Back after a REAL long delay, but ha! The school term is finally over!!
Which means- nothing to do for 5 months!! Whoo hoo!! Thanks to all the
wonderful and patient reviewers, and sorry for taking so long!!!
Screaming and shouting could be heard a mile away from the room. The majority of its constituents were unconscious. The rest of them were beating each other up. Finally, with a bang from the end of his wand, Dumbledore silenced them, waking all those who had been knocked out.
"YOU SHALL NOT BANG!" shrieked Gandalf at the other wizard.
"He'll bang if he wants ter!" yelled Hagrid.
"No he won't!" yelled Gandalf.
This started the fight all over again. In the midst of the kicking and screaming, Eowyn moved discreetly to the spot where Arwen was, and punched her in the nose.
"Don't hit my little girl, Mr. Eowyn," said Elrond menacingly.
"I beg your pardon?" asked an insulted Lady Eowyn.
"Um, sorry," replied the Elven lord too late, as the lady of Rohan began pulling his hair and hitting him with his little crown thing.
The chaos had reigned again.
Suddenly the door banged open. The occupants of the room shielded their eyes as two glowing figures emerged from the hall outside.
"It's Celeborn and Galadriel!" cried Gimli in glee.
"No," said a voice. As they watched, the two figures merged into one, and began glowing more.
"That's it!" moaned Boromir. "Now I'm dead AND blind!"
Legolas gasped. He then dove under the remains of the table. "It's Mary Sue!" he cried.
The figure, now not glowing anymore, glared at him. It was a tall, slender, beautiful Elven maiden. Luthien Tinuviel.
"I am Luthien Tinuviel, Elven princess extraordinaire," she said serenely, "And please do hurry this up, I've got cookies baking!"
"You do?" asked Pippin excitedly.
"You're Luthien Tinuviel?" asked Hermione. "Weren't you the commentator at the Final of the Fantasy Cup? Weren't there two of you?"
"Why're you asking so many questions, Miss Granger?" asked Snape menacingly. "Worried about not knowing so much?"
"We are now one," Luthien said, " And we are slightly annoyed."
She looked at Boromir, who was rolling about on the floor, moaning that he couldn't see.
"I am to be the commentator for the Olympics, this time to be held in-"
"Hogwarts!" exclaimed Dumbledore.
"Gondor!" exclaimed Aragorn.
Luthien Tinuviel smiled at the Ranger. "As much as I would have liked to agree with Aragorn-" she began, but Harry yelled dumbly, "Partiality! It should be in Hogwarts because I, great, cute, brave and loyal Harry Potter says so!"
Luthien Tinuviel turned to the boy. Serene and calm as she looked, there was a spark in her eye that showed she was no less than what she was when she was two people.
"Tatooine," she said curtly. She turned to the others. "The Olympics will be on the Outer Rim planet of Tatooine. You will have three weeks to prepare yourself. A paper will be put up on the central billboard where you can find out what other activities the Olympics will consist of. Prepare well, and," she turned to the Hogwarts gang, "No cheating!"
She turned and left, after glowing some more.
The two groups of people of various species looked at each other.
"I guess we will be facing each other once more, Albus," said Gandalf.
"Yes, we will be," said Dumbledore gravely. "We will play fairly if you do."
"We will if you will," said Gandalf.
"We will."
"Then we will," Gandalf said.
"Good," said Dumbledore. "So, where's the central billboard anyway?"
This signaled more chaos, as both teams rammed into each other from two sides of the room, like in a game of American football, to get to the opposite side of the room where they presumed the billboard was.
Amid the chaos, Pippin yelled, "Merry!"
"What?" yelled Merry.
"I know where it is!" Pippin yelled back.
"Where is it, Pip?" Merry yelled.
"The Central Bilbo's in Rivendell!" Pippin yelled triumphantly.
"Fool of a Took!" exclaimed Gandalf, whacking Pippin on the head. "Bill- BOARD! Not BILBO!"
"Oh," said Pippin faintly. "I knew that!"
The door burst open again, and everyone stopped. Luthien Tinuviel was standing there again, looking furious.
"I burnt three batches of cookies for Beren to explain stuff to you lot!" she exclaimed. "And you're still fighting! The central billboard is right there!" She pointed to the wall, where, in huge red letters it spelt, 'THE CENTRAL BILLBOARD.'
"Oooh," said everyone. Before there could be another mad dash to get to it, Luthien Tinuviel said, "Cedric, Boromir you read it out."
"Why them?" asked Harry and Frodo at the same time. The two protagonists began a staring contest, which Frodo won courtesy of his ultra large eyes.
"Because we're dead!" said Cedric, smiling at Boromir. The man of Gondor did not return the smile. "Some people like it!" exclaimed Cedric.
The two of them went towards the central billboard and read out the following-
Track events- running in large circles
Shot Put, Javelin, Hammer throw
Long Jump, High Jump and Deep Jump
Football
Pod Racing
Bantha Riding
Lightsabre Duelling
"Is that it?" asked Boromir.
