A/N: Hiya everybody! (Hi, Dr, Nick! Just kidding! ( ) Sorry it took so
long...here's chapter 4!
DISCLAIMER: As before, only an extra: the idea of 'lawn ornament' belongs to Terry Pratchet, not me, I think from a book called 'The Wyrd Sisters'. Don't sue! (Plus the little Simpsons joke isn't mine, either!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"YAAAAH! Make it stop, make it stop!..Aw, no, don't make it stop, don't make it stop!!!!" *BAM!*
"Pippin! Next time follow the traffic instead of going against it!"
"Oh, yes, it was my every intention to lose control of these boots-on- wheels and flatten myself against a very hard, very solid wall. WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS TRYING TO DO???? You can be a right cretin sometimes, Merry."
".."
The Fellowship were beginning to discover how the inhabitants of 'Boogie World' had fun. Most of them had at least managed to learn how to skate for about ten paces without falling. The minority being Gimli, of course.
"Aragorn! This friend won't be with you for long! I don't thing my back can last the night..*Ooof!*"
Meanwhile, Legolas found himself as the life of the party.
"Duuuude, what did you do to your hair?"
"WOULD PEOPLE LAY OFF THE HAIR!"
"Man, I love it!"
"I..you do?!?!"
"Pft, like, ya! I think it looks totally cute! Where'd you get the idea?"
"You could say it was an accident."
"Word...so have ya been skating for long?"
"Skating? Oh! You mean rolling on boots! No, this is my first time."
"Whoa, that, like, totally makes ya a natural!"
"Dude, that is awesome!"
"Yeah! Hey man, want a raspberry pop? They turn your tongue blue, isn't that just hilarious?" Legolas was now very confused: these strange young people could have been talking in another language for all he knew. But they seemed good-natured enough, so Legolas smiled.
"Word!" He said cheerfully. The four youths stared at him.
".Ya don't come from round here, do you?" Legolas blinked. "Hey, don't worry 'bout it. We'll take it as a 'yes', then!"
Gandalf was having the time of his life.
"I haven't had this much fun since the Balrog of Moriaaaaaa! Hey, speeding wizard, coming through!"
Aragorn was still teasing poor Boromir. And as for the hobbits, well, they were mobbing a delinquent.
"We are not children! We no longer need the protection of our mothers! We are not lawn ornaments! We are not cute cuddly plush toys! We are not curly-haired freaks! We are not fairies, or pixies, or bugs that you tread on! WE ARE HOBBITS!" Merry yelled.
"For the Shire!" Frodo cried as he ferociously kicked the youth in the shin.
"For the bugs!" Sam kicked him, too.
"For the...vertically challenged of the world!" Pippin kicked.
"Hey, Pip, that was pretty intelligent."
"Thanks, Sam!"
"Ouch! Ow ow ow! Okay, okay, I'm freakin' sorry! Geeze, where's your sense of humour? Too big for you shrimps?"
Needless to say each of the halflings kicked him so hard in a strategic place that the delinquent wasn't able to walk properly for weeks.
None of the Fellowship noticed a skinny grey-skinned creature enter the hall.
"Yaaaargh! We cannot stop, precioussss!"
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A/N: So how was it, people? R&R, please! Next time: more familiar faces! Aragorn has lady trouble....someone spikes the punch!
DISCLAIMER: As before, only an extra: the idea of 'lawn ornament' belongs to Terry Pratchet, not me, I think from a book called 'The Wyrd Sisters'. Don't sue! (Plus the little Simpsons joke isn't mine, either!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"YAAAAH! Make it stop, make it stop!..Aw, no, don't make it stop, don't make it stop!!!!" *BAM!*
"Pippin! Next time follow the traffic instead of going against it!"
"Oh, yes, it was my every intention to lose control of these boots-on- wheels and flatten myself against a very hard, very solid wall. WHAT DID YOU THINK I WAS TRYING TO DO???? You can be a right cretin sometimes, Merry."
".."
The Fellowship were beginning to discover how the inhabitants of 'Boogie World' had fun. Most of them had at least managed to learn how to skate for about ten paces without falling. The minority being Gimli, of course.
"Aragorn! This friend won't be with you for long! I don't thing my back can last the night..*Ooof!*"
Meanwhile, Legolas found himself as the life of the party.
"Duuuude, what did you do to your hair?"
"WOULD PEOPLE LAY OFF THE HAIR!"
"Man, I love it!"
"I..you do?!?!"
"Pft, like, ya! I think it looks totally cute! Where'd you get the idea?"
"You could say it was an accident."
"Word...so have ya been skating for long?"
"Skating? Oh! You mean rolling on boots! No, this is my first time."
"Whoa, that, like, totally makes ya a natural!"
"Dude, that is awesome!"
"Yeah! Hey man, want a raspberry pop? They turn your tongue blue, isn't that just hilarious?" Legolas was now very confused: these strange young people could have been talking in another language for all he knew. But they seemed good-natured enough, so Legolas smiled.
"Word!" He said cheerfully. The four youths stared at him.
".Ya don't come from round here, do you?" Legolas blinked. "Hey, don't worry 'bout it. We'll take it as a 'yes', then!"
Gandalf was having the time of his life.
"I haven't had this much fun since the Balrog of Moriaaaaaa! Hey, speeding wizard, coming through!"
Aragorn was still teasing poor Boromir. And as for the hobbits, well, they were mobbing a delinquent.
"We are not children! We no longer need the protection of our mothers! We are not lawn ornaments! We are not cute cuddly plush toys! We are not curly-haired freaks! We are not fairies, or pixies, or bugs that you tread on! WE ARE HOBBITS!" Merry yelled.
"For the Shire!" Frodo cried as he ferociously kicked the youth in the shin.
"For the bugs!" Sam kicked him, too.
"For the...vertically challenged of the world!" Pippin kicked.
"Hey, Pip, that was pretty intelligent."
"Thanks, Sam!"
"Ouch! Ow ow ow! Okay, okay, I'm freakin' sorry! Geeze, where's your sense of humour? Too big for you shrimps?"
Needless to say each of the halflings kicked him so hard in a strategic place that the delinquent wasn't able to walk properly for weeks.
None of the Fellowship noticed a skinny grey-skinned creature enter the hall.
"Yaaaargh! We cannot stop, precioussss!"
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A/N: So how was it, people? R&R, please! Next time: more familiar faces! Aragorn has lady trouble....someone spikes the punch!