Worst Case Scenario Chapter 6
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.
Priny: Yeah, I most likely wouldn't have fainted either. But you never know! *grin*
Devilburns: Glad to make you laugh! Here's another chapter for you!
Thiliaen: Yeah, I love Elladan and Elrohir. They need more stories! I only wish I could bring them with the Fellowship... *sigh*
Anubis: Okay! *keeps going*
Incurelf: Sorry! I forgot! And I made a bio...not much of one though. *shrug* Good enough for you?!?!?
Shea: I'm glad you like it!
Loveit: Thankies!
Ola: *eyes get wide* Oh crap... You're right! *bangs head on wall* Hehe.... I may be watching my Extended DVD too much... I do believe he wears boot- like things in there. I was even reading the FOTR while writing that chapter... *sweatdrop* And don't worry! Legolas will find the hobbits (namely Merry and Pippin) just as amusing as his elven friends!
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The Farewell Party was wonderful. So wonderful not even the dwarves could ruin it, it they had tried. It was assumed to be the last time any of the Fellowship were to be seen alive, so everyone wanted it to be as perfect as possible. If you looked hard enough, though, you could barely make out a big of happiness on the dwarves' faces. Happiness that Gimli was leaving them, hopefully forever.
Legolas glanced around, seeing everyone that had been at the Council was there. The dwarves were in one corner, talking among themselves. Elrond was eagerly watching a box sitting on a platform at one side of the room. He glanced from side to side, and nearly strangled Feadhel when he approached the box. It was quite a sight to see a grown elf behaving in such a way.
Just then the prince noticed that two of the hobbits were missing. The two that had been hiding behind the pillars, he figured after seeing one hobbit clutching the ring at his neck and another chubby one pigging out on food. Probably sleeping, he thought to himself.
He walked over to one table where a large bowl of some elven drink was sitting. Not sure exactly what it was, he poured some into a cup and tried it. Immediately spitting it out, he wiped the remainder from his lips. Elrohir took notice, and walked over.
"Aragorn brought it from someplace called Bree... Sounds like some kind of cheese, if you ask me. I don't particularly like it either," he said, frowning at the bowl.
Just then Elrond stepped onto the platform and called everyone to attention. "NOW QUIET EVERYONE! I have presents for the Fellowship! Line up!" And with those words everyone did line up, hoping to get a cool present. The missing hobbits were there too, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
Elrond first went to Frodo. "Here, young hobbit, is a piece of string to hang your Ring on." Frodo took the string, which Legolas noted looked a lot like the string Elrond had used earlier.
Next in line was Sam. "Here is some rope! It's very strong!" Sam grasped the 'rope' (which was in all truthfulness just a little piece of string) and tugged on it from each end. It promptly snapped in two.
"Uh... thanks. It'll really come in... handy...I guess..." he put on a false grin, and Elrond nodded with acceptance.
The elf greeted both Merry and Pippin together. "Greetings. Now, I'm sorry, but I ran out of rope for you two. So I got you guys these!" He held up two humongous baskets full of mushrooms, and Legolas could have sword the hobbit's eyes grew a great deal as they looked at the food. Of course it was gone in a matter of moments, though, so it wasn't much of a helpful gift.
He then went to Gimli. "You don't get anything smelly dwarf!" he exclaimed, sticking out his tongue. The dwarf shrugged, and the prince assumed that he got that a lot.
Gandalf was the next person in line, after he had rudely butted in front of both Boromir and Legolas. Elrond looked at him for a while, then suddenly seemed to grow taller and more powerful. "TO THE BACK OF THE LINE WITH YOU!!!" he yelled menacingly. The wizard walked to the back of the line and sulked.
It was then Boromir's time, and it seemed he was expecting a good gift. He held out his hands, but Elrond simply put a piece of string on it. Boromir looked at it in disbelief as Elrond spoke. "This is...uh... A magical piece of string. If you...drop it from a height... it will fall to the ground. Or, if you're lucky, it might fly away on the wind and dance for you." The elf shrugged.
"COOL!!!" Boromir shouted suddenly, jumping up onto the platform and repeatedly dropping his magic string.
Finally it was Legolas's turn. Another piece of string was given to him. "This is a bowstring... Use it well, Legolas."
"It's pink," the prince said in disbelief.