"What's a Bantha? What's a Pod? What's a lightsabre?" asked Pippin at a hyper-fast rate. "Can we eat any of the above?"
"All shall be explained in this," said Luthien Tinuviel, handing Gandalf and Dumbledore two gigantic books. "The rules, regulations and all that nonsense. Have fun!"
Gandalf immediately began poring into the book, occasionally reading stuff out loud to no one in particular.
"Only two events per Elf," he read, shocked. "No!"
The Hogwarts crew sniggered evilly at this. With Legolas and Arwen restricted to only two events, they'd have a tiny bit of hope. Or so they thought- until Gandalf triumphantly read, "No magic whatsoever!"
"WHAT?" bellowed all the wizards so loudly that Elrond, Arwen and Legolas fainted due to the impact on their highly sensitive ears.
"Heh," said Aragorn, more out of delight at seeing Arwen's unconscious form than at the information. "No magic."
Dumbledore shook his head gravely. "We shall win anyway. We are the better team."
"Oh please!" scoffed Gimli. "You couldn't be a better team if one hit you on the head!"
There was silence as everyone stared at Gimli, trying to make sense out of what he had just said.
"It's an 'in' joke with the Dwarves in Moria," said Gimli with a chuckle.
"They're dead!" muttered Boromir. "They're ALL DEAD!! EVERYONE'S DEAD!! I'M DEAD! PRETTY BOY THERE'S DEAD!! DEAD! DEAD!! DEAD!!!!" He proceeded to take hold of his shield and began bonking his head on it.
"He's got some issues," said George Weasley, watching the poor crazy man.
"Well, come on," said Aragorn, as he and Gandalf picked Boromir up and took him out of the room. Merry, Pippin, Sam and Gimli dragged the unconscious Elves out of the room, two Hobbits required for Elrond, whose cloak had caught onto the splintered remains of the table. Frodo walked broodily behind them, concentrating on getting the fudge un-stuck. Eowyn brought up the rear, stepping on Arwen every chance she got and throwing dirty looks at Elrond as well.
"Mr. Eowyn indeed!" she muttered darkly.
"See you in three weeks!" called Aragorn, as the two teams parted.
As soon as the Middle-Earthians were out of the room, Albus Dumbledore turned to his colleagues and students, and began rubbing his hands together with a wholly evil grin.
"Heh, heh," he said gravely.
What is that old coot up to now? Wait and see as the two teams begin their extensive training!! Please do review and tell me what you think of the 'games'!
Screaming and shouting could be heard a mile away from the room. The majority of its constituents were unconscious. The rest of them were beating each other up. Finally, with a bang from the end of his wand, Dumbledore silenced them, waking all those who had been knocked out.
"YOU SHALL NOT BANG!" shrieked Gandalf at the other wizard.
"He'll bang if he wants ter!" yelled Hagrid.
"No he won't!" yelled Gandalf.
This started the fight all over again. In the midst of the kicking and screaming, Eowyn moved discreetly to the spot where Arwen was, and punched her in the nose.
"Don't hit my little girl, Mr. Eowyn," said Elrond menacingly.
"I beg your pardon?" asked an insulted Lady Eowyn.
"Um, sorry," replied the Elven lord too late, as the lady of Rohan began pulling his hair and hitting him with his little crown thing.
The chaos had reigned again.
Suddenly the door banged open. The occupants of the room shielded their eyes as two glowing figures emerged from the hall outside.
"It's Celeborn and Galadriel!" cried Gimli in glee.
"No," said a voice. As they watched, the two figures merged into one, and began glowing more.
"That's it!" moaned Boromir. "Now I'm dead AND blind!"
Legolas gasped. He then dove under the remains of the table. "It's Mary Sue!" he cried.
The figure, now not glowing anymore, glared at him. It was a tall, slender, beautiful Elven maiden. Luthien Tinuviel.
"I am Luthien Tinuviel, Elven princess extraordinaire," she said serenely, "And please do hurry this up, I've got cookies baking!"
"You do?" asked Pippin excitedly.
"You're Luthien Tinuviel?" asked Hermione. "Weren't you the commentator at the Final of the Fantasy Cup? Weren't there two of you?"
"Why're you asking so many questions, Miss Granger?" asked Snape menacingly. "Worried about not knowing so much?"
"We are now one," Luthien said, " And we are slightly annoyed."
She looked at Boromir, who was rolling about on the floor, moaning that he couldn't see.
"I am to be the commentator for the Olympics, this time to be held in-"
"Hogwarts!" exclaimed Dumbledore.
"Gondor!" exclaimed Aragorn.
Luthien Tinuviel smiled at the Ranger. "As much as I would have liked to agree with Aragorn-" she began, but Harry yelled dumbly, "Partiality! It should be in Hogwarts because I, great, cute, brave and loyal Harry Potter says so!"
