Chapter 4
If this part of the story seems out of wack, that's because it is. I couldn't sleep, so I wrote this. Enjoy
You should already KNOW my disclaimer. Lol
Merry and Pippin sat on the couch, looking at the TV in disgust. "This channel stinks" Merry said. "Who you telling?" Pippin replied. "Now in order to survive, we have to eat. Point being, we need a cook!" Aragorn yelled, to be heard over the TV. "Any volunteers? Anyone??" No one raised their hands. "Oh please, not all at once people" Aragorn said dully. "Alright, I'll pick someone! Sam! Yes Sam! You're the new cook!" Aragorn told him. Sam looked surprised. "Oh no sir! I don't cook for large groups of people." Aragorn turned toward Frodo. "Frodo?" Frodo laughed. "Hahahahaha Aragorn! Nice one! Sorry, but I don't really like to cook." There was no one else that he at least trusted in the kitchen. HE didn't want to cook and he doubted anyone else could. 'Oh what now?' He thought to himself. "Hey! I can cook! Merry, remember the night before we left?" Pippin said exitcially. "Oh yea! And we made that one dish!" Merry said. "Go make it. I'm staving." "alright!" Pippin said as he hoped off the couch, into the kitchen. "Everyone OUT! I'm cooking in here!" Pippin informed them. Everyone, but Merry, who was too bust watching TV, stared at him. "Off with you now!" Pippin said, as he shoed them out of the kitchen. "Are you sure about this?" Gimli asked Aragorn. "Yea sure. What's the worst that could happen? We aren't paying the "rent" thing yet." Aragorn replied, with a smile.
An hour later
"PIPPIN!" Aragorn yelled. "Are you almost DONE?!" "Almost!" came a voice from the kitchen. "Fool of a Took! You said that 30 minutes ago." Gandalf bellowed. "Well, I mean it this time!" Pippin answered. "You all BETTER be at the table." "We are Pippin." Merry said before anyone could say a rude comment. "DONE!" Pippin yelled. The next thing anyone know, there was a huge plate full of stuff, about a foot and a half tall. It had lumps everywhere, who knew what they were. The color was some shape of green. "Voila!" Pippin said. "Um Pip? Is this editable?" Legolas asked slowly. Pippin looked crushed. "Yes it is! I promise!" The fellow hobbit felt back for him, so they piled it up on their plates. Finally, not wanting to seem hateful, the other filled up their plates also. Then, everyone just stared at their plates. Pippin was hurt and mad. "EAT! Or I shall feed each one of you like we do young hobbits!" Everyone knew what that was, so they slowly picked up their forks and picked up some of the food. "EAT!" Pippin yelled again. Then, one by one, they each put the food into their mouths and chewed. "Hey, this is good!" Aragorn said. "Yea it is" everyone said. "I think we found a cook!" Aragorn said happily, after eating himself full. "That's good." Pippin said. "But who's going to clean the dishes?" They all turned around to look at the kitchen. There were at least 20 pots and pans and stuff everywhere. The kitchen was trashed. Everyone looked at Legolas. "WHAT?! ME?! And get all wrinkly? How about NO!" Everyone then turned toward Gandalf. "Now, you wouldn't make an old man wash all these dishes would you?" he pleaded. "Old man my foot!" Aragorn snorted. "FINE!" Gandalf yelled. He raised himself to full height and walked into the kitchen.
If this part of the story seems out of wack, that's because it is. I couldn't sleep, so I wrote this. Enjoy
You should already KNOW my disclaimer. Lol
Merry and Pippin sat on the couch, looking at the TV in disgust. "This channel stinks" Merry said. "Who you telling?" Pippin replied. "Now in order to survive, we have to eat. Point being, we need a cook!" Aragorn yelled, to be heard over the TV. "Any volunteers? Anyone??" No one raised their hands. "Oh please, not all at once people" Aragorn said dully. "Alright, I'll pick someone! Sam! Yes Sam! You're the new cook!" Aragorn told him. Sam looked surprised. "Oh no sir! I don't cook for large groups of people." Aragorn turned toward Frodo. "Frodo?" Frodo laughed. "Hahahahaha Aragorn! Nice one! Sorry, but I don't really like to cook." There was no one else that he at least trusted in the kitchen. HE didn't want to cook and he doubted anyone else could. 'Oh what now?' He thought to himself. "Hey! I can cook! Merry, remember the night before we left?" Pippin said exitcially. "Oh yea! And we made that one dish!" Merry said. "Go make it. I'm staving." "alright!" Pippin said as he hoped off the couch, into the kitchen. "Everyone OUT! I'm cooking in here!" Pippin informed them. Everyone, but Merry, who was too bust watching TV, stared at him. "Off with you now!" Pippin said, as he shoed them out of the kitchen. "Are you sure about this?" Gimli asked Aragorn. "Yea sure. What's the worst that could happen? We aren't paying the "rent" thing yet." Aragorn replied, with a smile.
An hour later
"PIPPIN!" Aragorn yelled. "Are you almost DONE?!" "Almost!" came a voice from the kitchen. "Fool of a Took! You said that 30 minutes ago." Gandalf bellowed. "Well, I mean it this time!" Pippin answered. "You all BETTER be at the table." "We are Pippin." Merry said before anyone could say a rude comment. "DONE!" Pippin yelled. The next thing anyone know, there was a huge plate full of stuff, about a foot and a half tall. It had lumps everywhere, who knew what they were. The color was some shape of green. "Voila!" Pippin said. "Um Pip? Is this editable?" Legolas asked slowly. Pippin looked crushed. "Yes it is! I promise!" The fellow hobbit felt back for him, so they piled it up on their plates. Finally, not wanting to seem hateful, the other filled up their plates also. Then, everyone just stared at their plates. Pippin was hurt and mad. "EAT! Or I shall feed each one of you like we do young hobbits!" Everyone knew what that was, so they slowly picked up their forks and picked up some of the food. "EAT!" Pippin yelled again. Then, one by one, they each put the food into their mouths and chewed. "Hey, this is good!" Aragorn said. "Yea it is" everyone said. "I think we found a cook!" Aragorn said happily, after eating himself full. "That's good." Pippin said. "But who's going to clean the dishes?" They all turned around to look at the kitchen. There were at least 20 pots and pans and stuff everywhere. The kitchen was trashed. Everyone looked at Legolas. "WHAT?! ME?! And get all wrinkly? How about NO!" Everyone then turned toward Gandalf. "Now, you wouldn't make an old man wash all these dishes would you?" he pleaded. "Old man my foot!" Aragorn snorted. "FINE!" Gandalf yelled. He raised himself to full height and walked into the kitchen.
