I came up with this wacky idea a while ago, and I decided to curse ff.net
with it's revelation.
It's actually kind a stupid, but I like it, so yeah.
I really hope someone likes this, cause I really did work kinda hard on this, so please be nice and read it.
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When Aragorn woke, he immediately knew something was wrong. He looked around, but the rest of the camp was asleep. Even Legolas, not even really sleeping, but wandering in his memories, seemed unperturbed. He was about to settle back down when he realized that his feet were cold. He went to check his boots, thinking they had a hole in them, when he realized that he did not have his boots on. He was barefoot.
He went over to Legolas, who immediately turned to Aragorn as he approached, his eyes refocusing on his friend.
"What is it, Aragorn?" asked Legolas, seeing his friends troubled look.
"Have you done something with my boots?" the Ranger asked.
"I have done nothing with your boots." said Legolas. Aragorn looked down, and saw that Legolas's light shoes were missing.
"Where are your shoes?" Aragorn asked, frowning.
"Why do you ask? They are right here on... my..." Legolas faltered as he looked down and realized he was also barefoot "What is this madness? I did not take off my shoes last night!"
"Nor did I, Legolas. This is strange." Aragorn said.
Legolas looked to the others. "Look, Aragorn," he said, puzzlement on his face. "No one has their shoes!"
Aragorn sat down heavily. "Except the hobbits, who had none to begin with. We must wake the others, and tell them of our situation."
Eventually everyone was woken, and they sat down to discuss their situation. Gimli was the first to speak.
"Elf, what have you done with my shoes?! This is some plot of yours to get me to quit the Fellowship. You hope that I will run my feet bloody so I will have to fall back!" He cried, pointing at the elf accusingly.
"You fool! Do you think my feet will not bleed as yours will? It will not take as long, for I have worn shoes all of my life, even if they may have been thin as paper. Without my shoes, I will bleed, just as you will." He looked away. "Especially if there are rocks." He said petulantly.
"Do not think yourself the worst of us, Gimli!" said Gandalf. "I am suffering from joint pains in my feet in this cold weather, and I am not in the mood for your petty arguing!" He proceeded to smoke his pipe, arms folded crossly over his chest. As he sat, Sam began to stare at Gandalf feet with a look of morbid curiosity.
"Gandalf... your feet look really weird." Sam said, turning his head to the side.
"Yeah..." Frodo said, staring too. "They've got skin in-between the toes, like a duck."
"Hah!" Gimli said, smiling maliciously. "You're a duckman, Gandalf!"
"I am not!" Gandalf said, eyes blazing.
"Duckman!" Gimli yelled. "Quack quack, Mr. Duckman."
"GIMLI!" Gandalf yelled, standing up so that he towered over the small dwarf. Gimli cringed involuntarily. "SHUT UP!" Gandalf sat back down, crossing his arms again and staring at everyone threateningly.
The hobbit stayed very quiet, for they knew that they had never needed shoes, and that the others secretly hated them for it.
"The hobbits!" said Boromir, pointing at the accused party with a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Why do we not suspect them? They have no need for shoes, why should they be bothered by missing boots and shoes!"
"Boromir calm yourself..."Aragorn started, but Boromir continued to rave. Soon Gimli joined in, and quickly the entire camp, excepting the hobbits, was in an uproar. Legolas and Gimli were actually fighting, with Legolas holding Gimli in a headlock, and Gimli pulling Legolas's hair in response. Then from the hobbits came a sound that made everyone stop and stare at them in disbelief. It had been a small very amused giggle, just audible over the arguing.
"And just what is so funny?" Aragorn asked, his good temper growing thin.
"Nothing." Said Pippin.
"This is a crisis, most certainly it is." Sam said. The other hobbits nodded. Then the giggle came again, and everyone could tell where it had come from. The sound had came from Frodo. Everyone not a hobbit stared at him furiously.
"What?" Frodo said. "It wasn't me."
"Oh really?" Asked Gimli. He walked over to where Frodo had been sleeping, and overturned Frodo's backpack, which the hobbit had been using as a pillow. Boots and shoes tumbled out.
"I didn't put those there!" Frodo said, baffled.
"I would have expected these antics of young Peregrin, but not you, Frodo." Gandalf said gravely as he put his boots back on. "I am very disappointed."
"But..." Frodo said, then sighed as the others ignored him and packed up the camp.
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So. What do you think? Good, bad, funny?
