A/N: I am sooooo sorry I've taken so long to update! But, like everyone
else I am not foreign to having to hard work. But rejoice, fellow
randomness lovers! I have not given up just yet! Nope, this fic is still up
and running (however slowly it may be.)
DISCLAIMER: LotR is not mine. LotR is Tolkien's. There, I said it so don't sue me! : P
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"Yaaaargh! We cannot stop, precioussss!" Sam turned around.
"You're hopeless"
"Gollum scowled as he finally managed to clumsily skitter to a halt. "You're the naassty little hobbit that took my pixie sticks!"
"I ain't got no pixie sticks," Sam snapped curtly, "and I have more respect for myself then to go sneaking about trying to take anything off others," he added rather pointedly. He turned on his heel haughtily, but fell backwards as the skates went forward without him with a heavy *thud*. Gollum snickered.
"Ssstupid fat hobbit!"
Aragorn looked on, mildly amused. He had long gotten tired of tormenting Boromir (who was now giving him the cold shoulder, big time). Everything was going just fine for him, when all of the sudden:
"Aragorn! Estel, darling, why did you run off like that? I've been worried sick for the past few hours!" Aragorn groaned. It was Arwen. And it looked as if she had brought Eowyn with her. The ranger looked up, and stared.
"My lady, what have you done to your hair?" Arwen laughed. Her hair was a very dark shade of pink.
"I think it looks rather fetching, don't you?"
"It certainly is...unusual. But how come your hair turned pink and Eowyn's didn't, and your hair is darker?"
Eowyn frowned, but caught a glimpse of Legolas and smiled.
"I think that the solution Gandalf conjured up is reactant to elven hair, only."
"Or rather, the solution Pippin 'helped' to conjure up," Aragorn muttered. "But Eowyn, shouldn't Faramir be with you, or vice versa?"
"Yes, well men can be so irritating sometimes, that's all. No offence meant," Eowyn added quickly. Aragorn sighed mentally- all he wanted was a little peace. He headed towards the exit.
"Excuse me, my ladies, but there is ...business I have to attend. Arwen, I shall be back soon." With that, he skated away.
"Men," the two ladies sighed witheringly to each other. The two made their way over to Legolas, Arwen occasionally giggling at Eowyn, who at times looked similar to a broken windmill in gale force winds, trying to keep her balance. Arwen, of course, was having no trouble whatsoever in maintaining her elven grace.
Actually, it seemed as though the pinkness of Legolas' hair was beginning to fade: the colour wasn't so conspicuous as it was before. The elf couldn't help feeling as if he would miss the different hair colour: he had met some interesting people because of it, and in truth was starting to grow fond of it. He turned to meet the two, somehow managing to restrain his a smirk at Eowyn's half-hearted balance.
"Mae govannen, Undomiel! Eowyn.*snicker* nae saian luume'," Smiled Legolas. [1]
"Vedui', Legolas! You look well.." Eowyn replied, glancing at his hair. [2]
"Care for some kick, my ladies?"
"..Beg your pardon?" The two women looked shocked.
"It's called 'punch', mate," whispered one of Legolas' new- found friends.
So there the group were, holding cups of punch and talking about the day's strange events.
"..And Gimli couldn't even stand up for half a second, the great lump!" They all chuckled.
"I heard that, Elf!" the disgruntled dwarf yelled from across the hall. Legolas ignored him.
"Ah, don't tease him like that, he doesn't deserve it, the poor dear. It isn't his fault he isn't an elf," scolded Eowyn, though she was still trying not to laugh. Gimli came over to join in the conversation, also armed with a cup of punch. He almost got started about the Boromir-fairy story, but Legolas nudged him.
"You'd better not, Boromir's in ear-shot." Sure enough, Boromir looked as if he was about to cry; he'd had enough teasing and torment from Aragorn, already. (Actually, the incident wasn't entirely his fault: there were a gang of rowdy children living back in Gondor, and that day after taking a shower Boromir discovered that all his other underwear was missing, the whole drawer gone save the girly pair that the gang put in them, so he really had no option.) Gimli nodded, reluctantly.
"Well, maybe some other time." Legolas sighed and took a sip of his punch. What happened after that was a bit of a blur. Legolas' face contorted suddenly and spat out the liquid, right into Gimli's face.
"THAT DOES IT! NOW YOU'VE GOT ME ANG-"
"There's.. something in the punch!" Legolas choked. Gimli paused and tried his. He frowned.
"Some kind of strong spirit? This punch has been 'spiked', as these people say, and with a very alcoholic content, may I add. Someone could get very ill, drinking this stuff."
"Alcohol? But that means...OH GREAT MORGOTH, NO, PIPPIN, FRODO, DON'T DRINK THAT!!!"
