A/N: Once again, I've taken ages to update. 4 months, to be more accurate. o_O; I'm really sorry about that. I just keep procrastinating, especially with a new Matrix fic up and running. Oh, well; this is the last chapter! *Sobs* Perhaps I can do a sequel to 'Fun and Games'. Valinor help the elves. Especially Haldir and Celeborn. @_@
DISCLAIMER: LotR and characters are not mine so don't sue.
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Aragorn sat in the smoky bar, downing his third ale. Hiccupping he sighed.
"Women".
Suddenly Eowyn and Arwen burst in on him, the rest of the Fellowship following. (Actually, Pippin and Frodo weren't following; they were being carried like sacs underneath the arms of Legolas and Boromir. The punch seemed to have taken its toll on the hobbits.) Arwen looked furious.
"Aragorn! What have I told you about drinking? We've been worried sick."
"Aaah, shaddap ya nag..." and Aragorn promptly fell off the stool, unconscious. Arwen stared, and turned to Eowyn, who just shrugged.
"...Dear me, not another," sighed Gandalf. "I wonder how he managed to sneak out of that skating place."
"Anything would have been better than saying 'look over there!' and then running away... h-hey, what are you doing???" spluttered Legolas to Boromir (who was drawing squiggly lines and shapes on Aragorn's face with a permanent marker.)
"Getting my revenge; what else would I do?" Boromir said in what would have been an innocent tone, if it weren't for the grin on his face.
"Alright, that's enough. Do you want to get back or not?" said Gandalf. Everyone who could nod nodded. "Good. Gimli, take Pippin off of Boromir and Boromir you take charge of Aragorn." Boromir scowled, gave Pippin to Gimli and slung Aragorn carelessly over his shoulder.
The odd group set off to wherever it was that they had landed in the beginning, everyone gathered around Gandalf, who produced a small phial of blue goo. He poured the contents onto the ground, and it spread out quickly into a goo-filled hole slightly wider than Gimli's width. Gandalf looked weary, and surveyed the group.
"I think I'll go in last this time, so I can keep an eye on you all. Well, go on, before the hole closes!" He snapped. One by one the group jumped in, Arwen and Legolas being a little hesitant at first, considering what had happened to their hair the last time (it was all very well looking odd in an odd place, but they would never live it down back in Middle Earth if the same thing happened). But eventually everyone went in, until only Gandalf and Gollum were left. Just before Gollum jumped into the goo, Gollum turned to Gandalf:
"I shhhould have locked the pixsssie stick cupboard," said Gollum thoughtfully, and jumped into the hole. Gandalf slapped his forehead, and was about to join the others when a something grey caught his eye.
"My hat!" He rushed over to it, and jammed it on his head with a triumphant smile. With that he jumped into the goo, holding onto his hat.
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Now everyone is back on Middle Earth. I guess you're wondering what happened to everyone (well, probably not, but I'll tell you anyway):
To the elves' relief, neither Arwen's nor Legolas' hair dyed blue, but returned to their original colour. Legolas and Gimli held a truce, and after he woke up screaming as he saw himself (Arwen held a mirror over him) Aragorn insisted that he'd be taken to Elrond to be cured. He was, eventually, 'cured' (after Arwen convinced her father and the other healers that he wasn't a demon sent by Morgoth). Eowyn went back to Faramir to tell her story.
Meanwhile Gandalf swore he'd never try to change the past again, and Boromir found his underwear. Sam now warily guarded his garden from a bewildered Frodo, and Gollum finally locked his pixie stick cupboard.
And Merry never let Pippin within an inch of anything sugary ever again.
THE END.
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A/N: *Sniffles* I'll miss writing chappies to this fic. But I'm happy, coz I finishes it in the end! Please R&R! Thankies! =^_^=
DISCLAIMER: LotR and characters are not mine so don't sue.
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Aragorn sat in the smoky bar, downing his third ale. Hiccupping he sighed.
"Women".
Suddenly Eowyn and Arwen burst in on him, the rest of the Fellowship following. (Actually, Pippin and Frodo weren't following; they were being carried like sacs underneath the arms of Legolas and Boromir. The punch seemed to have taken its toll on the hobbits.) Arwen looked furious.
"Aragorn! What have I told you about drinking? We've been worried sick."
"Aaah, shaddap ya nag..." and Aragorn promptly fell off the stool, unconscious. Arwen stared, and turned to Eowyn, who just shrugged.
"...Dear me, not another," sighed Gandalf. "I wonder how he managed to sneak out of that skating place."
"Anything would have been better than saying 'look over there!' and then running away... h-hey, what are you doing???" spluttered Legolas to Boromir (who was drawing squiggly lines and shapes on Aragorn's face with a permanent marker.)
"Getting my revenge; what else would I do?" Boromir said in what would have been an innocent tone, if it weren't for the grin on his face.
"Alright, that's enough. Do you want to get back or not?" said Gandalf. Everyone who could nod nodded. "Good. Gimli, take Pippin off of Boromir and Boromir you take charge of Aragorn." Boromir scowled, gave Pippin to Gimli and slung Aragorn carelessly over his shoulder.
The odd group set off to wherever it was that they had landed in the beginning, everyone gathered around Gandalf, who produced a small phial of blue goo. He poured the contents onto the ground, and it spread out quickly into a goo-filled hole slightly wider than Gimli's width. Gandalf looked weary, and surveyed the group.
"I think I'll go in last this time, so I can keep an eye on you all. Well, go on, before the hole closes!" He snapped. One by one the group jumped in, Arwen and Legolas being a little hesitant at first, considering what had happened to their hair the last time (it was all very well looking odd in an odd place, but they would never live it down back in Middle Earth if the same thing happened). But eventually everyone went in, until only Gandalf and Gollum were left. Just before Gollum jumped into the goo, Gollum turned to Gandalf:
"I shhhould have locked the pixsssie stick cupboard," said Gollum thoughtfully, and jumped into the hole. Gandalf slapped his forehead, and was about to join the others when a something grey caught his eye.
"My hat!" He rushed over to it, and jammed it on his head with a triumphant smile. With that he jumped into the goo, holding onto his hat.
* * * * * * * * * *
Now everyone is back on Middle Earth. I guess you're wondering what happened to everyone (well, probably not, but I'll tell you anyway):
To the elves' relief, neither Arwen's nor Legolas' hair dyed blue, but returned to their original colour. Legolas and Gimli held a truce, and after he woke up screaming as he saw himself (Arwen held a mirror over him) Aragorn insisted that he'd be taken to Elrond to be cured. He was, eventually, 'cured' (after Arwen convinced her father and the other healers that he wasn't a demon sent by Morgoth). Eowyn went back to Faramir to tell her story.
Meanwhile Gandalf swore he'd never try to change the past again, and Boromir found his underwear. Sam now warily guarded his garden from a bewildered Frodo, and Gollum finally locked his pixie stick cupboard.
And Merry never let Pippin within an inch of anything sugary ever again.
THE END.
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A/N: *Sniffles* I'll miss writing chappies to this fic. But I'm happy, coz I finishes it in the end! Please R&R! Thankies! =^_^=