*** Ok. Reminder, this is not J.R.R. Tolkien's true work. It's just a
rendition of his stuff. They are his characters (except for a few) and so,
he takes credit- although they probably sound really out of character.
Enjoy! Oh! Review, if you want, but I doubt it...**** Reminder- this jumps
from Moria, to a scene in Lorien...
Tension released, Aragorn glanced around him calmly. They were in Lothlorian, he said to himself for the 8th time. We've been here for a few days. I can afford to relax. Looking around him, he watched Laura and Frodo listening to Boromir's story about how he and Legolas had met, the fight that had taken place over the rabbit that they had simultaneously shot from different angles, and the fact that by the time they had decided to simply cut it in half, the fur was ruined and Boromir no longer wanted it.
Merry, Pippin, Giblet, and Renee sat on two very flat stones arguing whether the tankards that they all held were truly pint sized. Somehow, Emily, Laura-Mae and Jennifer had disappeared in search of the frantic Legolas, who seemed to be feeling slightly better at being with elves, but still not quite the same as he should be. Gimli sat with Sam and the two were arguing over the issue of Gimli giving ax lessons to Sam, Gimli of course, against it.
"I can't very well go about giving you lessons! You can barely pick an ax up, let alone swing it!", was his argument.
Legolas showed up a moment later, followed by the three girls, two of them holding Emily back.
Aragorn began to think of Arwen and her people, longing to be home, when suddenly, Frodo's hand began flashing in front of his face. Aragorn, thoroughly surprised at this, started and shook his head as though clearing it.
"And what is it I can do for you, Frodo?", he asked bewildered.
"Care to join us?", came the cryptic reply.
"To what is it I am joining?", Aragorn asked grimly, thinking of the last time he'd been asked to join something. He'd ended up setting fire to an elf's fence when he was a child.
"We have begun a game of Truth or dare."
"What?"
"I really don't know. Ask Lady Emily or perhaps Miss Jennifer."
Aragorn looked expectantly at the girls and found them whispering amongst each other.
"Well, back home, we call it truth or dare, but maybe you'd call it something like 'Truths and challenges', or something", came Emily's reply.
Merry stood up at that point, nearly knocking Giblet's tankard into the fire, and yelled:
"I know! She speaks of Truths and Blots!"
Aragorn looked really grim. He nodded that he knew the game and looked at Frodo.
Frodo stared right back and quickly announced that because Aragorn was such a good sport, he could go first.
"Truth or blot?"
"Blot", he said.
Both girls and the hobbits squealed in delight. Aragorn paled.
"Your blot is to...", Frodo began.
"He has to kiss Boromir!", yelled Pippin.
"WHAT?!!!", screamed Boromir in outrage.
"Now you've done it," said Merry frantically as Boromir got up as though to kill the hobbit.
"Your blot is to climb the tallest tree in Lothlorien and bring a leaf from the tallest branch", yelled Frodo, as if to redirect the conversation.
"Perhaps not the tallest tree, but a medium sized tree?", suggested Sam.
"Very well then, Frodo, lead the way." Aragorn stood as he said that, convinced that the hobbit would burst out laughing and say "Gotcha!". He really was in no mood to go tree climbing.
Frodo, not at all discouraged about this blot, led the group who had decided to come and watch to a medium sized oak, that though it was only 80 feet tall, the nearest branch was 10 feet up.
"This one," he said firmly, his mind made up.
Aragorn took a deep breath and regarded the tree carefully. He fought the urge to decline the blot, thinking that he'd never hear the end of it if he couldn't climb a damn tree.
He moved to the base of the tree, unsheathing 2 of his many daggers, and dug them securely into the tree to get a grip. Once he felt he had a secure hold, he made his way to the first branch. Once he'd reached that, he returned his daggers to their many holsters and began climbing branches. He climbed from one to the next, each time breathing with relief as his feet were placed onto something solid.
He'd climbed so high that the people on the ground hurt their necks to look at him, and then the unthinkable happened.
A bird, thinking that Aragorn had come for her eggs which were settled on a branch almost near the top, attacked him. He lost his footing, and with a great yell, he began to plunge to the ground.
