Star Warped
A/N: Whoo! I'm finally updating this one! Its been forever! But I've gotten the urge to write some more of this one! *cheers* Anyway, hmmm I'm still not very sure of where the plot is going, but I do know that this story will be drawing to a close soon. (Hey, it might end in a sudden really cheesy ending!!!! Or perhaps I'll leave room for a sequel!) *shrugs* Whatever I do, I'll do I guess! n.~ Anyway, on to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, and if I did, I'd be freakin' rich!!!!!! n.~
Chapter 6-A Hard Day's Night
The members of the fellowship were escorted to two large apartment buildings where they were told to stay the night. Obi-Wan led them through several complex passages before coming to the place where they had intended on coming. Anakin and Legolas were still eyeing each other with suspicion, looking for a flaw that they could accuse the other of. The hobbits however were perfectly content with marveling at the large buildings that surrounded them. Suddenly Obi-Wan had stopped. They were standing in front of a large metal door, which Obi-Wan had opened with a wave of his hand. As he walked inside, he motioned for the others to do the same. Once inside, they were taken aback by the lofty ceilings and the general futuristic look of the place. "This was the best we could do on such short notice," Obi-Wan began, "If you need anything, we will be staying in the room directly across from this one." Aragorn nodded and then Obi-Wan and Anakin walked out of the room. "Make sure you lock the door!" Anakin said with a sly smile. "These parts can be a little bit dangerous!" Aragorn semi-smiled as they turned their backs. He then approached the door in attempt to close it. "Anyone know how to close the door?" They all shook their heads no. Aragorn sighed and called back towards Obi-Wan. "Excuse me, but how do you close this door?" In answer, Obi-Wan casually waved his hand and the door shut and locked with a small click. Aragorn turned back towards his companions, "Well, this certainly has been an interesting day!"
As darkness crept back into the deep places of Coruscant, the members of the fellowship began to feel fatigued. "I'm sooooo tired!" Frodo moaned, rubbing his sore feet. The other hobbits nodded in agreement and also began rubbing their feet. Aragorn looked over at them, "What the- Why the heck are you rubbing your feet?!" he asked wide-eyed. Frodo looked up startled. "No reason!" he said quickly. Legolas stood to his feet, "I believe I shall retire, we pretty people need our beauty sleep!" he said, flipping his long blonde hair over his shoulder. Aragorn yawned, "That's a good idea Legolas, we should all get some sleep!" Legolas took no notice of Aragorn as he walked into another room and laid himself on the bed, testing its softness. Frodo wandered into the second bedroom and let himself fall face first upon the soft pillows. A moment later, Pippin made a running leap and landed on the bed where he proceeded to jump up and down upon. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Help! Help! Help! I'm being attacked!" Frodo yelled. Sam sat up straight from where he had been relaxing on the couch. "I'll save you Mr. Frodo!" he called, running into the other room. Merry started blankly after him. "Oh bloody hell..." he muttered to himself before slowly rising to his feet and walking into the room where it had been unconsciously decided that the hobbits were to sleep.
Gandalf, Boromir, Gimli, and Aragorn were left in the main room, flashing uneasy looks to one another. "Is anyone going to sleep in Legolas' room?" Aragorn shook his head. "If someone disturbs his beauty sleep, I have no doubt in my mind that they won't survive the night!" he said coldly. Boromir clapped his hands together, "Well!" he said, "it seems as if we're all stuck in this room! Better make the best of it!" At that point Boromir had already seated himself on the soft couch. "Hey!" Aragorn said. "Who said you got the couch!" Boromir smiled, "I was here first!" he said. "But...but! I'm the freakin' heir to the throne of Gondor! I GET THE COUCH!!!!" Aragorn said angrily. Boromir stuck out his tongue in response. "Why you insolent peasant!!!!" Aragorn yelled, charging forward and attempting to pull Boromir from the couch. Gimli cast a questioning look to Gandalf, "Do we dare interfere?" Gandalf pondered this for a moment as he watched Aragorn successfully pull Boromir halfway off the couch. "No, but hey, I'll bet ya ten bucks that Aragorn wins!" "You're on!" Gimli replied.
As Gandalf and Gimli cheered from the sidelines, Aragorn and Boromir drew out their swords. "In the name of Gondor, I will protect what is mine!" Boromir shouted. "And I will win what should rightfully be mine!" Aragorn retorted. Gandalf looked to Gimli, "Want some popcorn?" he asked casually. "Sure!" Gimli replied, taking a small bag full of popcorn that had magically appeared in Gandalf's hands. The sound of swords clashing must have disturbed the hobbits from their slumber because they came stumbling out of their bedroom in a daze. "Who! What! When! Where! Why! How! Huh?" Pippin stammered. "Turn on the faucets!!!!!" Sam shouted. At this last comment, all motion in the room stopped and everyone looked at Sam. "What?" he said, looking up. Aragorn suddenly remembered the entire reason for his sword being in his hand. "I WILL THWART THEE!" he shouted, once more attacking Boromir fiercely with his sword. "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" Merry began chanting. "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" The other hobbits joined in. Soon, Gandalf and Gimli had lost all their dignity and were chanting along with the hobbits.
