanded. They all wondered off into the forest, eager to accomplish their part of the plan
*********************************************************
Feadhel was alone. Curudin was right behind him one second, and gone the next. Where could he have gone? As he wandered around, he heard a groan come from a distance. It sounded like Curudin! "CURUDIN!!!" he screamed, running in the direction of the voice. He slipped suddenly and rolled down a hill, landing in front of several large blueberry bushes. Mission accomplished, but he had lost a vital component, a close friend. "CURUDIN!!!!"
"Feadhel... URGH"
"I'm coming friend!" He cut through the bushes, trying desperately to find Curudin. Feadhel finally found him, in a pool of blood. "BY THE VALAR!!! CURUDIN!!!" The elf knelt by his friend. "Why.... WHY?!?!?!"
"I'm not dead you idiot. It's blueberry juice. I have one hell of a stomachache! URGH!!!" he groaned. A sharp blow to his head knocked him unconscious.
"AND DONT EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!" Feadhel cried into his arm, very much upset, and acting quite stupid. It was a pitiful site.
*********************************************************
"Elladan," Elrohir whispered.
"What?" Elladan replied, also in a whisper.
"I think we have a problem"
"Whatever gave you that idea, idiot."
"The thirty wargs waiting to turn us into a meal directly below us"
"Duh"
"Shh... Be quiet or they'll hear us"
"If they hadn't heard us, do you think they'd be waiting for us at the bottom of the tree?"
"No...."
"No fake"
"Why are you so mean!"
"'Cause"
"It's not my fault daddy dropped me on my head"
"Yes it is"
"Nuh-uh"
"Yeah-huh"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Ok, I give up."
"Thank you"
"Hey, I think the wargs went away!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, go check"
"OK... I'll be right back," Elladan said cautiously as he climbed down from the tree. The second he hit the ground the wargs surrounded him. He glared at Elrohir, muttering a single insult before drawing the only weapon he had, a rather large knife. "You smell like a human"
"Duh"