Three in a row… must be bad luck I mean good luck. Thanks again Midnight for the ideas!!
Nothing else
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In the sporting goods section of Walmart….
"I shall be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" various muttered words echoed then a obvious fake voice said. "I shall take it. I shall take it. I shall take the ring to Mordor.. Though… I do not know the way."
Another voice kicked in "I shall help you. As long as it is yours to- "
"What the hell are you doing?!" Legolas was standing with his hands on his hips watching Gimli and A-Recently-Returned-From-Mexico-Because-The-Author-Says-So Aragorn. There on the counter of the knives and whatever was a miniature of the Council of Elrond. Gimli looked up.
"We have to have something to do Elf"
"What's the harm in this Legolas?" asked Aragorn. Legolas considered it then took on a rather uncharacteristic look.
"Let me play!" he said with a much too excited grin on his face.
Hours of play ensued before Elrond caught them.
Legolas had a bow and was firing… Nerf arrows at Gimli who was fending off Aragorn with a plastic sword that pirates used.
Elrond took one look at them and stopped. Gimli dove in front of him and a Nerf arrow got stuck in Elrond's long hair. Legolas grinned a little then took off when he saw Elrond's vein in his forehead start to pulse…
Aragorn stood up. "Why are you running?" he laughed and turned around then screamed very much so like a girl and took off running.
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….'Nough said *Author goes to bed with another story idea in her twisted little head*