Chapter 10: Swim, Forest, Swim!
A/N: Yay! Only 8 more chapters to type until the next fic! *jumps around for joy*
Disclaimer:
Haldir: *bops head along to music*
Me: *does same*
Legolas: *cringes * Why do you listen to that crap?!
Me: Ugh! It's Linkin Park!! How dare you call it crap?! *eyes blaze*
Legolas: *whimpers* Umm…I love you?
Haldir: *whispers* That doesn't work anymore. Believe me, I know…
Me: *rolls eyes* Anyway…Christy and I own nothing worth owning. I do, however, have 2 pesky elves that are mean to me and don't love me. *cries and then runs from disclaimer police for saying 'I own 2 elves…'*
Finally when the numbers got too high for my friends to count, they stopped singing that horrid song. The song is cute the first, oh say 100 times; but after that it just gets annoying.
"So, what now?" I asked anyone who would listen. Which I'm sure you guessed was no one. "Hello? Hello?" Humph. It was as if they were pointedly ignoring me. Now who in their right mind would do such a thing? Find me a person in their right mind and I'll show ya.
"OMG! There goes John Ritter!" I cried, trying to get a rise out of them. It was, sadly, to no avail.
I noticed that they all seemed to be staring out at something. Humph. So I too looked out. Ooo…large, shiny object…
5 hours later the sun had set and it was too dark to see the large, shiny object. Darn.
"I don't know about you but I'm bored," Kitty said, breaking from her reverie.
"I wonder…can dwarves swim?" I asked aloud.
"Lets find out!" Boromir exclaimed and grabbed one of Gimli's arms.
"What?!" Gimli cried. "You can't do this to me!"
"We can, and we will," Legolas laughed as he grabbed the dwarf's other arm. Together, he and Boromir dragged the thrashing dwarf to the railing.
"I swear, by the Halls of Moria, don't do this!" he pleaded on last time.
"Let me think about that…hmm, no!" I laughed evilly. "Drop him boys!"
SPLASH! Gimli fell into the ocean (or gulf, wherever we are by now). We all rushed over to the rail and waved at him as he splashed around, sputtering water.
"Pull me up! Pull me up!" he screamed.
"What? I can't hear you!" Courtney laughed and high-fived Kitty who was next to her.
"This is hilarious!" Christy said.
"I know," I said, trying to breathe from all the laughing.
"Should we bring him up yet?" Sam asked.
"NO!" the 4 of us girls shouted.
"Naw, let him swim with the fish for a few hours; he isn't social enough," Aragorn commented and waved at the dwarf again.
"What's going on here?" one of the attendants asked, coming up behind us. He had a British accent and immediately I was in love. Come on, can you resist a man with an English accent?
We all crowded together to try and block Gimli from the man's sight. "Nothing…" Kitty said innocently.
"What are you doing over there? Better not be anything illegal…"
"Oh, it's not," Courtney assured the man then muttered, "I hope."
The man gave us a look that clearly said he did not believe us. "Leave already!" Kitty shouted at the man.
He looked taken back but soon recovered, nodded, and left. Humph, I wanted to hear him talk again. Oh well, watching Gimli was fun.
After we got our jollies watching the annoying dwarf swim, Aragorn and Legolas pulled him up. Yes, it took both strong men to pull him up. I wonder if he's ever heard of Weight Watchers…
Gimli flopped around, sputtered, and shouted obscenities at us once he was back on deck. But it fell on deaf ears, we were laughing once again at him. Can you tell I hate Gimli?
He huffed and stalked away. Maybe to change or hopefully shower; he smelled of saltwater and fishies.
A bell rang somewhere from inside the ship announcing that dinner was to be served. Yay! Oh how I do love my food!
"Food!" Kitty and I cried and raced to the dining hall, leaving the others to follow. Tsk, tsk, they do not worship the food god as Kits and I do.
When the others finally decided to grace us with their presence, we headed to an empty table. Well, 2 tables since there were so many of us.
The guys of the fellowship really did look odd and received many a strange looks. You see, not very often do you see 9 men in Hawaiian shirts and straw hats. If you saw that, wouldn't you stare? Yes, you would.
A/N: I have got to get some sleep, man! I'm sorry nothing big or interesting happened but I don't want this god forsaken spiral any longer! *sobs* I need my Craig Parker. Go…Christy! *Leaves in search of Big Folder De Craig*