I know, i know. its been so long since i actually wrote any of this story,
ill be surprised if anyone even remembers it!
anyhoo, to those who do remember it.... enjoy. its taken me long enough to write this damn chapter! and more is coming!
Hey... i saw The Two Towers on Wednesday.... TWICE! Aaaaaah, it was so unbelievably incredible! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! but then... i couldnt tell any of my friends cos they hadnt seen it! it was torture!
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Aragorn was fast asleep when the alarm bells sounded.
"Aaaargh!" He sat bolt upright in bed, whacked his head against the bottom of the bunk above him, yelped and ended up flinging himself to the floor on the other side of the cabin.
"Mornin'." Said Boromir, from the top bunk.
"Ugh." Aragorn stood up shakily, gingerly rubbing his forehead. The alarm bells sounded again. "What's happening?" Boromir shrugged.
"Ah dunno." Groaning, Aragorn pulled on the complementary bathrobe and wandered out of the cabin. And ran into Glorfindel.
"What's happening?" Aragorn looked round confused. The cute blond elf with messy hair seemed panicky.
"Um. .. something. Bad. Very bad. Must go." He hurried off, but not before Aragorn noticed that the dressing gown he was wearing had Elrond's name neatly sewn on the left breast pocket. Deciding to get this sorted out, he walked quickly. .. sorry, strode towards Elrond's quarters. Aragorn soon reached the Elrond's quarters. Elrond opened the door a fraction and peeked out.
"Oh. Aragorn. .. hello."
"Elrond, what is going on?" Aragorn put his hands on his hips and glared. Elrond opened the door with a sigh (how'd he do that then?).
"I don't know. Something bad, according to Glorfindel." Aragorn opened his mouth to reply, when he suddenly realised what the elf-lord was wearing.
"Elrond?"
"Hm?"
"Pyjama's?"
"Yes."
"Why have they got little blue Balrogs on them?" Elrond looked down and shrugged.
"They were a present." They looked at each other, until Aragorn broke the tense silence.
"So. .. Something bad's happened?" The alarm bells and again, and Elrond winced, covering his ears.
"That sound!" Glorfindel ran past, arms flailing. "That's a bad sound!" Elrond and Aragorn looked at each other, and sighed.
"Come on, we'd better go see what's happening."
When they reached the deck, they were almost bowled over by teenage girl, who tripped over her excessively baggy jeans and landed in Aragorn's arms. Leaping back to her feet, she grabbed the ranger's shoulders and shook him violently.
"Please, for the love of God, somebody look at my vein?!" So saying, she shuffled with an alarming rate of speed towards the nearest hobbit. Elrond shuddered.
"Why is that girl always around?" Aragorn shrugged, and then was almost bowled over again by Boromir leaping into his arms.
"Aragorn, help me!" Aragorn staggered under the other mans weight, and eventually just dropping him in a heap on the floor.
"Boromir, what's happening?" Boromir waved frantically in the vague direction of the bow of the ship.
"We're heading straight for the waterfall!" Boromir clung to Aragorn's legs. Elrond shook his head in disgust and walked away. "Save me Strider. .. I don't wanna go down the waterfall again. .."
"It's okay Boromir, it's okay. .. We won't sing this time."
Orlando grabbed Elijah's hand and dragged him towards the lifeboats. Or where the lifeboats should be.
"There's no lifeboats!" Elijah shrieked, grabbing onto Orlando's arm. "What'll we do?" Orlando swallowed.
"Um. .. panic?"
Sam dragged the now hysterical Frodo towards the back of this ship.
"Come on Mr Frodo." He tightened his grip on Frodo's collar and tugged harder. "Not far now."
"No! Sam you can't swim!"
"Don't you worry Mr Frodo. You float. I'll just hang onto you." He stopped and thought about it, as Frodo struggled and writhed, trying to twist out of Sam's grasp. "Now then. .. I wonder where they put them boats we came in."
Dominic was rudely awoken by Billy kicking him in the stomach as he tried to get out of the bed.
"Billy?"
"Yes Dom?"
"Ow." He sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and watching Billy hurriedly get dressed. "Billy your shirts on the wrong way round."
"Oh."
"Billy, why are you getting dressed when you could be naked in here with me?" Billy looked at him.
"Well, it would certainly be an interesting way to die."
"Die?!" Dominic leapt out of bed, and hurried over to Billy, who was enjoying the view immensely. "What do you mean die? I don't wanna die! I'm too young and attrac. .." He shut his mouth abruptly.
"And attrac?"
"I was gonna say attractive but the Author stopped me. Damn it." Dominic suddenly found himself flung across the room and hit the door, landing in a heap in the doorway. "Ow." Billy managed to stop himself laughing just in time.
