Chapter 21: Much ado about the Sketches
Disclaimer: Nothing.....
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Sara rummaged deep in her bag. Out came a small barkcloth package.
"Whazzat?" Polinn stared at Sara.
"Shhh...." she hissed back. "Curry powder, extra hot!"
*
Aragorn left his watch to Gandalf, tired, hungry, and ready for some sleep. Throwing himself down by the miserable fire, Pippin passed him a bowl of stew. For some reason, the hobbits and the girls had both come over rather giggly. Gimli was swigging down water at an alarming rate, casting baleful glances at the stew bubbling merrily in its pot. Legolas did nothing except to excuse himself, with a smile playing around his lips.
Aragorn took a bite.
"What the ----!"
"Tut, tut, minus another ten points."
Keeping straightfaced, Silei turned to Inez.
"What now? What did they do *this* time?"
"Must have been due to long periods away from home... missing out on the spice of life, aren't they?"
Then there was a loud "EEEEE" from the other side of the camp. Merry ran across, chased by an irate Diana, Shuwen, and Pris. Evidently, Merry had found their portfolio.
"Look, Frodo! Bag End! And the Shire!"
"Give those back you (Diana yelled something in a *foreign* language)!!!"
Shuwen signalled to her. Then they went for the horses. Leaping up bareback, the trio quickly cornered the hobbit. Merry scurried out from under the animals, still impudently waving the drawings.
Gwen and Inez decided to help out. The wronged three thundered after Merry and chased him straight into the waiting two. Pippin, too, decided to take sides, which led to the others deciding it was much more fun to take part in the action rather than watch. It wasn't long before an all-out war ensued, with the four hobbits against the nine girls. Silei and Polinn had just jointly grabbed Sam and were about to throw him somewhere when Gandalf stormed into their midst.
"SILENCE YOU VILE BRATS!!!!!!"
Then the Maia found himself staring into the nostrils of a large storm-grey stallion.
"You were saying?" Diana growled.
Shuwen, Diana, and Pris leapt off their mounts sulkily. Diana stormed over to Merry and yanked the parchments away from him while Pris gathered those strewn across the ground. Then came the second shriek.
"They're RUINED!!!!!!"
There was a loud rustling and then a smack as Diana threw the papers, ripped and smudged beyond repair, and now shredded even more, at the nearest being - Boromir.
"Hey I was innocent! I wanted no part in this!"
"Too BAD."
Pris and Diana stalked off into the surrounding trees, muttering darkly among themselves about the stack that had taken approximately two and a half months, several ripped papers, and approximately twenty boxes of charcoal sticks to draw. The rest were just plain relieved that the best of their sketches were kept safely away in the bags that hardly left their sides. If *those* were ruined.......
Shuwen was not as lucky.
"MY ELLADAN AND ELROHIR PICTURE!!!!"
"THAT ONE??!!"
"MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK!!!!!!!!!"
(Insert a looong, loooong string of *a certain few languages* here.)
Diana and Shuwen lunged for the hobbit....
.....to be grabbed and hauled back by "that interfering Maia and the Elf".
"Let GO!" Diana yelled, kicking Legolas hard in the shins. Shuwen neatly twisted herself out of Gandalf's grip.
Suddenly Gimli cried out "There's a large cloud coming our way!"
"It's moving fast. And against the wind."
"Crebain from Dunland! Hide!"
They quickly dove for the surrounding shrubbery and rocks. From her cramped position next to (or, more accurately, *under*) Shuwen, Polinn muttered, "look out for the dive-bombers".
"True enough, when they emerged some time later, Gwen had a white splodge on her hair, and Aragorn one on his already-very-dirty clothes. With a snigger, Silei upended the now rather much cooled pot of water over the ranger.
"Next stop, Caradhras. Passengers going towards......err......Lórien, Rohan, and Mordor, please alight and transfer to another......path." [A/N: this is what the damned MRT, or mass Rapid Transit, says whenever it gets to an interchange. It's just a matter of fill-in-the-blanks to where the train's going.]
"Sara....."
