(As I hit my head on the computer which as of TWO SECONDS ago ate my
homework...)
*clunk* Ow. *clunk* Ow. *plink!*
... Plink? AHH! IT'S A GOLDFISH!
~Niko
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Ahead of them, Meghan was not happy. She had managed to get all three of them on her rather small motorcycle, but the balance was off, and she didn't want to go very fast.
Before they had started, she had turned and informed Legolas that if he didn't want a 200 pound pile of metal on top of him when they stopped, he would need to put his legs down to help balance. She also told the both of them in no uncertain terms that they were never to mention this to anyone.
Puzzled, they agreed, and they got on. Frodo, the smallest of the three, sat in front of her, and Legolas was behind. He started to put his hands around her waist to hold on, but she snapped at him. "Hold on to my *shoulders*, Greenleaf." Frodo snickered. "And I don't need that. Now, let's go."
Now they were just ahead of Casey, who was probably not very happy either.
Legolas leaned his face close to her shoulder. "How long will we be traveling?" He said loudly over the wind.
"Maybe 10 minutes!" she yelled back. "We're trying to avoid notice here, so we have to skip the highway."
Frodo was listening. "The what?" he asked.
"Nevermind!"
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Back in the car, Casey was definitely getting annoyed. Haldir kept leaning forward and trying to turn the radio back on, getting out of his seat and blocking Casey's view. Not to mention displacing the already uncomfortable hobbits.
"Sit BACK!" yelled Casey, annoyed. He did so. A moment later, a muffled voice was heard.
"You're sitting on my head," announced Pippin.
"Oh. Sorry," said Haldir, but didn't move.
"Oooh frigg," Casey groaned, eyes widening as they waited for the light to change. "Oh, bad, bad, BAD!"
"What is it?" Glorfindel asked.
"Krissie."
"What?" Just then the light changed and they turned up the hill.
"Oh, God," Casey moaned and ducked under the steering wheel, out of view.
"What is she doing?" Haldir asked. Gandalf sighed impatiently. Their irritability quickly turned to horror as the car veered left across the road. Pippin screamed. Again.
"Get up!" Elrohir (the closer twin) yelled at Casey. Then, on instinct, he grabbed the wheel and pulled it to a hard right. Casey popped up again.
"No problem," she chirped happily and took the wheel.
Kristian stared after the car crammed with people. She could have sworn it hadn't had a driver. She looked down at the dog, up at the retreating car, then back down at the dog. "I really need more sleep," she told him.
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Meghan glanced down at the fuel gage. "That's not good," she said cryptically.
"What is it?" Legolas asked.
"We need gas." Just as cryptically.
"Gas?"
"The stuff that makes this work."
"Is that bad?"
"Quite."
"Oh."
"Shut up, Greenleaf." She could feel him tense in anger, and Frodo shake with laughter. She turned right and went down the hill, pulling into a gravel driveway.
"Off," she informed Legolas.
"What?"
"I said off, Greenleaf. Put your feet on the ground and step to the left. It's not a difficult concept." He climbed off and she moved back to let Frodo off. "Now look. I can't take you two into a gas station, especially not without helmets. Look, Greenleaf, I need you to stay here, and use that supposedly wonderfully keen Elven eyesight you're reputed to have. Okay?"
They nodded tersely.
"And if someone comes?" Frodo asked, looking around nervously.
Meghan paused. She looked around and spotted what she was looking for. "There." She pointed. "Hop in that."
"What is it?"
"A dumpster."
"Oh. What's a dumpster?"
She hit her head.
"Well?"
"Good bye, Frodo. Greenleaf, if either of you get hurt, its your fault. Okay?"
"I understand."
Meghan sighed, then left, hoping against hope that no one would notice the odd pair.
Legolas watched her ride off on that. thing. she called a motorcycle, then turned to Frodo, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar horizon. His thoughts were confused. That girl obviously hated him, but he had no idea why. He also didn't understand why she kept calling him 'Greenleaf.' How did she know his name? She claimed not to know elvish, but he suspected she knew more than she let on. And why did she and that other girl-Casey she was called, insist that they go to her home when they should be concentrating on getting back to Middle Earth. He didn't understand any of this.
