Haha! Yes, the next chapter. And I had to bring him back... he's from
Sheffield after all... ah, my hometown...Laura, I don't care if
you/Mankychester have Dominic Monaghan, Queer as Folk and Afflecks.... WE
HAVE SEAN BEAN!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And other evil laughing type noises!
Needle Nardle McNoo! Ying tong idl I po!... Sorry, been listening to the
Goon Show... very funny...
Oh, and Laura, thankyou for the description of how Boromir runs… very accurate, I think…
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A short, loud blast from the horn echoed round the forest, and the fellowship all clapped their hands over their ears. Legolas lowered the horn and looked sheepish.
"Sorry." He said, and they all looked back up.
"Little too hard there Legolas?" Aragorn pulled his fingers from his ears, and winced slightly. The elf blushed.
"Well, it works..." There was silence for a few seconds.
"Well? What now?" Sean asked, sticking his hands in his pockets. Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other.
"I... I do not know." Aragorn confessed. "It could be a trick of the Authors, or maybe its just a horn... we'll just have to wait and see."
Finally realizing that there was nothing to do, they decided to carry on their quest, as Dominic seemed to be better. They packed quickly, Pippin and Merry shoving as many Apobbtsob's© in their packs as possible. They set off at noon, hoping for some more hours of daylight to travel, as they had lost enough time as it was. They had been trekking hard for about two hours, when suddenly, a noise was heard. Legolas frowned and ran up ahead.
"There is strange music on the air..." He said, his hair being blown around in a breeze of dramatic suddenness. Frowning, he pulled his hair into a ponytail and fastened it quickly (with Elrond's bobble that he'd stolen from his bedroom... of course, why he was in Elrond's bedroom in the first place has never been explained). The rest of the fellowship listened intently, and heard something very strange indeed.
It seemed to be a mix of many instruments rolled into one, though only Orlando, Elijah, Sean, Billy and Dominic knew what most of them were.
"An orchestra?" Billy looked round, confused. "Why is there an orchestra in Middle Earth?" The other Things shrugged.
"The tune's familiar though... reminds me of something..." Elijah frowned, trying to listen.
"Yeah, its definitely familiar." Orlando agreed. The fellowship, minus the Things, looked at each other confused.
"What is this... Orchestra?" Legolas asked, walking back to the others.
"Its a group of musicians. Playing different instruments." Billy explained, as he played several instruments himself, and considered himself a bit of an expert on the music scene.
"Oh." Legolas looked around. "We should keep going. I fear this is the Authors work." They set off again, but as they continued, the music got louder and louder. Aragorn finally stopped the group, and decided to stay where they were. The idea of walking right to the source of this strange noise was not appealing. They settled down in the heavily wooded area, slumping down against trees. Elijah and Orlando flopped to the ground, leaning against each other. Elijah quickly snuggled against the older man. Billy, Dominic, Sam and Frodo settled underneath a huge tree, keeping close, and quickly started chatting about nothing in particular. Sean and Legolas sat on a log, deep in conversation about orchestras. Aragorn, pacing restlessly, felt the urge to crack walnuts again, and tried desperately to think of something else. Merry and Pippin sat at the edge of the embankment leading down into a valley.
"Does this remind you of something Merry?" Pippin asked, laying back and folding his arms under his head. Merry looked down at his young cousin.
"Yes, it does. A not very nice something."
They tried to get some sleep. Tried being the operative word. The music got louder as time went on, and Aragorn was getting a little irate.
"That's it!" He finally exploded. After about 3 hours of watching Legolas flirt with Sean, that damned music giving him a headache, and images of Legolas blowing the horn flitting through his mind in various ways, he had had enough. "Im going to see what it is. Anyone coming?" Legolas stood, as did Merry and Pippin.
"We'll come." The hobbits hurried after Aragorn and Legolas. Sean wandered over to the others.
Aragorn strode ahead, Legolas keeping up with him easily. Merry and Pippin struggled a bit, but were falling behind. Eventually, Pippin stopped, and leant against a tree, panting heavily. Merry stopped, and stumbled back to him
"Come on Pip." He shouted over the now almost unbearably loud music.
"I... I cant." Pippin yelled back, gasping for breath. Merry helped him to stand.
