Some people… Honestly, I give her slashy moments and what does she do?
Demand more!!! But… okay, I need Elrond stories, so I gave in… I'm weak,
dammit! She tempted me with Elrond! I couldn't resist!
So Laura, this is for you…
Oh, and my disclaimer-nickname is TisI (pronounced Tis I) so…. This'll make a little more sense… not a lot, but….
Oh just read it…
Sorry it's so short…
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Sam and Orlando jerked away from each other, eyes wide and breathing heavy. Realizing that something was happening, they stood quickly and looked around. Aragorn and Legolas stood and moved forward, in front of the hobbits and Things protectively. Aragorn drew his sword, and ignoring Legolas' badly stifled giggle, moved forward.
"Begone, we can see through your disguise Flungin!" Merry, Pippin and Sean ran through the trees, alerted by Frodo's familiar yelp, and skidded to a halt as they caught sight of the figure before them.
It looked like Flungin, only smaller, and slouched. The previously long purple hair was cut shorter and a more normal brown. The dress had turned into huge black baggy jeans and a fitted t-shirt with 'I dress this way because it bothers you' written on it. Over that, hanging open, was a shapeless black jacket with a hood, on the back of which was large white writing 'Manic Street Preachers'. The girl looked around shocked.
"Ah!" She suddenly shrieked. The fellowship jumped. "Where am I? Why aren't I at home?" She caught sight of the fellowship, and gaped at them for a second. "Who are..." The girl's mouth fell open even. "Holy Hand of Gondor." She suddenly exclaimed, running forward, managing not to trip over the excessively baggy jeans. She stopped suddenly, her brown eyes wide in shock. "Stridy!" she yelped, her hands clenching at her sides, as if she was restrained herself from leaping forward. "Leggy! Samwise, Frodo, Pippin... Merry!" She shrieked at this and leapt forward, only stopping when Aragorn pointed his sword directly at her throat. She stopped and looked at the long pointy weapon nonplussed. "Honestly." She sighed and looked up. "TisI, I know its you. Stop with the baaaaaad double entendres, k? You're embarrassing me." The sky turned a little pink. Shaking her head, the girl turned back to Aragorn, who was watching her incredulously. "I can't believe I'm related to her sometimes."
"Back you devil!" Sam suddenly cried, leaping forward, wielding the Frying Pan of Death. The girl's eyes lit up.
"Oh, you are so *cute*!" She reached forward, and Sam batted her hand away with the Frying Pan.
"Begone Flungin, you are not welcome here." Legolas stepped forward, but the girl merely eyed his outfit doubtfully.
"Why the skirt, Legless?" She asked, shaking her head. "And why the tights? I bet it's not easy to get them off in a hurry..." Legolas blushed and suddenly got angry.
"And what would you know? You could house an entire family of dwarves in those... things." The girl frowned.
"Well, ya pointy-eared bowtwanger, at least I don't have to pray to the God of Unruly Pants to get dressed every day." Legolas growled, and his hands clenched into fists.
"Aragorn." He said, through gritted teeth. "We should go. This... demon could be sent to delay us."
"Hey, who ya calling a demon you..." The girl didn't finish her sentence however, as she suddenly noticed the two Things hidden in the shade of a tree. Her mouth fell open.
"Billy Boyd?!" She shrieked, then covered her mouth with her hand. Then, noticing the second figure, dropped her hand and managed to gasp out, "Dominic Monaghan?!" She suddenly fell to her knees. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou..."She took a deep breath. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou... I'm in heaven!" She stood up and raced towards Dominic, suddenly stopped and looked thoughtful, then looked up. "You know..." She started, then grinned slightly. "If we somehow end up kissing, I *might* possibly be hit with inspiration for Elrond stories..." Dominic suddenly looked a little scared. There was silence for a moment, then a sudden dramatic wind rustled through the tree branches, sounding suspiciously like a sigh. The girl shrieked again and leapt into Dominic's arms, who suddenly found himself very attracted to the girl draped over him.
"Flungin!" Aragorn had gotten very fed up with being ignored.
"Will you stop saying that?!" The girl snapped. "Yes, I was flung in, there's no need to keep stating the obvious..."
"No, I meant, Flungin, that's your name... isn't it?" Aragorn looked confused, and the girl frowned.
"No... I'm Laura." The fellowship looked at each other, confused.
"What is this new devilry?" Legolas muttered, leaning against a rock for support.
"Hey, stop stealing Boromir's lines. My friend fancies him." Laura protested, snuggling into Dominic a little more. Dominic looked down at Laura, and smiled, then leant down and kissed her. Slowly.
The rest of the fellowship stared in shock. Billy was the first to turn away, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Quickly! We must save him!" Legolas cried, and his voice startled the rest of the fellowship into action. Aragorn and Billy raced to the kissing couple, and managed to wrestle the girl of the bemused Thing, then grabbed him and ran, dragging him between them.