Luthien Tinuviel turned to the boy. Serene and calm as she looked, there was a spark in her eye that showed she was no less than what she was when she was two people.
"Tatooine," she said curtly. She turned to the others. "The Olympics will be on the Outer Rim planet of Tatooine. You will have three weeks to prepare yourself. A paper will be put up on the central billboard where you can find out what other activities the Olympics will consist of. Prepare well, and," she turned to the Hogwarts gang, "No cheating!"
She turned and left, after glowing some more.
The two groups of people of various species looked at each other.
"I guess we will be facing each other once more, Albus," said Gandalf.
"Yes, we will be," said Dumbledore gravely. "We will play fairly if you do."
"We will if you will," said Gandalf.
"We will."
"Then we will," Gandalf said.
"Good," said Dumbledore. "So, where's the central billboard anyway?"
This signaled more chaos, as both teams rammed into each other from two sides of the room, like in a game of American football, to get to the opposite side of the room where they presumed the billboard was.
Amid the chaos, Pippin yelled, "Merry!"
"What?" yelled Merry.
"I know where it is!" Pippin yelled back.
"Where is it, Pip?" Merry yelled.
"The Central Bilbo's in Rivendell!" Pippin yelled triumphantly.
"Fool of a Took!" exclaimed Gandalf, whacking Pippin on the head. "Bill- BOARD! Not BILBO!"
"Oh," said Pippin faintly. "I knew that!"
The door burst open again, and everyone stopped. Luthien Tinuviel was standing there again, looking furious.
"I burnt three batches of cookies for Beren to explain stuff to you lot!" she exclaimed. "And you're still fighting! The central billboard is right there!" She pointed to the wall, where, in huge red letters it spelt, 'THE CENTRAL BILLBOARD.'
"Oooh," said everyone. Before there could be another mad dash to get to it, Luthien Tinuviel said, "Cedric, Boromir you read it out."
"Why them?" asked Harry and Frodo at the same time. The two protagonists began a staring contest, which Frodo won courtesy of his ultra large eyes.
"Because we're dead!" said Cedric, smiling at Boromir. The man of Gondor did not return the smile. "Some people like it!" exclaimed Cedric.
The two of them went towards the central billboard and read out the following-
Track events- running in large circles
Shot Put, Javelin, Hammer throw
Long Jump, High Jump and Deep Jump
Football
Pod Racing
Bantha Riding
Lightsabre Duelling
"Is that it?" asked Boromir.
"What's a Bantha? What's a Pod? What's a lightsabre?" asked Pippin at a hyper-fast rate. "Can we eat any of the above?"
"All shall be explained in this," said Luthien Tinuviel, handing Gandalf and Dumbledore two gigantic books. "The rules, regulations and all that nonsense. Have fun!"
Gandalf immediately began poring into the book, occasionally reading stuff out loud to no one in particular.
"Only two events per Elf," he read, shocked. "No!"
The Hogwarts crew sniggered evilly at this. With Legolas and Arwen restricted to only two events, they'd have a tiny bit of hope. Or so they thought- until Gandalf triumphantly read, "No magic whatsoever!"
"WHAT?" bellowed all the wizards so loudly that Elrond, Arwen and Legolas fainted due to the impact on their highly sensitive ears.
"Heh," said Aragorn, more out of delight at seeing Arwen's unconscious form than at the information. "No magic."
Dumbledore shook his head gravely. "We shall win anyway. We are the better team."
"Oh please!" scoffed Gimli. "You couldn't be a better team if one hit you on the head!"
There was silence as everyone stared at Gimli, trying to make sense out of what he had just said.
"It's an 'in' joke with the Dwarves in Moria," said Gimli with a chuckle.
"They're dead!" muttered Boromir. "They're ALL DEAD!! EVERYONE'S DEAD!! I'M DEAD! PRETTY BOY THERE'S DEAD!! DEAD! DEAD!! DEAD!!!!" He proceeded to take hold of his shield and began bonking his head on it.
"He's got some issues," said George Weasley, watching the poor crazy man.
"Well, come on," said Aragorn, as he and Gandalf picked Boromir up and took him out of the room. Merry, Pippin, Sam and Gimli dragged the unconscious Elves out of the room, two Hobbits required for Elrond, whose cloak had caught onto the splintered remains of the table. Frodo walked broodily behind them, concentrating on getting the fudge un-stuck. Eowyn brought up the rear, stepping on Arwen every chance she got and throwing dirty looks at Elrond as well.
"Mr. Eowyn indeed!" she muttered darkly.
"See you in three weeks!" called Aragorn, as the two teams parted.
As soon as the Middle-Earthians were out of the room, Albus Dumbledore turned to his colleagues and students, and began rubbing his hands together with a wholly evil grin.
"Heh, heh," he said gravely.
What is that old coot up to now? Wait and see as the two teams begin their extensive training!! Please do review and tell me what you think of the 'games'!