Evidently they were being rather loud because underneath their endless chants and curses, the squeaking of an opening door could be heard. Aragorn aimed a kick at Boromir's shin and just as he was about to let his foot make contact, he noticed a figure standing in the hall, looking extremely angry. His jaw dropped when he realized who it was. "L-Legolas?" he stammered, still trying to take in the site that stood before him. There stood Legolas, dressed in a smooth flowing green robe, his blonde hair tied in the back of his head, and on his face was a green facemask over all except his mouth and eyes. A large frown had settled itself upon his usually emotionless lips. "A HA!" shouted Boromir, using Aragorn's distraction to his own advantage and stomping his foot upon Aragorn's foot. "AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!" Aragorn squealed in pain. Boromir laughed triumphantly, that is until his laughter was cut short when he found himself face to face with the point of Legolas' arrow. "Shut up..."he said, his voice deadly calm. Aragorn was still hoppin around the room, holding his foot, "ah! Oh! Eh! Ee! Ah!!!!!!!" Legolas was looked as if every second that he stood there he grew angrier. "I want everyone to GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!" he screeched. "I REFUSE to be deprived of my BEAUTY SLEEP!" he said, breathing heavily. The rest of the fellowship began to shrink away from Legolas. The hobbits returned soundlessly to their own room and Gandalf and Gimli un- rolled blankets to sleep on the floor, but one question remained unanswered. "I call couch!" Aragorn said quickly. "Nu UH!" Boromir shouted. "I was here FIRST!" Legolas' eye twitched as he said, "I don't care who gets the couch, Boromir, you sleep on the floor tonight and Aragorn can sleep on the floor tomorrow!!!" Boromir cast Legolas a hateful glance. "Why does he get is first?!?!?!" "Because," continued Legolas, "the first letter of his name comes before yours in the alphabet! Now shut up so I can sleep!" he said, retreating back into his room and shutting the door with a slam. "Stupid git!" Boromir murmured as he tried to make himself comfortable on the cold floor.
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A/N: Well! There you have it! The 6th chapter!! (finally!) I'm not sure what to do with the seventh, so be patient with me. Thanks for reading, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd click the little review button down there! n.~ Please no flames...thanks!
A/N: Whoo! I'm finally updating this one! Its been forever! But I've gotten the urge to write some more of this one! *cheers* Anyway, hmmm I'm still not very sure of where the plot is going, but I do know that this story will be drawing to a close soon. (Hey, it might end in a sudden really cheesy ending!!!! Or perhaps I'll leave room for a sequel!) *shrugs* Whatever I do, I'll do I guess! n.~ Anyway, on to the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, and if I did, I'd be freakin' rich!!!!!! n.~
Chapter 6-A Hard Day's Night
The members of the fellowship were escorted to two large apartment buildings where they were told to stay the night. Obi-Wan led them through several complex passages before coming to the place where they had intended on coming. Anakin and Legolas were still eyeing each other with suspicion, looking for a flaw that they could accuse the other of. The hobbits however were perfectly content with marveling at the large buildings that surrounded them. Suddenly Obi-Wan had stopped. They were standing in front of a large metal door, which Obi-Wan had opened with a wave of his hand. As he walked inside, he motioned for the others to do the same. Once inside, they were taken aback by the lofty ceilings and the general futuristic look of the place. "This was the best we could do on such short notice," Obi-Wan began, "If you need anything, we will be staying in the room directly across from this one." Aragorn nodded and then Obi-Wan and Anakin walked out of the room. "Make sure you lock the door!" Anakin said with a sly smile. "These parts can be a little bit dangerous!" Aragorn semi-smiled as they turned their backs. He then approached the door in attempt to close it. "Anyone know how to close the door?" They all shook their heads no. Aragorn sighed and called back towards Obi-Wan. "Excuse me, but how do you close this door?" In answer, Obi-Wan casually waved his hand and the door shut and locked with a small click. Aragorn turned back towards his companions, "Well, this certainly has been an interesting day!"
As darkness crept back into the deep places of Coruscant, the members of the fellowship began to feel fatigued. "I'm sooooo tired!" Frodo moaned, rubbing his sore feet. The other hobbits nodded in agreement and also began rubbing their feet. Aragorn looked over at them, "What the- Why the heck are you rubbing your feet?!" he asked wide-eyed. Frodo looked up startled. "No reason!" he said quickly. Legolas stood to his feet, "I believe I shall retire, we pretty people need our beauty sleep!" he said, flipping his long blonde hair over his shoulder. Aragorn yawned, "That's a good idea Legolas, we should all get some sleep!" Legolas took no notice of Aragorn as he walked into another room and laid himself on the bed, testing its softness. Frodo wandered into the second bedroom and let himself fall face first upon the soft pillows. A moment later, Pippin made a running leap and landed on the bed where he proceeded to jump up and down upon. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Help! Help! Help! I'm being attacked!" Frodo yelled. Sam sat up straight from where he had been relaxing on the couch. "I'll save you Mr. Frodo!" he called, running into the other room. Merry started blankly after him. "Oh bloody hell..." he muttered to himself before slowly rising to his feet and walking into the room where it had been unconsciously decided that the hobbits were to sleep.