As he fell, he looked to the ground to see Merry and Pippin screaming, Sam and Frodo yelling and trying to get under him as though trying to catch him, the girls standing in a circle watching with open mouths, as though paralyzed and the dwarf, man, and elf pushing the hobbits away to catch him themselves.
He approached the ground at an alarming speed and spun himself to look up, thinking that he wanted at least to have a face to be seen when he died. He gave up being caught and charged towards the ground with grim thoughts. Suddenly, there came not a padding of dirt under him as expected, but a creaking of bones as he fell onto Legolas, who in return fell on Boromir, and consequently lost his footing to fall on the dwarf.
Man, elf, and dwarf moaned in protest as Aragorn sat calmly on the squishy, soft elf. Muttering curses learned from the girls that he had begun to use frequently, Boromir heaved Legolas and Aragorn off and picked himself up, pausing long enough to glare at Frodo for the blot that he had provided.
Frodo, seeing that he was going to be yelled at if he didn't leave, turned and faked a yawn, stretching upward saying "Well, I think it's time for bed... that's enough fun for one night" and walked back towards their bedrolls. Merry and Sam taking that as their cue, followed. Leaving Pippin who was staring wide-eyed at Gimli, who was getting up slowly, groaning as his back creaked. Merry quickly came back and grabbed Pippin, dragging him by the arm.
The girls, also finding that they were suddenly exhausted, followed the Hobbits towards their beds. Giblet, though saying it quietly, could be heard saying "I don't remember that ever happening in the movie".
Aragorn, looking at Boromir, went to aid the dwarf who simply brushed him away.
"Thank You", he said, noticing the stillness.
When no one answered, but merely stared, Aragorn flushed. Great, he thought, just what I need, more tension.
Boromir, looking at Legolas, grabbed the elf by the shoulders and laughed.
"I guess this is the payback I get for you saving me from the cliff in Moria? You felt you weren't heavy enough so you had to have Aragorn help you, eh?", he said, picking up on Renee's Canadian accent.
A long moment later, a chuckle could be heard from the Dwarf and soon, everyone was laughing.
"Come, we must rest our backs", mumbled Gimli, all the while muttering curses directed towards Hobbits and Girls. "I'll get them" was the final dark mutter as they all went and rested for the night in the safety of Lothlorien.
Tension released, Aragorn glanced around him calmly. They were in Lothlorian, he said to himself for the 8th time. We've been here for a few days. I can afford to relax. Looking around him, he watched Laura and Frodo listening to Boromir's story about how he and Legolas had met, the fight that had taken place over the rabbit that they had simultaneously shot from different angles, and the fact that by the time they had decided to simply cut it in half, the fur was ruined and Boromir no longer wanted it.
Merry, Pippin, Giblet, and Renee sat on two very flat stones arguing whether the tankards that they all held were truly pint sized. Somehow, Emily, Laura-Mae and Jennifer had disappeared in search of the frantic Legolas, who seemed to be feeling slightly better at being with elves, but still not quite the same as he should be. Gimli sat with Sam and the two were arguing over the issue of Gimli giving ax lessons to Sam, Gimli of course, against it.
"I can't very well go about giving you lessons! You can barely pick an ax up, let alone swing it!", was his argument.
Legolas showed up a moment later, followed by the three girls, two of them holding Emily back.
Aragorn began to think of Arwen and her people, longing to be home, when suddenly, Frodo's hand began flashing in front of his face. Aragorn, thoroughly surprised at this, started and shook his head as though clearing it.
"And what is it I can do for you, Frodo?", he asked bewildered.
"Care to join us?", came the cryptic reply.
"To what is it I am joining?", Aragorn asked grimly, thinking of the last time he'd been asked to join something. He'd ended up setting fire to an elf's fence when he was a child.
"We have begun a game of Truth or dare."
"What?"
"I really don't know. Ask Lady Emily or perhaps Miss Jennifer."
Aragorn looked expectantly at the girls and found them whispering amongst each other.
"Well, back home, we call it truth or dare, but maybe you'd call it something like 'Truths and challenges', or something", came Emily's reply.
Merry stood up at that point, nearly knocking Giblet's tankard into the fire, and yelled:
"I know! She speaks of Truths and Blots!"