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Coming up, Over the Mountain.
Disclaimer: Nothing.....
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Sara rummaged deep in her bag. Out came a small barkcloth package.
"Whazzat?" Polinn stared at Sara.
"Shhh...." she hissed back. "Curry powder, extra hot!"
*
Aragorn left his watch to Gandalf, tired, hungry, and ready for some sleep. Throwing himself down by the miserable fire, Pippin passed him a bowl of stew. For some reason, the hobbits and the girls had both come over rather giggly. Gimli was swigging down water at an alarming rate, casting baleful glances at the stew bubbling merrily in its pot. Legolas did nothing except to excuse himself, with a smile playing around his lips.
Aragorn took a bite.
"What the ----!"
"Tut, tut, minus another ten points."
Keeping straightfaced, Silei turned to Inez.
"What now? What did they do *this* time?"
"Must have been due to long periods away from home... missing out on the spice of life, aren't they?"
Then there was a loud "EEEEE" from the other side of the camp. Merry ran across, chased by an irate Diana, Shuwen, and Pris. Evidently, Merry had found their portfolio.
"Look, Frodo! Bag End! And the Shire!"
"Give those back you (Diana yelled something in a *foreign* language)!!!"
Shuwen signalled to her. Then they went for the horses. Leaping up bareback, the trio quickly cornered the hobbit. Merry scurried out from under the animals, still impudently waving the drawings.
Gwen and Inez decided to help out. The wronged three thundered after Merry and chased him straight into the waiting two. Pippin, too, decided to take sides, which led to the others deciding it was much more fun to take part in the action rather than watch. It wasn't long before an all-out war ensued, with the four hobbits against the nine girls. Silei and Polinn had just jointly grabbed Sam and were about to throw him somewhere when Gandalf stormed into their midst.
"SILENCE YOU VILE BRATS!!!!!!"
Then the Maia found himself staring into the nostrils of a large storm-grey stallion.
"You were saying?" Diana growled.
Shuwen, Diana, and Pris leapt off their mounts sulkily. Diana stormed over to Merry and yanked the parchments away from him while Pris gathered those strewn across the ground. Then came the second shriek.
"They're RUINED!!!!!!"
There was a loud rustling and then a smack as Diana threw the papers, ripped and smudged beyond repair, and now shredded even more, at the nearest being - Boromir.
"Hey I was innocent! I wanted no part in this!"
"Too BAD."
Pris and Diana stalked off into the surrounding trees, muttering darkly among themselves about the stack that had taken approximately two and a half months, several ripped papers, and approximately twenty boxes of charcoal sticks to draw. The rest were just plain relieved that the best of their sketches were kept safely away in the bags that hardly left their sides. If *those* were ruined.......
Shuwen was not as lucky.
"MY ELLADAN AND ELROHIR PICTURE!!!!"
"THAT ONE??!!"
"MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK!!!!!!!!!"
(Insert a looong, loooong string of *a certain few languages* here.)
Diana and Shuwen lunged for the hobbit....
.....to be grabbed and hauled back by "that interfering Maia and the Elf".
"Let GO!" Diana yelled, kicking Legolas hard in the shins. Shuwen neatly twisted herself out of Gandalf's grip.
Suddenly Gimli cried out "There's a large cloud coming our way!"
"It's moving fast. And against the wind."
"Crebain from Dunland! Hide!"
They quickly dove for the surrounding shrubbery and rocks. From her cramped position next to (or, more accurately, *under*) Shuwen, Polinn muttered, "look out for the dive-bombers".
"True enough, when they emerged some time later, Gwen had a white splodge on her hair, and Aragorn one on his already-very-dirty clothes. With a snigger, Silei upended the now rather much cooled pot of water over the ranger.
"Next stop, Caradhras. Passengers going towards......err......Lórien, Rohan, and Mordor, please alight and transfer to another......path." [A/N: this is what the damned MRT, or mass Rapid Transit, says whenever it gets to an interchange. It's just a matter of fill-in-the-blanks to where the train's going.]
"Sara....."
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Coming up, Over the Mountain.