Gandalf, Boromir, Gimli, and Aragorn were left in the main room, flashing uneasy looks to one another. "Is anyone going to sleep in Legolas' room?" Aragorn shook his head. "If someone disturbs his beauty sleep, I have no doubt in my mind that they won't survive the night!" he said coldly. Boromir clapped his hands together, "Well!" he said, "it seems as if we're all stuck in this room! Better make the best of it!" At that point Boromir had already seated himself on the soft couch. "Hey!" Aragorn said. "Who said you got the couch!" Boromir smiled, "I was here first!" he said. "But...but! I'm the freakin' heir to the throne of Gondor! I GET THE COUCH!!!!" Aragorn said angrily. Boromir stuck out his tongue in response. "Why you insolent peasant!!!!" Aragorn yelled, charging forward and attempting to pull Boromir from the couch. Gimli cast a questioning look to Gandalf, "Do we dare interfere?" Gandalf pondered this for a moment as he watched Aragorn successfully pull Boromir halfway off the couch. "No, but hey, I'll bet ya ten bucks that Aragorn wins!" "You're on!" Gimli replied.
As Gandalf and Gimli cheered from the sidelines, Aragorn and Boromir drew out their swords. "In the name of Gondor, I will protect what is mine!" Boromir shouted. "And I will win what should rightfully be mine!" Aragorn retorted. Gandalf looked to Gimli, "Want some popcorn?" he asked casually. "Sure!" Gimli replied, taking a small bag full of popcorn that had magically appeared in Gandalf's hands. The sound of swords clashing must have disturbed the hobbits from their slumber because they came stumbling out of their bedroom in a daze. "Who! What! When! Where! Why! How! Huh?" Pippin stammered. "Turn on the faucets!!!!!" Sam shouted. At this last comment, all motion in the room stopped and everyone looked at Sam. "What?" he said, looking up. Aragorn suddenly remembered the entire reason for his sword being in his hand. "I WILL THWART THEE!" he shouted, once more attacking Boromir fiercely with his sword. "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" Merry began chanting. "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" The other hobbits joined in. Soon, Gandalf and Gimli had lost all their dignity and were chanting along with the hobbits.
Evidently they were being rather loud because underneath their endless chants and curses, the squeaking of an opening door could be heard. Aragorn aimed a kick at Boromir's shin and just as he was about to let his foot make contact, he noticed a figure standing in the hall, looking extremely angry. His jaw dropped when he realized who it was. "L-Legolas?" he stammered, still trying to take in the site that stood before him. There stood Legolas, dressed in a smooth flowing green robe, his blonde hair tied in the back of his head, and on his face was a green facemask over all except his mouth and eyes. A large frown had settled itself upon his usually emotionless lips. "A HA!" shouted Boromir, using Aragorn's distraction to his own advantage and stomping his foot upon Aragorn's foot. "AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!" Aragorn squealed in pain. Boromir laughed triumphantly, that is until his laughter was cut short when he found himself face to face with the point of Legolas' arrow. "Shut up..."he said, his voice deadly calm. Aragorn was still hoppin around the room, holding his foot, "ah! Oh! Eh! Ee! Ah!!!!!!!" Legolas was looked as if every second that he stood there he grew angrier. "I want everyone to GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!" he screeched. "I REFUSE to be deprived of my BEAUTY SLEEP!" he said, breathing heavily. The rest of the fellowship began to shrink away from Legolas. The hobbits returned soundlessly to their own room and Gandalf and Gimli un- rolled blankets to sleep on the floor, but one question remained unanswered. "I call couch!" Aragorn said quickly. "Nu UH!" Boromir shouted. "I was here FIRST!" Legolas' eye twitched as he said, "I don't care who gets the couch, Boromir, you sleep on the floor tonight and Aragorn can sleep on the floor tomorrow!!!" Boromir cast Legolas a hateful glance. "Why does he get is first?!?!?!" "Because," continued Legolas, "the first letter of his name comes before yours in the alphabet! Now shut up so I can sleep!" he said, retreating back into his room and shutting the door with a slam. "Stupid git!" Boromir murmured as he tried to make himself comfortable on the cold floor.
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A/N: Well! There you have it! The 6th chapter!! (finally!) I'm not sure what to do with the seventh, so be patient with me. Thanks for reading, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd click the little review button down there! n.~ Please no flames...thanks!