"No!" Dominic struggled against his friends. "Laura! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu…" his voice trailed off as he was dragged in between the trees. Laura looked round as the others disappeared amongst the foliage.
"Darn."
So Laura, this is for you…
Oh, and my disclaimer-nickname is TisI (pronounced Tis I) so…. This'll make a little more sense… not a lot, but….
Oh just read it…
Sorry it's so short…
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Sam and Orlando jerked away from each other, eyes wide and breathing heavy. Realizing that something was happening, they stood quickly and looked around. Aragorn and Legolas stood and moved forward, in front of the hobbits and Things protectively. Aragorn drew his sword, and ignoring Legolas' badly stifled giggle, moved forward.
"Begone, we can see through your disguise Flungin!" Merry, Pippin and Sean ran through the trees, alerted by Frodo's familiar yelp, and skidded to a halt as they caught sight of the figure before them.
It looked like Flungin, only smaller, and slouched. The previously long purple hair was cut shorter and a more normal brown. The dress had turned into huge black baggy jeans and a fitted t-shirt with 'I dress this way because it bothers you' written on it. Over that, hanging open, was a shapeless black jacket with a hood, on the back of which was large white writing 'Manic Street Preachers'. The girl looked around shocked.
"Ah!" She suddenly shrieked. The fellowship jumped. "Where am I? Why aren't I at home?" She caught sight of the fellowship, and gaped at them for a second. "Who are..." The girl's mouth fell open even. "Holy Hand of Gondor." She suddenly exclaimed, running forward, managing not to trip over the excessively baggy jeans. She stopped suddenly, her brown eyes wide in shock. "Stridy!" she yelped, her hands clenching at her sides, as if she was restrained herself from leaping forward. "Leggy! Samwise, Frodo, Pippin... Merry!" She shrieked at this and leapt forward, only stopping when Aragorn pointed his sword directly at her throat. She stopped and looked at the long pointy weapon nonplussed. "Honestly." She sighed and looked up. "TisI, I know its you. Stop with the baaaaaad double entendres, k? You're embarrassing me." The sky turned a little pink. Shaking her head, the girl turned back to Aragorn, who was watching her incredulously. "I can't believe I'm related to her sometimes."
"Back you devil!" Sam suddenly cried, leaping forward, wielding the Frying Pan of Death. The girl's eyes lit up.
"Oh, you are so *cute*!" She reached forward, and Sam batted her hand away with the Frying Pan.
"Begone Flungin, you are not welcome here." Legolas stepped forward, but the girl merely eyed his outfit doubtfully.
"Why the skirt, Legless?" She asked, shaking her head. "And why the tights? I bet it's not easy to get them off in a hurry..." Legolas blushed and suddenly got angry.
"And what would you know? You could house an entire family of dwarves in those... things." The girl frowned.
"Well, ya pointy-eared bowtwanger, at least I don't have to pray to the God of Unruly Pants to get dressed every day." Legolas growled, and his hands clenched into fists.
"Aragorn." He said, through gritted teeth. "We should go. This... demon could be sent to delay us."
"Hey, who ya calling a demon you..." The girl didn't finish her sentence however, as she suddenly noticed the two Things hidden in the shade of a tree. Her mouth fell open.
"Billy Boyd?!" She shrieked, then covered her mouth with her hand. Then, noticing the second figure, dropped her hand and managed to gasp out, "Dominic Monaghan?!" She suddenly fell to her knees. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou..."She took a deep breath. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou... I'm in heaven!" She stood up and raced towards Dominic, suddenly stopped and looked thoughtful, then looked up. "You know..." She started, then grinned slightly. "If we somehow end up kissing, I *might* possibly be hit with inspiration for Elrond stories..." Dominic suddenly looked a little scared. There was silence for a moment, then a sudden dramatic wind rustled through the tree branches, sounding suspiciously like a sigh. The girl shrieked again and leapt into Dominic's arms, who suddenly found himself very attracted to the girl draped over him.
"Flungin!" Aragorn had gotten very fed up with being ignored.
"Will you stop saying that?!" The girl snapped. "Yes, I was flung in, there's no need to keep stating the obvious..."
"No, I meant, Flungin, that's your name... isn't it?" Aragorn looked confused, and the girl frowned.
"No... I'm Laura." The fellowship looked at each other, confused.
"What is this new devilry?" Legolas muttered, leaning against a rock for support.
"Hey, stop stealing Boromir's lines. My friend fancies him." Laura protested, snuggling into Dominic a little more. Dominic looked down at Laura, and smiled, then leant down and kissed her. Slowly.
The rest of the fellowship stared in shock. Billy was the first to turn away, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Quickly! We must save him!" Legolas cried, and his voice startled the rest of the fellowship into action. Aragorn and Billy raced to the kissing couple, and managed to wrestle the girl of the bemused Thing, then grabbed him and ran, dragging him between them.
"No!" Dominic struggled against his friends. "Laura! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu…" his voice trailed off as he was dragged in between the trees. Laura looked round as the others disappeared amongst the foliage.
"Darn."