"Exactly!" Elrond exclaimed, before moving on to Gandalf. "Give me your staff," he said slowly, as if just then thinking of what kind of gift to give the wizard. He handed over his staff, and Elrond tied a little bow of pink string on the top. The elf handed it back to Gandalf. "There you are. I dub thee Gandalf the Pink!"
Gandalf proceeded to throw a temper tantrum right there in front of everyone else. "But I wanna be Gandalf the fluorescent yellow!!!" he screeched, going into the fetal position.
"Too bad," Elrond said simply. He looked around for the last member of the Fellowship, but he was nowhere to be found. "ARAGORN!!! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU????????"
"Out here!" cried a voice from a nearby hallway.
Everyone rushed to find Aragorn, but burst out laughing as they did. It was the most pathetic sight you could ever see. There was the future king, one hand stuck to Arwen's blue spiky hair, and the other to the wall. Both of his feet were plastered to the floor, and his hair was all matted and greasy, falling onto his face and into his eyes.
Arwen was pretty pathetic too. Besides her hair, she had dirt and mud stains all over her face and clothing. She was laying on the ground, stuck to the floor, with Aragorn leaning over her. Flailing her arms and legs wildly, she called out to Elrond. "DADDEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!"
It was in that moment that Legolas thought it might not be so bad. He was positive there was a mischievous gleam in the once missing hobbit's eyes. If they had done this, then there was hope. There was hope he would not die of boredom. There was hope that many pranks could be pulled on the dwarf. And there was hope that they could save Aragorn from his serious side.
Eventually Arwen and Aragorn were freed from their sticky peril in the hallway, but Aragorn's hand could not be removed from Arwen's head. They were stuck like that, and it was announced that Arwen would be tagging along with the Fellowship as far as Lothlorien in hopes that Galadriel would be able to fix her hair to it's former glory. The twins were grounded for a hundred years (entirely unfair, in Legolas' opinion, compared to his three hundred year grounding) and Feadhel and Curudin were banned from Imladris for five years. No one ever discovered who had placed the trap in the hallway, but Legolas knew for sure. All in all, Legolas decided he was ready to leave. He would just need to stay away from Arwen for awhile...
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.
Priny: Yeah, I most likely wouldn't have fainted either. But you never know! *grin*
Devilburns: Glad to make you laugh! Here's another chapter for you!
Thiliaen: Yeah, I love Elladan and Elrohir. They need more stories! I only wish I could bring them with the Fellowship... *sigh*
Anubis: Okay! *keeps going*
Incurelf: Sorry! I forgot! And I made a bio...not much of one though. *shrug* Good enough for you?!?!?
Shea: I'm glad you like it!
Loveit: Thankies!
Ola: *eyes get wide* Oh crap... You're right! *bangs head on wall* Hehe.... I may be watching my Extended DVD too much... I do believe he wears boot- like things in there. I was even reading the FOTR while writing that chapter... *sweatdrop* And don't worry! Legolas will find the hobbits (namely Merry and Pippin) just as amusing as his elven friends!
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The Farewell Party was wonderful. So wonderful not even the dwarves could ruin it, it they had tried. It was assumed to be the last time any of the Fellowship were to be seen alive, so everyone wanted it to be as perfect as possible. If you looked hard enough, though, you could barely make out a big of happiness on the dwarves' faces. Happiness that Gimli was leaving them, hopefully forever.
Legolas glanced around, seeing everyone that had been at the Council was there. The dwarves were in one corner, talking among themselves. Elrond was eagerly watching a box sitting on a platform at one side of the room. He glanced from side to side, and nearly strangled Feadhel when he approached the box. It was quite a sight to see a grown elf behaving in such a way.
Just then the prince noticed that two of the hobbits were missing. The two that had been hiding behind the pillars, he figured after seeing one hobbit clutching the ring at his neck and another chubby one pigging out on food. Probably sleeping, he thought to himself.
He walked over to one table where a large bowl of some elven drink was sitting. Not sure exactly what it was, he poured some into a cup and tried it. Immediately spitting it out, he wiped the remainder from his lips. Elrohir took notice, and walked over.
"Aragorn brought it from someplace called Bree... Sounds like some kind of cheese, if you ask me. I don't particularly like it either," he said, frowning at the bowl.