Too late. Both hobbits had downed their drinks in a second. Frodo paused and frowned, looking a little disorientated. Pippin was already becoming ten times more of a danger hazard then he was on a sugar high. A devilish grin formed on his face, and he began whizzing about, round and round the skating hall like a deranged miniature tornado, laughing gleefully, manically. Frodo continued to frown.
"Mr. Frodo? Are you feeling alright..?" Sam wavered, uncertainly. Suddenly Frodo turned round, beaming all over his face, eyes sparkling menacingly.
"I've been learning some magic, Sam: I know how to cast about a frost. I think I'd quite like to try it out in the garden, Sam, I think the summer flowers would like that!" he smiled. Sam screamed. This bit of plant torture was all too much.
"If my old gaffer was here right now he'd..uff!" Sam started furiously, but was cut short by Pippin ploughing right into him. The hyperactive hobbit shot right out of the room with a last 'hee hee!!!' Merry sighed.
"I guess we'd better follow him," he said. Gandalf and Boromir joined them, having seen the whole thing. Gollum cautiously tagged along behind them. Sam sighed.
"I guess we have more to worry about than you, Stinker. Alright, you can come with us."
"The lighter haired drunken hobbit hasss my pixie sticksss?" Gollum asked, feeling alarmed that the sugary treat could fall into such dangerous hands.
"I'm afraid so."
The group were just about to leave the building when the same frightening young woman they had encountered earlier on confronted them.
"Oi, wait up a sec! You haven't paid, yet!" The Fellowship minus Aragorn and Pippin plus Arwen and Eowyn stared at each other (Frodo just giggled, Sam keeping hold of him in the knowledge that there would be even more mayhem if he was set loose).
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A/N: [1] Mae govannen is a greeting: it means 'well met'. Nae saian luume' means 'it has been too long'.
[2] Vedui' means 'greetings'.
Hope that wasn't too random for you, and I hope you liked it. Thank you Cuwen for the 'broken windmill' gag! Actually, I felt that this particular chapter was a little forced: I seem to be losing my humour..oh, well. I can just channel all my negative energy into writing more poems on fiction- press. Need to write more fics, too; this one looks a bit lonely on my account page, now that all my poems have been moved! Anyway, reviews appreciated, random rudeness is fed to my pet Balrog! Next time: Aragorn gets drunk (not another one!) Boromir gets his revenge!
Until next time! =^_^=
DISCLAIMER: LotR is not mine. LotR is Tolkien's. There, I said it so don't sue me! : P
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"Yaaaargh! We cannot stop, precioussss!" Sam turned around.
"You're hopeless"
"Gollum scowled as he finally managed to clumsily skitter to a halt. "You're the naassty little hobbit that took my pixie sticks!"
"I ain't got no pixie sticks," Sam snapped curtly, "and I have more respect for myself then to go sneaking about trying to take anything off others," he added rather pointedly. He turned on his heel haughtily, but fell backwards as the skates went forward without him with a heavy *thud*. Gollum snickered.
"Ssstupid fat hobbit!"
Aragorn looked on, mildly amused. He had long gotten tired of tormenting Boromir (who was now giving him the cold shoulder, big time). Everything was going just fine for him, when all of the sudden:
"Aragorn! Estel, darling, why did you run off like that? I've been worried sick for the past few hours!" Aragorn groaned. It was Arwen. And it looked as if she had brought Eowyn with her. The ranger looked up, and stared.
"My lady, what have you done to your hair?" Arwen laughed. Her hair was a very dark shade of pink.
"I think it looks rather fetching, don't you?"
"It certainly is...unusual. But how come your hair turned pink and Eowyn's didn't, and your hair is darker?"
Eowyn frowned, but caught a glimpse of Legolas and smiled.
"I think that the solution Gandalf conjured up is reactant to elven hair, only."
"Or rather, the solution Pippin 'helped' to conjure up," Aragorn muttered. "But Eowyn, shouldn't Faramir be with you, or vice versa?"
"Yes, well men can be so irritating sometimes, that's all. No offence meant," Eowyn added quickly. Aragorn sighed mentally- all he wanted was a little peace. He headed towards the exit.
"Excuse me, my ladies, but there is ...business I have to attend. Arwen, I shall be back soon." With that, he skated away.
"Men," the two ladies sighed witheringly to each other. The two made their way over to Legolas, Arwen occasionally giggling at Eowyn, who at times looked similar to a broken windmill in gale force winds, trying to keep her balance. Arwen, of course, was having no trouble whatsoever in maintaining her elven grace.