"The cruise-liners heading towards the waterfall, Glorfindel came to tell us. .. come to think of it, he was wearing Elrond's bathrobe." Billy shrugged and handed Dominic his underwear (I'm not being specific, but they're red and frilly). "We'd better think of a way to get off this ship. Quickly." Dominic frowned gently as he pulled his clothes on.
"You seem awfully calm about this Billy." Billy stopped picking at the peeling paint on the door and thought about it.
"Yeah, I do, don't I? Hm." Dominic looked at him in confusion as he finished dressing and followed him out of the cabin and up to the deck.
Sean was hurriedly trying to calm everyone down on deck, which was difficult with Merry and Pippin running around screaming
"We're going to die! We're all going to die!" Hotly pursued by a strange shuffling girl in baggy black jeans.
"I'm too young!" Pippins screamed as he hurtled past Sean, who was trying to stop a Random Sailor Elf from leaping over the side.
"I'm. .." Merry started, just as the teenage girl caught up with him, and managed to tackle him to the floor.
"Oh Merry! I. .." She was cut off as Pippin attempted to knock her out with a blow to the back of the neck. Unfortunately, she grabbed Pippin and hugged the two writhing hobbits close to her. "Oh, heaven!" And she shuffled off to the other side of the ship. Boromir was still clinging desperately to Aragorn's leg, as Aragorn tried to soothe him, figure out a way to get out of this alive, and look regal, heroic and majestic all at the same. Legolas, dressed in his new sailor outfit that he'd happened to have brought along, seemed to be the only one doing anything actually constructive, as he set about instructing the elves to make little life rafts.
It was into this chaos that Dominic and Billy arrived. They looked about for a second, before deciding to head over to a quiet spot. They hurried over to a seemingly empty space at the side of the ship, and leaned against the railings.
"Well. .." Billy started, running his hand through his hair.
"We're screwed. We're so screwed." Dominic sighed. They were silent for a while, as Dominic decided to raise and lower his eyebrows to make up for the lack of eyebrow raising in the last few chapters.
"Well, we could. .. Y'know. .." Dominic raised his eyebrows.
"What?"
"Well. .. Seeing as this is our last few minutes alive... well..." Dominic thought about it, raising his eyebrows and lowering them a few times in quick succession.
"Yeah, I guess we could. .."
"Oh, please do!" Billy and Dominic whirled round to see Viggo sitting on the railing a little further down, holding a violin. Dominic raised his eyebrows.
"Viggo?" Billy looked confused. "What are you doing? What's with the violin?" Viggo looked down at the instrument and shrugged.
"Dunno. The rest of the orchestra ran off with the lifeboats at the first alarm bell."
Sam gently patted Frodo on the head. Frodo merely tightened his grip on Sam's knees and whimpered.
"Well then Mr Frodo." Sam looked at the ropes in his hand, a little confused. They were sat in the boat. Unfortunately they boat was hoisted up the side of the cruise liner. Sam got the impression that these ropes would get them down. However...
"Which one Mr Frodo?" Frodo made a noise sounding suspiciously like 'heeeeee...' "Okay." Sam pulled one of the ropes hard.
Boromir peeped over the edge of the ship and whimpered.
"Aragorn. .. Aragorn, we're gettin' closer. ..
"Its okay Boromir. .." Aragorn soothed him, trying to disentangle Boromir from his legs.
"But. .. We're all going to die!" At that point, an almighty splash was heard from the other side of the ship, after which a quiet voice was heard 'see Mr Frodo, that was the right one'. Aragorn looked around. Legolas was helping the elves lower the rafts from the side of the ship.
"Come on Boromir, we can go on one of those rafts." He managed to walk over to Legolas, pulling Boromir the entire way. "Legolas. .. Think we can fit Boromir onto one of these rafts." Legolas looked doubtfully down at Boromir, who looked back up and stuck his tongue out.
"Well. .. You can try."
Sam rowed as fast as he could to get away from the ship, keeping his eyes closed the entire time. Frodo looked wistfully from the back of the small boat at the ship, as it got dangerously close to the edge of the waterfall.
"Sam..."
"Yes Mr Frodo?"
"Look, the ships tipping up."
"I can't look right now Mr Frodo."
"But its incredible Sam. I mean, all those people just sliding down the ship... Aaah!"
"Mr Frodo?"
"Its broken in half! And now the other half is going down the waterfall! This is incredible!"
"I'm sure it is Mr Frodo."
"I mean it Sam! I mean, if somebody decided to write this as a novel, it would take at least... 2 A4 pages with a size 10 font! Imagine how long that would take to write!' Sam opened one eye to look suspiciously at Frodo, and unfortunately witnessed the cruise liner plummeting down the waterfall.