Frodo, beside him, was feeling the same way. He, however, most decidedly liked this girl and her strange contraption, and the other girl too. Right now, though, his thoughts were on his stomach. As if to accentuate his thought, it growled.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind by Legolas, and found himself being dragged to behind the dumpster. Legolas hissed a warning, and drew his bow, staring out intensely.
A group of youths were swaggering down the street, turning into the driveway. They were heading directly towards them. He drew his arm back, nocking an arrow and aiming.
"What are you doing?" shrilled Frodo, plucking at his arm.
"Shut up," he said, borrowing a phrase from Meghan.
"Dude, you're so drunk!" one of the youths all but yelled.
"Not as drunk as you," another responded. They started laughing, and stopped for a minute. Legolas prepared to shoot his arrow but at the last minute was distracted by the sound of Meghan's motorcycle. He veered upwards to avoid hitting her at the last possible second, and the arrow zipped past the teenagers, who were staring in drunken consternation at Meghan.
"Dude, was that an arrow?" One slurred.
As Meghan got off her bike, Frodo ran out. Legolas went after him.
"Woah. dude. he's so. short."
"He has dwarfism," Meghan informed the drunken teen.
"I'm a hob-" Frodo was cut off when Meghan discreetly kicked him.
"Why are they dressed so. dumb?" asked a drunk, chunky, blonde girl, with too much eye make up and not enough clothes.
"Uh... Renaissance Fair," Meghan lied quickly.
"Rena. Reno. Ren-hey cool! There's two of you!" yet another one informed her, pointing and squinting.
"Peachy keen. If you'll excuse me, I have to go get my medieval dress." She marched off, dragging Legolas and Frodo with her. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed at Legolas. "You can't go around shooting bloody fucking arrows at random drunk kids!"
Legolas shrugged. "My first priority is protecting the ring bearer."
"And a fine job you'll do locked in a jail cell for killing a kid! You really don't get it, do you, Greenleaf?" she asked, starting the bike.
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Stupid... Stupid... Computer! Faugh. ANYHOO!
Reeeeeeeeeeeview! Yay!
*clunk* Ow. *clunk* Ow. *plink!*
... Plink? AHH! IT'S A GOLDFISH!
~Niko
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ahead of them, Meghan was not happy. She had managed to get all three of them on her rather small motorcycle, but the balance was off, and she didn't want to go very fast.
Before they had started, she had turned and informed Legolas that if he didn't want a 200 pound pile of metal on top of him when they stopped, he would need to put his legs down to help balance. She also told the both of them in no uncertain terms that they were never to mention this to anyone.
Puzzled, they agreed, and they got on. Frodo, the smallest of the three, sat in front of her, and Legolas was behind. He started to put his hands around her waist to hold on, but she snapped at him. "Hold on to my *shoulders*, Greenleaf." Frodo snickered. "And I don't need that. Now, let's go."
Now they were just ahead of Casey, who was probably not very happy either.
Legolas leaned his face close to her shoulder. "How long will we be traveling?" He said loudly over the wind.
"Maybe 10 minutes!" she yelled back. "We're trying to avoid notice here, so we have to skip the highway."
Frodo was listening. "The what?" he asked.
"Nevermind!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Back in the car, Casey was definitely getting annoyed. Haldir kept leaning forward and trying to turn the radio back on, getting out of his seat and blocking Casey's view. Not to mention displacing the already uncomfortable hobbits.
"Sit BACK!" yelled Casey, annoyed. He did so. A moment later, a muffled voice was heard.
"You're sitting on my head," announced Pippin.
"Oh. Sorry," said Haldir, but didn't move.
"Oooh frigg," Casey groaned, eyes widening as they waited for the light to change. "Oh, bad, bad, BAD!"
"What is it?" Glorfindel asked.
"Krissie."
"What?" Just then the light changed and they turned up the hill.
"Oh, God," Casey moaned and ducked under the steering wheel, out of view.
"What is she doing?" Haldir asked. Gandalf sighed impatiently. Their irritability quickly turned to horror as the car veered left across the road. Pippin screamed. Again.
