A/N: Hiya, people! I'll pair two characters up. Slash OR non-slash. Only I
don't know what the best pairing is. You guys vote for pairings, but don't
expect me to go into a whole romance- I'm concentrating on humour, here
(Note: I will NOT go over PG for this, either!) =^_^=
(Ps- I may put Eowyn, Galadriel or Arwen in. It all depends on how you guys
vote.)
DISCLAIMER: LotRings = not mine. Don't sue.
On with the insanity!
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It was a reasonably quiet around the city, save a couple of late-night discos and clubs. Adults and young children had already gone to bed, and the dogs had already stopped barking. Bugs began to explore the city pavements for scraps. Until-
"YaaAAAAAA!!!- *oomph!*" Let's just say some bugs were thoroughly flattened that night.
"Ouch...the ground in Mirkwood was much softer if an elf ever fell..which is very rare, I'll have you know..where are we supposed to be, again?" No- one replied. They just stared at Legolas. Gimli began to splutter. "What is it this time, Fatso?" Legolas spat, becoming annoyed at the way everyone was looking at him.
"Y-y-your hair! It's p-p-p-"
"Great goblins of Isengard, what did you do to your hair?" Sam piped up. Legolas frowned, and peered into a nearby puddle.
"My hair? You jest, Samwise, elven hair is always perfe-" After this bizarre event was over and the hobbits were safetly back in the Shire, Pippin swore to his friends that he reckoned the poor elf had screamed so loudly that every cave troll in Moria back on the Middle Earth could hear.
"Pink!" Was all the stricken elf could sob. "My hair's pink! Can't you change it back, Mithrandir???? Please say you can!" Legolas begged the wizard, who was having a hard time trying to conceal his mirth.
"No, I'm *snicker*, I'm afraid not. You'll just have to *choke*, you'll just have to put up with it, my dear elf." (In all truth, Gandalf could have cured Legolas of his problem, but decided that he needed taking down a few pegs.)
A sudden silence took the Fellowship. No-one had the faintest idea of where they were. Pippin was quite happy to let the atmosphere stay silent, though; that would mean no furious punishments from the temperamental wizard and the neon- haired elf for having gotten them into this situation in the first place. Aragorn sighed: they were getting no-where. "I suggest we find someone and ask them where our exact whereabouts is."
"Who made you leader, all of the sudden?" Gandalf shot back, rendering the Ranger silent. "I say we ask someone where we are." Aragorn opened his mouth to retaliate, but Boromir put a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head vigorously. Just then, Gandalf spotted someone walking their way.
"Young master! Yes, you with the..nose ring? Would you be so good as to tell us where we are? I'm afraid we're rather lost." The youth stared at them.
"Bond Street...er, London. Saturday night at 11:35, if ya want to know." Merry nudged Pippin.
"That doesn't sound like any country on Middle Earth I've ever heard of, unless Bilbo left something out on his map. You know how old he's getting..." The youth continued to stare at them, but at last seemed to come to a conclusion, and grinned.
"Ya know, the costume party ain't 'till the day after tomorrow, mates. But all the same, like the get-up!" With that, the youth sauntered away.
Sam felt annoyed. He was tired, and hated the unknown. Then something on a building caught his eye. A poster. He ran to it. Naturally the rest of the Fellowship followed him. When they had caught up with Sam, they heard him spewing a stream of indignant protest.
"..absolute abomination! Roses are supposed to be cut at an angle, not straight like the ones in the picture. And the way they have butchered that strawberry patch! This isn't a flower show, this is carnage!" Frodo snorted, then absently read a nearby poster. He read it in puzzlement.
"Boogie World?" The rest of the Fellowship turned to read the poster. "That must be the name of this planet! How odd. I've never come across a word like that, before."
"Sounds like orcish, if you ask me," growled Legolas.
"If it is, then at least we may have a clue to getting back! At last, maybe we can find something familiar. It's a risky task, but it's the best chance we have. Look, it has a map!" Aragorn said eagerly. After he received a very dominating glare from Gandalf, the group set off.
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"You'd find more cheer in a graveyard."
"Gimli, we are in a graveyard."
"Oh, right." The group were sullenly walking along to the 'heart of Boogie World', as Aragorn had put it, with only the constant bickering of Legolas and Gimli for entertainment. Sam was still in mourning for his flowers, when he jumped back in surprise.
"Sam, what's the matter?" Frodo whispered, looking alarmed.
"I thought I saw a pair of eyes on that gravestone!" Sam pointed to one right next to Boromir, who yelped and jumped on top of Aragorn, who promptly dropped him.
"Boromir! Get a hold of yourself, man!" he hissed.
"I tell you, it's a bad omen! I see no hope for us!" Boromir quivered, tears coming to his eyes. The others chose to ignore him.
"I feel so useless, Mr Frodo. I have no means of helping to defend ourselves save my knowledge of gardening.and what good would that do in battle? I just feel as if I were luggage, as it were."
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll just say 'luggage with eyes'! You have your worth, Sam- just remember to give a holler if you see anything else," Frodo laughed nervously. As the Fellowship walked on, they drew close to a large building covered in strange colourful lighting, and they could hear booming music. Walking towards the building, one by one they all began to feel anxious: would they receive help, or would they encounter a great dilemma?.