"Well that's an eye op..." Frodo's timely leg spasm quickly shut Sam up, as well as knocking him out for the next several hours...
anyhoo, to those who do remember it.... enjoy. its taken me long enough to write this damn chapter! and more is coming!
Hey... i saw The Two Towers on Wednesday.... TWICE! Aaaaaah, it was so unbelievably incredible! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! but then... i couldnt tell any of my friends cos they hadnt seen it! it was torture!
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Aragorn was fast asleep when the alarm bells sounded.
"Aaaargh!" He sat bolt upright in bed, whacked his head against the bottom of the bunk above him, yelped and ended up flinging himself to the floor on the other side of the cabin.
"Mornin'." Said Boromir, from the top bunk.
"Ugh." Aragorn stood up shakily, gingerly rubbing his forehead. The alarm bells sounded again. "What's happening?" Boromir shrugged.
"Ah dunno." Groaning, Aragorn pulled on the complementary bathrobe and wandered out of the cabin. And ran into Glorfindel.
"What's happening?" Aragorn looked round confused. The cute blond elf with messy hair seemed panicky.
"Um. .. something. Bad. Very bad. Must go." He hurried off, but not before Aragorn noticed that the dressing gown he was wearing had Elrond's name neatly sewn on the left breast pocket. Deciding to get this sorted out, he walked quickly. .. sorry, strode towards Elrond's quarters. Aragorn soon reached the Elrond's quarters. Elrond opened the door a fraction and peeked out.
"Oh. Aragorn. .. hello."
"Elrond, what is going on?" Aragorn put his hands on his hips and glared. Elrond opened the door with a sigh (how'd he do that then?).
"I don't know. Something bad, according to Glorfindel." Aragorn opened his mouth to reply, when he suddenly realised what the elf-lord was wearing.
"Elrond?"
"Hm?"
"Pyjama's?"
"Yes."
"Why have they got little blue Balrogs on them?" Elrond looked down and shrugged.
"They were a present." They looked at each other, until Aragorn broke the tense silence.
"So. .. Something bad's happened?" The alarm bells and again, and Elrond winced, covering his ears.
"That sound!" Glorfindel ran past, arms flailing. "That's a bad sound!" Elrond and Aragorn looked at each other, and sighed.
"Come on, we'd better go see what's happening."
When they reached the deck, they were almost bowled over by teenage girl, who tripped over her excessively baggy jeans and landed in Aragorn's arms. Leaping back to her feet, she grabbed the ranger's shoulders and shook him violently.
"Please, for the love of God, somebody look at my vein?!" So saying, she shuffled with an alarming rate of speed towards the nearest hobbit. Elrond shuddered.
"Why is that girl always around?" Aragorn shrugged, and then was almost bowled over again by Boromir leaping into his arms.
"Aragorn, help me!" Aragorn staggered under the other mans weight, and eventually just dropping him in a heap on the floor.
"Boromir, what's happening?" Boromir waved frantically in the vague direction of the bow of the ship.
"We're heading straight for the waterfall!" Boromir clung to Aragorn's legs. Elrond shook his head in disgust and walked away. "Save me Strider. .. I don't wanna go down the waterfall again. .."
"It's okay Boromir, it's okay. .. We won't sing this time."
Orlando grabbed Elijah's hand and dragged him towards the lifeboats. Or where the lifeboats should be.
"There's no lifeboats!" Elijah shrieked, grabbing onto Orlando's arm. "What'll we do?" Orlando swallowed.
"Um. .. panic?"
Sam dragged the now hysterical Frodo towards the back of this ship.
"Come on Mr Frodo." He tightened his grip on Frodo's collar and tugged harder. "Not far now."
"No! Sam you can't swim!"
"Don't you worry Mr Frodo. You float. I'll just hang onto you." He stopped and thought about it, as Frodo struggled and writhed, trying to twist out of Sam's grasp. "Now then. .. I wonder where they put them boats we came in."
Dominic was rudely awoken by Billy kicking him in the stomach as he tried to get out of the bed.
"Billy?"
"Yes Dom?"
"Ow." He sat up blearily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and watching Billy hurriedly get dressed. "Billy your shirts on the wrong way round."
"Oh."
"Billy, why are you getting dressed when you could be naked in here with me?" Billy looked at him.
"Well, it would certainly be an interesting way to die."
"Die?!" Dominic leapt out of bed, and hurried over to Billy, who was enjoying the view immensely. "What do you mean die? I don't wanna die! I'm too young and attrac. .." He shut his mouth abruptly.
"And attrac?"
"I was gonna say attractive but the Author stopped me. Damn it." Dominic suddenly found himself flung across the room and hit the door, landing in a heap in the doorway. "Ow." Billy managed to stop himself laughing just in time.