"Come on." Merry led him back towards the others, figuring that Legolas and Aragorn could handle themselves... and each other. However, they were suddenly stopped as a figure bounded out of the trees, in what can only be described as a 'I'm-so-fantastic-I'm-so-sexy-I'm-Sheffieldish' run. The hobbits mouths dropped open as the figure stopped, wielding a rather large sword. Merry was the first to speak...
"B... Boromir?"
"Aragorn!" Legolas shouted as loud as he could to the ranger, but he couldn't hear him over the music. "Aragorn, the hobbits!" Frowning, he ran up and grabbed the ranger's arm. Aragorn whirled round angrily. Legolas stepped back, a little shocked. "The hobbits!" Legolas tried again, hoping that Aragorn could lip read. But, by the way Aragorn was looking at his lips, he wasn't interested in what the elf was saying. "We have to go back..." Legolas shouted, as loud as he could, but Aragorn stepped forward and grabbed the elf's arms roughly. "Arago..." Legolas was cut off as the ranger kissed him hard on the lips, pushing him backwards till his back hit a tree. Legolas half-heartedly tried to push the ranger off him, but Aragorn had other ideas, and tried to undo his shirt, unclip Legolas' bow and quiver, hold the elf still against the tree and ignore the music pounding round the clearing all at the same time.
The music stopped.
The Things looked around, surprised.
"Oh, that's much better." Billy said, pulling his fingers from his ears. Sean opened his mouth to say something, but something caught his eye and he stared in shock at the three figures wandering back through the tree.
"Boromir?"
Legolas and Aragorn froze, still mid-kiss. Legolas realised he was half wearing his shirt, Aragorn seemed to have become tangled in the elf's bowstring, and they were lying on the floor in a heap.
"Er..." The ranger said, trying to get up and failing miserably. Legolas reached up and helped the ranger to get the bow off him. They stood up, brushing themselves off and straightening their clothes in an uncomfortable silence.
"Um..." Legolas started, as Aragorn started walking away.
"We'd better get back." Aragorn said, not looking round. Legolas merely nodded, still blushing a little, and followed the ranger back to the camp.
"Oof." Legolas, who hadn't been watching where he was going, ran straight into Aragorn's back. He shook his head, a little dazed, then stepped round the ranger, who was stood frozen to the spot. "Aragorn? What's wro..." He stopped, his eyes widening in shock as he spotted someone he thought he would never see again, sat in-between Merry and Pippin and eating an Apobbtsob©.
"Boromir?"
Oh, and Laura, thankyou for the description of how Boromir runs… very accurate, I think…
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A short, loud blast from the horn echoed round the forest, and the fellowship all clapped their hands over their ears. Legolas lowered the horn and looked sheepish.
"Sorry." He said, and they all looked back up.
"Little too hard there Legolas?" Aragorn pulled his fingers from his ears, and winced slightly. The elf blushed.
"Well, it works..." There was silence for a few seconds.
"Well? What now?" Sean asked, sticking his hands in his pockets. Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other.
"I... I do not know." Aragorn confessed. "It could be a trick of the Authors, or maybe its just a horn... we'll just have to wait and see."
Finally realizing that there was nothing to do, they decided to carry on their quest, as Dominic seemed to be better. They packed quickly, Pippin and Merry shoving as many Apobbtsob's© in their packs as possible. They set off at noon, hoping for some more hours of daylight to travel, as they had lost enough time as it was. They had been trekking hard for about two hours, when suddenly, a noise was heard. Legolas frowned and ran up ahead.
"There is strange music on the air..." He said, his hair being blown around in a breeze of dramatic suddenness. Frowning, he pulled his hair into a ponytail and fastened it quickly (with Elrond's bobble that he'd stolen from his bedroom... of course, why he was in Elrond's bedroom in the first place has never been explained). The rest of the fellowship listened intently, and heard something very strange indeed.
It seemed to be a mix of many instruments rolled into one, though only Orlando, Elijah, Sean, Billy and Dominic knew what most of them were.
"An orchestra?" Billy looked round, confused. "Why is there an orchestra in Middle Earth?" The other Things shrugged.
"The tune's familiar though... reminds me of something..." Elijah frowned, trying to listen.
"Yeah, its definitely familiar." Orlando agreed. The fellowship, minus the Things, looked at each other confused.
"What is this... Orchestra?" Legolas asked, walking back to the others.
"Its a group of musicians. Playing different instruments." Billy explained, as he played several instruments himself, and considered himself a bit of an expert on the music scene.