Just then Elrond stepped onto the platform and called everyone to attention. "NOW QUIET EVERYONE! I have presents for the Fellowship! Line up!" And with those words everyone did line up, hoping to get a cool present. The missing hobbits were there too, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
Elrond first went to Frodo. "Here, young hobbit, is a piece of string to hang your Ring on." Frodo took the string, which Legolas noted looked a lot like the string Elrond had used earlier.
Next in line was Sam. "Here is some rope! It's very strong!" Sam grasped the 'rope' (which was in all truthfulness just a little piece of string) and tugged on it from each end. It promptly snapped in two.
"Uh... thanks. It'll really come in... handy...I guess..." he put on a false grin, and Elrond nodded with acceptance.
The elf greeted both Merry and Pippin together. "Greetings. Now, I'm sorry, but I ran out of rope for you two. So I got you guys these!" He held up two humongous baskets full of mushrooms, and Legolas could have sword the hobbit's eyes grew a great deal as they looked at the food. Of course it was gone in a matter of moments, though, so it wasn't much of a helpful gift.
He then went to Gimli. "You don't get anything smelly dwarf!" he exclaimed, sticking out his tongue. The dwarf shrugged, and the prince assumed that he got that a lot.
Gandalf was the next person in line, after he had rudely butted in front of both Boromir and Legolas. Elrond looked at him for a while, then suddenly seemed to grow taller and more powerful. "TO THE BACK OF THE LINE WITH YOU!!!" he yelled menacingly. The wizard walked to the back of the line and sulked.
It was then Boromir's time, and it seemed he was expecting a good gift. He held out his hands, but Elrond simply put a piece of string on it. Boromir looked at it in disbelief as Elrond spoke. "This is...uh... A magical piece of string. If you...drop it from a height... it will fall to the ground. Or, if you're lucky, it might fly away on the wind and dance for you." The elf shrugged.
"COOL!!!" Boromir shouted suddenly, jumping up onto the platform and repeatedly dropping his magic string.
Finally it was Legolas's turn. Another piece of string was given to him. "This is a bowstring... Use it well, Legolas."
"It's pink," the prince said in disbelief.
"Exactly!" Elrond exclaimed, before moving on to Gandalf. "Give me your staff," he said slowly, as if just then thinking of what kind of gift to give the wizard. He handed over his staff, and Elrond tied a little bow of pink string on the top. The elf handed it back to Gandalf. "There you are. I dub thee Gandalf the Pink!"
Gandalf proceeded to throw a temper tantrum right there in front of everyone else. "But I wanna be Gandalf the fluorescent yellow!!!" he screeched, going into the fetal position.
"Too bad," Elrond said simply. He looked around for the last member of the Fellowship, but he was nowhere to be found. "ARAGORN!!! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU????????"
"Out here!" cried a voice from a nearby hallway.
Everyone rushed to find Aragorn, but burst out laughing as they did. It was the most pathetic sight you could ever see. There was the future king, one hand stuck to Arwen's blue spiky hair, and the other to the wall. Both of his feet were plastered to the floor, and his hair was all matted and greasy, falling onto his face and into his eyes.
Arwen was pretty pathetic too. Besides her hair, she had dirt and mud stains all over her face and clothing. She was laying on the ground, stuck to the floor, with Aragorn leaning over her. Flailing her arms and legs wildly, she called out to Elrond. "DADDEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!"
It was in that moment that Legolas thought it might not be so bad. He was positive there was a mischievous gleam in the once missing hobbit's eyes. If they had done this, then there was hope. There was hope he would not die of boredom. There was hope that many pranks could be pulled on the dwarf. And there was hope that they could save Aragorn from his serious side.
Eventually Arwen and Aragorn were freed from their sticky peril in the hallway, but Aragorn's hand could not be removed from Arwen's head. They were stuck like that, and it was announced that Arwen would be tagging along with the Fellowship as far as Lothlorien in hopes that Galadriel would be able to fix her hair to it's former glory. The twins were grounded for a hundred years (entirely unfair, in Legolas' opinion, compared to his three hundred year grounding) and Feadhel and Curudin were banned from Imladris for five years. No one ever discovered who had placed the trap in the hallway, but Legolas knew for sure. All in all, Legolas decided he was ready to leave. He would just need to stay away from Arwen for awhile...