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A/N: So how was that? Spot the quotes? There are some from the book, too! Those who have read the FotR will know whom the pair of eyes belong to. Those who haven't can probably guess! ; ) I don't reckon it was any funnier..oh, well; next chapter you'll get to see why I named the story 'The Fellowship on skates!', but I need feedback before I can continue, so please leave a review, and don't forget to vote! =^_^=
DISCLAIMER: LotRings = not mine. Don't sue.
On with the insanity!
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It was a reasonably quiet around the city, save a couple of late-night discos and clubs. Adults and young children had already gone to bed, and the dogs had already stopped barking. Bugs began to explore the city pavements for scraps. Until-
"YaaAAAAAA!!!- *oomph!*" Let's just say some bugs were thoroughly flattened that night.
"Ouch...the ground in Mirkwood was much softer if an elf ever fell..which is very rare, I'll have you know..where are we supposed to be, again?" No- one replied. They just stared at Legolas. Gimli began to splutter. "What is it this time, Fatso?" Legolas spat, becoming annoyed at the way everyone was looking at him.
"Y-y-your hair! It's p-p-p-"
"Great goblins of Isengard, what did you do to your hair?" Sam piped up. Legolas frowned, and peered into a nearby puddle.
"My hair? You jest, Samwise, elven hair is always perfe-" After this bizarre event was over and the hobbits were safetly back in the Shire, Pippin swore to his friends that he reckoned the poor elf had screamed so loudly that every cave troll in Moria back on the Middle Earth could hear.
"Pink!" Was all the stricken elf could sob. "My hair's pink! Can't you change it back, Mithrandir???? Please say you can!" Legolas begged the wizard, who was having a hard time trying to conceal his mirth.
"No, I'm *snicker*, I'm afraid not. You'll just have to *choke*, you'll just have to put up with it, my dear elf." (In all truth, Gandalf could have cured Legolas of his problem, but decided that he needed taking down a few pegs.)
A sudden silence took the Fellowship. No-one had the faintest idea of where they were. Pippin was quite happy to let the atmosphere stay silent, though; that would mean no furious punishments from the temperamental wizard and the neon- haired elf for having gotten them into this situation in the first place. Aragorn sighed: they were getting no-where. "I suggest we find someone and ask them where our exact whereabouts is."
"Who made you leader, all of the sudden?" Gandalf shot back, rendering the Ranger silent. "I say we ask someone where we are." Aragorn opened his mouth to retaliate, but Boromir put a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head vigorously. Just then, Gandalf spotted someone walking their way.
"Young master! Yes, you with the..nose ring? Would you be so good as to tell us where we are? I'm afraid we're rather lost." The youth stared at them.
"Bond Street...er, London. Saturday night at 11:35, if ya want to know." Merry nudged Pippin.
"That doesn't sound like any country on Middle Earth I've ever heard of, unless Bilbo left something out on his map. You know how old he's getting..." The youth continued to stare at them, but at last seemed to come to a conclusion, and grinned.
"Ya know, the costume party ain't 'till the day after tomorrow, mates. But all the same, like the get-up!" With that, the youth sauntered away.
Sam felt annoyed. He was tired, and hated the unknown. Then something on a building caught his eye. A poster. He ran to it. Naturally the rest of the Fellowship followed him. When they had caught up with Sam, they heard him spewing a stream of indignant protest.
"..absolute abomination! Roses are supposed to be cut at an angle, not straight like the ones in the picture. And the way they have butchered that strawberry patch! This isn't a flower show, this is carnage!" Frodo snorted, then absently read a nearby poster. He read it in puzzlement.
"Boogie World?" The rest of the Fellowship turned to read the poster. "That must be the name of this planet! How odd. I've never come across a word like that, before."
"Sounds like orcish, if you ask me," growled Legolas.
"If it is, then at least we may have a clue to getting back! At last, maybe we can find something familiar. It's a risky task, but it's the best chance we have. Look, it has a map!" Aragorn said eagerly. After he received a very dominating glare from Gandalf, the group set off.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"You'd find more cheer in a graveyard."
"Gimli, we are in a graveyard."
"Oh, right." The group were sullenly walking along to the 'heart of Boogie World', as Aragorn had put it, with only the constant bickering of Legolas and Gimli for entertainment. Sam was still in mourning for his flowers, when he jumped back in surprise.
"Sam, what's the matter?" Frodo whispered, looking alarmed.
"I thought I saw a pair of eyes on that gravestone!" Sam pointed to one right next to Boromir, who yelped and jumped on top of Aragorn, who promptly dropped him.
"Boromir! Get a hold of yourself, man!" he hissed.
"I tell you, it's a bad omen! I see no hope for us!" Boromir quivered, tears coming to his eyes. The others chose to ignore him.
"I feel so useless, Mr Frodo. I have no means of helping to defend ourselves save my knowledge of gardening.and what good would that do in battle? I just feel as if I were luggage, as it were."
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll just say 'luggage with eyes'! You have your worth, Sam- just remember to give a holler if you see anything else," Frodo laughed nervously. As the Fellowship walked on, they drew close to a large building covered in strange colourful lighting, and they could hear booming music. Walking towards the building, one by one they all began to feel anxious: would they receive help, or would they encounter a great dilemma?.
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A/N: So how was that? Spot the quotes? There are some from the book, too! Those who have read the FotR will know whom the pair of eyes belong to. Those who haven't can probably guess! ; ) I don't reckon it was any funnier..oh, well; next chapter you'll get to see why I named the story 'The Fellowship on skates!', but I need feedback before I can continue, so please leave a review, and don't forget to vote! =^_^=