"Oh." Legolas looked around. "We should keep going. I fear this is the Authors work." They set off again, but as they continued, the music got louder and louder. Aragorn finally stopped the group, and decided to stay where they were. The idea of walking right to the source of this strange noise was not appealing. They settled down in the heavily wooded area, slumping down against trees. Elijah and Orlando flopped to the ground, leaning against each other. Elijah quickly snuggled against the older man. Billy, Dominic, Sam and Frodo settled underneath a huge tree, keeping close, and quickly started chatting about nothing in particular. Sean and Legolas sat on a log, deep in conversation about orchestras. Aragorn, pacing restlessly, felt the urge to crack walnuts again, and tried desperately to think of something else. Merry and Pippin sat at the edge of the embankment leading down into a valley.
"Does this remind you of something Merry?" Pippin asked, laying back and folding his arms under his head. Merry looked down at his young cousin.
"Yes, it does. A not very nice something."
They tried to get some sleep. Tried being the operative word. The music got louder as time went on, and Aragorn was getting a little irate.
"That's it!" He finally exploded. After about 3 hours of watching Legolas flirt with Sean, that damned music giving him a headache, and images of Legolas blowing the horn flitting through his mind in various ways, he had had enough. "Im going to see what it is. Anyone coming?" Legolas stood, as did Merry and Pippin.
"We'll come." The hobbits hurried after Aragorn and Legolas. Sean wandered over to the others.
Aragorn strode ahead, Legolas keeping up with him easily. Merry and Pippin struggled a bit, but were falling behind. Eventually, Pippin stopped, and leant against a tree, panting heavily. Merry stopped, and stumbled back to him
"Come on Pip." He shouted over the now almost unbearably loud music.
"I... I cant." Pippin yelled back, gasping for breath. Merry helped him to stand.
"Come on." Merry led him back towards the others, figuring that Legolas and Aragorn could handle themselves... and each other. However, they were suddenly stopped as a figure bounded out of the trees, in what can only be described as a 'I'm-so-fantastic-I'm-so-sexy-I'm-Sheffieldish' run. The hobbits mouths dropped open as the figure stopped, wielding a rather large sword. Merry was the first to speak...
"B... Boromir?"
"Aragorn!" Legolas shouted as loud as he could to the ranger, but he couldn't hear him over the music. "Aragorn, the hobbits!" Frowning, he ran up and grabbed the ranger's arm. Aragorn whirled round angrily. Legolas stepped back, a little shocked. "The hobbits!" Legolas tried again, hoping that Aragorn could lip read. But, by the way Aragorn was looking at his lips, he wasn't interested in what the elf was saying. "We have to go back..." Legolas shouted, as loud as he could, but Aragorn stepped forward and grabbed the elf's arms roughly. "Arago..." Legolas was cut off as the ranger kissed him hard on the lips, pushing him backwards till his back hit a tree. Legolas half-heartedly tried to push the ranger off him, but Aragorn had other ideas, and tried to undo his shirt, unclip Legolas' bow and quiver, hold the elf still against the tree and ignore the music pounding round the clearing all at the same time.
The music stopped.
The Things looked around, surprised.
"Oh, that's much better." Billy said, pulling his fingers from his ears. Sean opened his mouth to say something, but something caught his eye and he stared in shock at the three figures wandering back through the tree.
"Boromir?"
Legolas and Aragorn froze, still mid-kiss. Legolas realised he was half wearing his shirt, Aragorn seemed to have become tangled in the elf's bowstring, and they were lying on the floor in a heap.
"Er..." The ranger said, trying to get up and failing miserably. Legolas reached up and helped the ranger to get the bow off him. They stood up, brushing themselves off and straightening their clothes in an uncomfortable silence.
"Um..." Legolas started, as Aragorn started walking away.
"We'd better get back." Aragorn said, not looking round. Legolas merely nodded, still blushing a little, and followed the ranger back to the camp.
"Oof." Legolas, who hadn't been watching where he was going, ran straight into Aragorn's back. He shook his head, a little dazed, then stepped round the ranger, who was stood frozen to the spot. "Aragorn? What's wro..." He stopped, his eyes widening in shock as he spotted someone he thought he would never see again, sat in-between Merry and Pippin and eating an Apobbtsob©.
"Boromir?"