"Get up!" Elrohir (the closer twin) yelled at Casey. Then, on instinct, he grabbed the wheel and pulled it to a hard right. Casey popped up again.
"No problem," she chirped happily and took the wheel.
Kristian stared after the car crammed with people. She could have sworn it hadn't had a driver. She looked down at the dog, up at the retreating car, then back down at the dog. "I really need more sleep," she told him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meghan glanced down at the fuel gage. "That's not good," she said cryptically.
"What is it?" Legolas asked.
"We need gas." Just as cryptically.
"Gas?"
"The stuff that makes this work."
"Is that bad?"
"Quite."
"Oh."
"Shut up, Greenleaf." She could feel him tense in anger, and Frodo shake with laughter. She turned right and went down the hill, pulling into a gravel driveway.
"Off," she informed Legolas.
"What?"
"I said off, Greenleaf. Put your feet on the ground and step to the left. It's not a difficult concept." He climbed off and she moved back to let Frodo off. "Now look. I can't take you two into a gas station, especially not without helmets. Look, Greenleaf, I need you to stay here, and use that supposedly wonderfully keen Elven eyesight you're reputed to have. Okay?"
They nodded tersely.
"And if someone comes?" Frodo asked, looking around nervously.
Meghan paused. She looked around and spotted what she was looking for. "There." She pointed. "Hop in that."
"What is it?"
"A dumpster."
"Oh. What's a dumpster?"
She hit her head.
"Well?"
"Good bye, Frodo. Greenleaf, if either of you get hurt, its your fault. Okay?"
"I understand."
Meghan sighed, then left, hoping against hope that no one would notice the odd pair.
Legolas watched her ride off on that. thing. she called a motorcycle, then turned to Frodo, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar horizon. His thoughts were confused. That girl obviously hated him, but he had no idea why. He also didn't understand why she kept calling him 'Greenleaf.' How did she know his name? She claimed not to know elvish, but he suspected she knew more than she let on. And why did she and that other girl-Casey she was called, insist that they go to her home when they should be concentrating on getting back to Middle Earth. He didn't understand any of this.
Frodo, beside him, was feeling the same way. He, however, most decidedly liked this girl and her strange contraption, and the other girl too. Right now, though, his thoughts were on his stomach. As if to accentuate his thought, it growled.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind by Legolas, and found himself being dragged to behind the dumpster. Legolas hissed a warning, and drew his bow, staring out intensely.
A group of youths were swaggering down the street, turning into the driveway. They were heading directly towards them. He drew his arm back, nocking an arrow and aiming.
"What are you doing?" shrilled Frodo, plucking at his arm.
"Shut up," he said, borrowing a phrase from Meghan.
"Dude, you're so drunk!" one of the youths all but yelled.
"Not as drunk as you," another responded. They started laughing, and stopped for a minute. Legolas prepared to shoot his arrow but at the last minute was distracted by the sound of Meghan's motorcycle. He veered upwards to avoid hitting her at the last possible second, and the arrow zipped past the teenagers, who were staring in drunken consternation at Meghan.
"Dude, was that an arrow?" One slurred.
As Meghan got off her bike, Frodo ran out. Legolas went after him.
"Woah. dude. he's so. short."
"He has dwarfism," Meghan informed the drunken teen.
"I'm a hob-" Frodo was cut off when Meghan discreetly kicked him.
"Why are they dressed so. dumb?" asked a drunk, chunky, blonde girl, with too much eye make up and not enough clothes.
"Uh... Renaissance Fair," Meghan lied quickly.
"Rena. Reno. Ren-hey cool! There's two of you!" yet another one informed her, pointing and squinting.
"Peachy keen. If you'll excuse me, I have to go get my medieval dress." She marched off, dragging Legolas and Frodo with her. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed at Legolas. "You can't go around shooting bloody fucking arrows at random drunk kids!"
Legolas shrugged. "My first priority is protecting the ring bearer."
"And a fine job you'll do locked in a jail cell for killing a kid! You really don't get it, do you, Greenleaf?" she asked, starting the bike.
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