Tell please. Which means in layman's terms means.
Review!
It's actually kind a stupid, but I like it, so yeah.
I really hope someone likes this, cause I really did work kinda hard on this, so please be nice and read it.
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When Aragorn woke, he immediately knew something was wrong. He looked around, but the rest of the camp was asleep. Even Legolas, not even really sleeping, but wandering in his memories, seemed unperturbed. He was about to settle back down when he realized that his feet were cold. He went to check his boots, thinking they had a hole in them, when he realized that he did not have his boots on. He was barefoot.
He went over to Legolas, who immediately turned to Aragorn as he approached, his eyes refocusing on his friend.
"What is it, Aragorn?" asked Legolas, seeing his friends troubled look.
"Have you done something with my boots?" the Ranger asked.
"I have done nothing with your boots." said Legolas. Aragorn looked down, and saw that Legolas's light shoes were missing.
"Where are your shoes?" Aragorn asked, frowning.
"Why do you ask? They are right here on... my..." Legolas faltered as he looked down and realized he was also barefoot "What is this madness? I did not take off my shoes last night!"
"Nor did I, Legolas. This is strange." Aragorn said.
Legolas looked to the others. "Look, Aragorn," he said, puzzlement on his face. "No one has their shoes!"
Aragorn sat down heavily. "Except the hobbits, who had none to begin with. We must wake the others, and tell them of our situation."
Eventually everyone was woken, and they sat down to discuss their situation. Gimli was the first to speak.
"Elf, what have you done with my shoes?! This is some plot of yours to get me to quit the Fellowship. You hope that I will run my feet bloody so I will have to fall back!" He cried, pointing at the elf accusingly.
"You fool! Do you think my feet will not bleed as yours will? It will not take as long, for I have worn shoes all of my life, even if they may have been thin as paper. Without my shoes, I will bleed, just as you will." He looked away. "Especially if there are rocks." He said petulantly.
"Do not think yourself the worst of us, Gimli!" said Gandalf. "I am suffering from joint pains in my feet in this cold weather, and I am not in the mood for your petty arguing!" He proceeded to smoke his pipe, arms folded crossly over his chest. As he sat, Sam began to stare at Gandalf feet with a look of morbid curiosity.
"Gandalf... your feet look really weird." Sam said, turning his head to the side.
"Yeah..." Frodo said, staring too. "They've got skin in-between the toes, like a duck."
"Hah!" Gimli said, smiling maliciously. "You're a duckman, Gandalf!"
"I am not!" Gandalf said, eyes blazing.
"Duckman!" Gimli yelled. "Quack quack, Mr. Duckman."
"GIMLI!" Gandalf yelled, standing up so that he towered over the small dwarf. Gimli cringed involuntarily. "SHUT UP!" Gandalf sat back down, crossing his arms again and staring at everyone threateningly.
The hobbit stayed very quiet, for they knew that they had never needed shoes, and that the others secretly hated them for it.
"The hobbits!" said Boromir, pointing at the accused party with a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Why do we not suspect them? They have no need for shoes, why should they be bothered by missing boots and shoes!"
"Boromir calm yourself..."Aragorn started, but Boromir continued to rave. Soon Gimli joined in, and quickly the entire camp, excepting the hobbits, was in an uproar. Legolas and Gimli were actually fighting, with Legolas holding Gimli in a headlock, and Gimli pulling Legolas's hair in response. Then from the hobbits came a sound that made everyone stop and stare at them in disbelief. It had been a small very amused giggle, just audible over the arguing.
"And just what is so funny?" Aragorn asked, his good temper growing thin.
"Nothing." Said Pippin.
"This is a crisis, most certainly it is." Sam said. The other hobbits nodded. Then the giggle came again, and everyone could tell where it had come from. The sound had came from Frodo. Everyone not a hobbit stared at him furiously.
"What?" Frodo said. "It wasn't me."
"Oh really?" Asked Gimli. He walked over to where Frodo had been sleeping, and overturned Frodo's backpack, which the hobbit had been using as a pillow. Boots and shoes tumbled out.
"I didn't put those there!" Frodo said, baffled.
"I would have expected these antics of young Peregrin, but not you, Frodo." Gandalf said gravely as he put his boots back on. "I am very disappointed."
"But..." Frodo said, then sighed as the others ignored him and packed up the camp.
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So. What do you think? Good, bad, funny?
Tell please. Which means in layman's terms means.
Review!