*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR SETTINGS*
•I need a break from OOHEL so….here's my shot at a one chapt. fic on pointless crap.•
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Frodo and the Fellowship (minus Boromir) walked into a strange tavern and ordered a round of drinks. They tasted all right, but the liquid was strangely multicolored, like gas or something. Then, without warning, the bar gave a huge lurch, and the seven poor guys found themselves sitting in a row on a cobblestone street getting their asses frozen from the ice below them.
"Where the hell are we, Mr. Frodo?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, Sam."
"Oh, we've been summoned to the North Pole by my cousin, Santa Claus!" squealed Gimli, unaware of how much he was disturbing passersby.
"Oh don't be absurd," scoffed Aragorn, "We've evidently drunk some sort of Transporting liquid that's sent us somewhere!"
Legolas was fussing about his appearance.
"Oh, my perfect skin! And my stunningly gorgeous hair! It's all being ruined in this dreadful weather, oh woe is me!"
"Shut up, you conceited fool! What we need to do is find Santa…"
"Pippin?"
"Yes, Merry?"
"I'm hungry."
Now, while all of this commotion had been going on, a certain trio of students had been chasing a certain blond boy around Hogsmeade, so as to jinx him.
"Malfoy, you worthless little ferret! Don't you DARE insult my sister again! I'm gonna kick your sorry ASS!"
"Ron, please, keep it down!"
"Yeah, listen to Hermione, mate. Just let him off…"
"No! The little bastard's gone too far this time and I'll make sure he-"
But what Ron was going to make sure Malfoy did was lost, because he had just accidentally tripped over Merry, who was searching his pack for food. Malfoy had done the same thing, and poor Ron landed right on top of him.
"OW! Malfoy, you're gonna pay!" and he leapt onto the smaller boy, who was trying to retrieve his wand.
Just as Harry and Hermione caught up with him, Aragorn pulled the scrabbling boys apart, and made sure they stayed apart.
"Now, I don't know why you're fighting, but you should really pick fights with people your own size. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN."
"All, all right, then…We won't…" stammered Ron, but he gave Malfoy the Death Glare when Aragorn turned away.
"Er, Ron? Who are these…people?" asked Harry, staring at the tiny Hobbits.
I don't know, but this bloke looks a bit like Hagrid, only shrunk down…" he said, pointing at Gimli.
"We are the Fellowship of the Ring," said Frodo, stepping up, "You wouldn't happen to know of Sauron, would you?"
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• Well! Maybe this will turn into more than one chapter after all! plz R/R! Thankies! ^_~ •
•I need a break from OOHEL so….here's my shot at a one chapt. fic on pointless crap.•
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Frodo and the Fellowship (minus Boromir) walked into a strange tavern and ordered a round of drinks. They tasted all right, but the liquid was strangely multicolored, like gas or something. Then, without warning, the bar gave a huge lurch, and the seven poor guys found themselves sitting in a row on a cobblestone street getting their asses frozen from the ice below them.
"Where the hell are we, Mr. Frodo?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, Sam."
"Oh, we've been summoned to the North Pole by my cousin, Santa Claus!" squealed Gimli, unaware of how much he was disturbing passersby.
"Oh don't be absurd," scoffed Aragorn, "We've evidently drunk some sort of Transporting liquid that's sent us somewhere!"
Legolas was fussing about his appearance.
"Oh, my perfect skin! And my stunningly gorgeous hair! It's all being ruined in this dreadful weather, oh woe is me!"
"Shut up, you conceited fool! What we need to do is find Santa…"
"Pippin?"
"Yes, Merry?"
"I'm hungry."
Now, while all of this commotion had been going on, a certain trio of students had been chasing a certain blond boy around Hogsmeade, so as to jinx him.
"Malfoy, you worthless little ferret! Don't you DARE insult my sister again! I'm gonna kick your sorry ASS!"
"Ron, please, keep it down!"
"Yeah, listen to Hermione, mate. Just let him off…"
"No! The little bastard's gone too far this time and I'll make sure he-"
But what Ron was going to make sure Malfoy did was lost, because he had just accidentally tripped over Merry, who was searching his pack for food. Malfoy had done the same thing, and poor Ron landed right on top of him.
"OW! Malfoy, you're gonna pay!" and he leapt onto the smaller boy, who was trying to retrieve his wand.
Just as Harry and Hermione caught up with him, Aragorn pulled the scrabbling boys apart, and made sure they stayed apart.
"Now, I don't know why you're fighting, but you should really pick fights with people your own size. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN."
"All, all right, then…We won't…" stammered Ron, but he gave Malfoy the Death Glare when Aragorn turned away.
"Er, Ron? Who are these…people?" asked Harry, staring at the tiny Hobbits.
I don't know, but this bloke looks a bit like Hagrid, only shrunk down…" he said, pointing at Gimli.
"We are the Fellowship of the Ring," said Frodo, stepping up, "You wouldn't happen to know of Sauron, would you?"
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• Well! Maybe this will turn into more than one chapter after all! plz R/R! Thankies! ^_~ •
