The Fellowship House
Chapter 16
by Resisting Arrest
a/n: no flames please,r/r.
disclaimer: I don't own the characters,or anything else that you recognise as J.R.R. Tolkien's.Don't sue me cause I'm making no money off this.
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"Yes!" exclaimed Saruman,laying down some playing cards on the cold concrete floor of the jail cell.
"What are you so happy about?Where not playing for money.So you can't buy a corset,Mr. Queen." muttered Elrond.He had lost every game so far.
"At least I don't wear a little tiara,Pocohantas." retorted Saruman.
The two were sitting on the floor enjoying a game of Poker with Celeborn.Pippin looked at them.
"Hey..we're in jail.Where'd ya get the cards?" asked Pippin.
Saruman jerked his head over to his staff in the corner.Pippin gaped.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's collapseable.I hid it in my.."
"Nevermind," interrupted Pippin hastily,"why don't you just magic us out of here!?"
Saruman looked as if it had never occurred to him.
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Aragorn pulled off his boots,his face still burning red.He had never been so humilated in all his-
"Hello,Ranger." said a voice,waking Aragorn from his embarrassed reverie.
The tall elf leaned casually on the doorframe,a small smirk on his face.Aragorn wondered..nah..he couldn't have found out about his unfortunate experience at the Middle-Earth Mart.
"Hi,Legolas." said Aragorn,trying to sound normal.He limped past Legolas,headed for his room,but a small giggle from behind him.
"What?" he said,exasperated.
"Nothing..nothing.."
Aragorn continued walking.
"Heh..Pervert." More giggles.
Aragorn turned,but the elf had gone.
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"I can't believe you had the staff the whole time." whined Elrond.
"At least we got out before you two c consented to play strip poker with Saruman." replied an annoyed Galadriel,slapping the back of Celeborn's head.The group had left Saruman behind in jail.He said he had plans with the guard later that night.
Pippin yawned.These people were even more foolish than he was.
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Endnotes: Short,I know.Please review,no flames.
Chapter 16
by Resisting Arrest
a/n: no flames please,r/r.
disclaimer: I don't own the characters,or anything else that you recognise as J.R.R. Tolkien's.Don't sue me cause I'm making no money off this.
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"Yes!" exclaimed Saruman,laying down some playing cards on the cold concrete floor of the jail cell.
"What are you so happy about?Where not playing for money.So you can't buy a corset,Mr. Queen." muttered Elrond.He had lost every game so far.
"At least I don't wear a little tiara,Pocohantas." retorted Saruman.
The two were sitting on the floor enjoying a game of Poker with Celeborn.Pippin looked at them.
"Hey..we're in jail.Where'd ya get the cards?" asked Pippin.
Saruman jerked his head over to his staff in the corner.Pippin gaped.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's collapseable.I hid it in my.."
"Nevermind," interrupted Pippin hastily,"why don't you just magic us out of here!?"
Saruman looked as if it had never occurred to him.
---
Aragorn pulled off his boots,his face still burning red.He had never been so humilated in all his-
"Hello,Ranger." said a voice,waking Aragorn from his embarrassed reverie.
The tall elf leaned casually on the doorframe,a small smirk on his face.Aragorn wondered..nah..he couldn't have found out about his unfortunate experience at the Middle-Earth Mart.
"Hi,Legolas." said Aragorn,trying to sound normal.He limped past Legolas,headed for his room,but a small giggle from behind him.
"What?" he said,exasperated.
"Nothing..nothing.."
Aragorn continued walking.
"Heh..Pervert." More giggles.
Aragorn turned,but the elf had gone.
---
"I can't believe you had the staff the whole time." whined Elrond.
"At least we got out before you two c consented to play strip poker with Saruman." replied an annoyed Galadriel,slapping the back of Celeborn's head.The group had left Saruman behind in jail.He said he had plans with the guard later that night.
Pippin yawned.These people were even more foolish than he was.
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Endnotes: Short,I know.Please review,no flames.