Aragorn looked really grim. He nodded that he knew the game and looked at Frodo.
Frodo stared right back and quickly announced that because Aragorn was such a good sport, he could go first.
"Truth or blot?"
"Blot", he said.
Both girls and the hobbits squealed in delight. Aragorn paled.
"Your blot is to...", Frodo began.
"He has to kiss Boromir!", yelled Pippin.
"WHAT?!!!", screamed Boromir in outrage.
"Now you've done it," said Merry frantically as Boromir got up as though to kill the hobbit.
"Your blot is to climb the tallest tree in Lothlorien and bring a leaf from the tallest branch", yelled Frodo, as if to redirect the conversation.
"Perhaps not the tallest tree, but a medium sized tree?", suggested Sam.
"Very well then, Frodo, lead the way." Aragorn stood as he said that, convinced that the hobbit would burst out laughing and say "Gotcha!". He really was in no mood to go tree climbing.
Frodo, not at all discouraged about this blot, led the group who had decided to come and watch to a medium sized oak, that though it was only 80 feet tall, the nearest branch was 10 feet up.
"This one," he said firmly, his mind made up.
Aragorn took a deep breath and regarded the tree carefully. He fought the urge to decline the blot, thinking that he'd never hear the end of it if he couldn't climb a damn tree.
He moved to the base of the tree, unsheathing 2 of his many daggers, and dug them securely into the tree to get a grip. Once he felt he had a secure hold, he made his way to the first branch. Once he'd reached that, he returned his daggers to their many holsters and began climbing branches. He climbed from one to the next, each time breathing with relief as his feet were placed onto something solid.
He'd climbed so high that the people on the ground hurt their necks to look at him, and then the unthinkable happened.
A bird, thinking that Aragorn had come for her eggs which were settled on a branch almost near the top, attacked him. He lost his footing, and with a great yell, he began to plunge to the ground.
As he fell, he looked to the ground to see Merry and Pippin screaming, Sam and Frodo yelling and trying to get under him as though trying to catch him, the girls standing in a circle watching with open mouths, as though paralyzed and the dwarf, man, and elf pushing the hobbits away to catch him themselves.
He approached the ground at an alarming speed and spun himself to look up, thinking that he wanted at least to have a face to be seen when he died. He gave up being caught and charged towards the ground with grim thoughts. Suddenly, there came not a padding of dirt under him as expected, but a creaking of bones as he fell onto Legolas, who in return fell on Boromir, and consequently lost his footing to fall on the dwarf.
Man, elf, and dwarf moaned in protest as Aragorn sat calmly on the squishy, soft elf. Muttering curses learned from the girls that he had begun to use frequently, Boromir heaved Legolas and Aragorn off and picked himself up, pausing long enough to glare at Frodo for the blot that he had provided.
Frodo, seeing that he was going to be yelled at if he didn't leave, turned and faked a yawn, stretching upward saying "Well, I think it's time for bed... that's enough fun for one night" and walked back towards their bedrolls. Merry and Sam taking that as their cue, followed. Leaving Pippin who was staring wide-eyed at Gimli, who was getting up slowly, groaning as his back creaked. Merry quickly came back and grabbed Pippin, dragging him by the arm.
The girls, also finding that they were suddenly exhausted, followed the Hobbits towards their beds. Giblet, though saying it quietly, could be heard saying "I don't remember that ever happening in the movie".
Aragorn, looking at Boromir, went to aid the dwarf who simply brushed him away.
"Thank You", he said, noticing the stillness.
When no one answered, but merely stared, Aragorn flushed. Great, he thought, just what I need, more tension.
Boromir, looking at Legolas, grabbed the elf by the shoulders and laughed.
"I guess this is the payback I get for you saving me from the cliff in Moria? You felt you weren't heavy enough so you had to have Aragorn help you, eh?", he said, picking up on Renee's Canadian accent.
A long moment later, a chuckle could be heard from the Dwarf and soon, everyone was laughing.
"Come, we must rest our backs", mumbled Gimli, all the while muttering curses directed towards Hobbits and Girls. "I'll get them" was the final dark mutter as they all went and rested for the night in the safety of Lothlorien.