Actually, it seemed as though the pinkness of Legolas' hair was beginning to fade: the colour wasn't so conspicuous as it was before. The elf couldn't help feeling as if he would miss the different hair colour: he had met some interesting people because of it, and in truth was starting to grow fond of it. He turned to meet the two, somehow managing to restrain his a smirk at Eowyn's half-hearted balance.
"Mae govannen, Undomiel! Eowyn.*snicker* nae saian luume'," Smiled Legolas. [1]
"Vedui', Legolas! You look well.." Eowyn replied, glancing at his hair. [2]
"Care for some kick, my ladies?"
"..Beg your pardon?" The two women looked shocked.
"It's called 'punch', mate," whispered one of Legolas' new- found friends.
So there the group were, holding cups of punch and talking about the day's strange events.
"..And Gimli couldn't even stand up for half a second, the great lump!" They all chuckled.
"I heard that, Elf!" the disgruntled dwarf yelled from across the hall. Legolas ignored him.
"Ah, don't tease him like that, he doesn't deserve it, the poor dear. It isn't his fault he isn't an elf," scolded Eowyn, though she was still trying not to laugh. Gimli came over to join in the conversation, also armed with a cup of punch. He almost got started about the Boromir-fairy story, but Legolas nudged him.
"You'd better not, Boromir's in ear-shot." Sure enough, Boromir looked as if he was about to cry; he'd had enough teasing and torment from Aragorn, already. (Actually, the incident wasn't entirely his fault: there were a gang of rowdy children living back in Gondor, and that day after taking a shower Boromir discovered that all his other underwear was missing, the whole drawer gone save the girly pair that the gang put in them, so he really had no option.) Gimli nodded, reluctantly.
"Well, maybe some other time." Legolas sighed and took a sip of his punch. What happened after that was a bit of a blur. Legolas' face contorted suddenly and spat out the liquid, right into Gimli's face.
"THAT DOES IT! NOW YOU'VE GOT ME ANG-"
"There's.. something in the punch!" Legolas choked. Gimli paused and tried his. He frowned.
"Some kind of strong spirit? This punch has been 'spiked', as these people say, and with a very alcoholic content, may I add. Someone could get very ill, drinking this stuff."
"Alcohol? But that means...OH GREAT MORGOTH, NO, PIPPIN, FRODO, DON'T DRINK THAT!!!"
Too late. Both hobbits had downed their drinks in a second. Frodo paused and frowned, looking a little disorientated. Pippin was already becoming ten times more of a danger hazard then he was on a sugar high. A devilish grin formed on his face, and he began whizzing about, round and round the skating hall like a deranged miniature tornado, laughing gleefully, manically. Frodo continued to frown.
"Mr. Frodo? Are you feeling alright..?" Sam wavered, uncertainly. Suddenly Frodo turned round, beaming all over his face, eyes sparkling menacingly.
"I've been learning some magic, Sam: I know how to cast about a frost. I think I'd quite like to try it out in the garden, Sam, I think the summer flowers would like that!" he smiled. Sam screamed. This bit of plant torture was all too much.
"If my old gaffer was here right now he'd..uff!" Sam started furiously, but was cut short by Pippin ploughing right into him. The hyperactive hobbit shot right out of the room with a last 'hee hee!!!' Merry sighed.
"I guess we'd better follow him," he said. Gandalf and Boromir joined them, having seen the whole thing. Gollum cautiously tagged along behind them. Sam sighed.
"I guess we have more to worry about than you, Stinker. Alright, you can come with us."
"The lighter haired drunken hobbit hasss my pixie sticksss?" Gollum asked, feeling alarmed that the sugary treat could fall into such dangerous hands.
"I'm afraid so."
The group were just about to leave the building when the same frightening young woman they had encountered earlier on confronted them.
"Oi, wait up a sec! You haven't paid, yet!" The Fellowship minus Aragorn and Pippin plus Arwen and Eowyn stared at each other (Frodo just giggled, Sam keeping hold of him in the knowledge that there would be even more mayhem if he was set loose).
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A/N: [1] Mae govannen is a greeting: it means 'well met'. Nae saian luume' means 'it has been too long'.
[2] Vedui' means 'greetings'.
Hope that wasn't too random for you, and I hope you liked it. Thank you Cuwen for the 'broken windmill' gag! Actually, I felt that this particular chapter was a little forced: I seem to be losing my humour..oh, well. I can just channel all my negative energy into writing more poems on fiction- press. Need to write more fics, too; this one looks a bit lonely on my account page, now that all my poems have been moved! Anyway, reviews appreciated, random rudeness is fed to my pet Balrog! Next time: Aragorn gets drunk (not another one!) Boromir gets his revenge!
Until next time! =^_^=