"The cruise-liners heading towards the waterfall, Glorfindel came to tell us. .. come to think of it, he was wearing Elrond's bathrobe." Billy shrugged and handed Dominic his underwear (I'm not being specific, but they're red and frilly). "We'd better think of a way to get off this ship. Quickly." Dominic frowned gently as he pulled his clothes on.
"You seem awfully calm about this Billy." Billy stopped picking at the peeling paint on the door and thought about it.
"Yeah, I do, don't I? Hm." Dominic looked at him in confusion as he finished dressing and followed him out of the cabin and up to the deck.
Sean was hurriedly trying to calm everyone down on deck, which was difficult with Merry and Pippin running around screaming
"We're going to die! We're all going to die!" Hotly pursued by a strange shuffling girl in baggy black jeans.
"I'm too young!" Pippins screamed as he hurtled past Sean, who was trying to stop a Random Sailor Elf from leaping over the side.
"I'm. .." Merry started, just as the teenage girl caught up with him, and managed to tackle him to the floor.
"Oh Merry! I. .." She was cut off as Pippin attempted to knock her out with a blow to the back of the neck. Unfortunately, she grabbed Pippin and hugged the two writhing hobbits close to her. "Oh, heaven!" And she shuffled off to the other side of the ship. Boromir was still clinging desperately to Aragorn's leg, as Aragorn tried to soothe him, figure out a way to get out of this alive, and look regal, heroic and majestic all at the same. Legolas, dressed in his new sailor outfit that he'd happened to have brought along, seemed to be the only one doing anything actually constructive, as he set about instructing the elves to make little life rafts.
It was into this chaos that Dominic and Billy arrived. They looked about for a second, before deciding to head over to a quiet spot. They hurried over to a seemingly empty space at the side of the ship, and leaned against the railings.
"Well. .." Billy started, running his hand through his hair.
"We're screwed. We're so screwed." Dominic sighed. They were silent for a while, as Dominic decided to raise and lower his eyebrows to make up for the lack of eyebrow raising in the last few chapters.
"Well, we could. .. Y'know. .." Dominic raised his eyebrows.
"What?"
"Well. .. Seeing as this is our last few minutes alive... well..." Dominic thought about it, raising his eyebrows and lowering them a few times in quick succession.
"Yeah, I guess we could. .."
"Oh, please do!" Billy and Dominic whirled round to see Viggo sitting on the railing a little further down, holding a violin. Dominic raised his eyebrows.
"Viggo?" Billy looked confused. "What are you doing? What's with the violin?" Viggo looked down at the instrument and shrugged.
"Dunno. The rest of the orchestra ran off with the lifeboats at the first alarm bell."
Sam gently patted Frodo on the head. Frodo merely tightened his grip on Sam's knees and whimpered.
"Well then Mr Frodo." Sam looked at the ropes in his hand, a little confused. They were sat in the boat. Unfortunately they boat was hoisted up the side of the cruise liner. Sam got the impression that these ropes would get them down. However...
"Which one Mr Frodo?" Frodo made a noise sounding suspiciously like 'heeeeee...' "Okay." Sam pulled one of the ropes hard.
Boromir peeped over the edge of the ship and whimpered.
"Aragorn. .. Aragorn, we're gettin' closer. ..
"Its okay Boromir. .." Aragorn soothed him, trying to disentangle Boromir from his legs.
"But. .. We're all going to die!" At that point, an almighty splash was heard from the other side of the ship, after which a quiet voice was heard 'see Mr Frodo, that was the right one'. Aragorn looked around. Legolas was helping the elves lower the rafts from the side of the ship.
"Come on Boromir, we can go on one of those rafts." He managed to walk over to Legolas, pulling Boromir the entire way. "Legolas. .. Think we can fit Boromir onto one of these rafts." Legolas looked doubtfully down at Boromir, who looked back up and stuck his tongue out.
"Well. .. You can try."
Sam rowed as fast as he could to get away from the ship, keeping his eyes closed the entire time. Frodo looked wistfully from the back of the small boat at the ship, as it got dangerously close to the edge of the waterfall.
"Sam..."
"Yes Mr Frodo?"
"Look, the ships tipping up."
"I can't look right now Mr Frodo."
"But its incredible Sam. I mean, all those people just sliding down the ship... Aaah!"
"Mr Frodo?"
"Its broken in half! And now the other half is going down the waterfall! This is incredible!"
"I'm sure it is Mr Frodo."
"I mean it Sam! I mean, if somebody decided to write this as a novel, it would take at least... 2 A4 pages with a size 10 font! Imagine how long that would take to write!' Sam opened one eye to look suspiciously at Frodo, and unfortunately witnessed the cruise liner plummeting down the waterfall.
"Well that's an eye op..." Frodo's timely leg spasm quickly shut Sam up, as well as knocking him out for the next several hours...