Sorry I haven't updated in a while, haven't got the time. I'll try & write
more in Study Hall, okay? I promise this slash thing will get resolved
soon, and they can go on and read otha weird stuffz, ok? Anymore story
suggestions??
P.M.S.-go read my poemz I have posted, and my new story 'Gimli the Crossing Guard' K??
THANK YOU NICE REVIEWERS OUT THERE!!!! 'Cept for one..Grrr..WHO GIVES ABOUT YA ANYWAY?! I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, does a little dance like Beth from Passions' mom I'm happy, I'm happy-
Yo, this chapter gets screwy, not cuz I've lost my touch, but that's the way it's gotta be, okay? I need to incorporate sum new themes in this thing. BTY-wrote this a LONG time ago, like early September in Study Hall, juzz too lazy to type it.
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The Fellowship Visits Fanfiction.net
Chapter 7. MJ Betta Run For His Money
Sam turned around to see Elrond on the stairs, singing, yelling, and imitating Jackie Chan and doing Michael Jackson moves. (Whoa there, picture that stuff one at a time, there ya go, one at a time, so your poor brain doesn't freeze.)
"I'M BAD!! OWWWWW!!!" He cried, grabbing his crotch with one hand and raising the other. He glimpsed Sam staring at him with his jaw on the floor.
"Hey Sam. What's up?" He asked, leaping down the stairs to greet him.
"Oh, hey, uhhh, nothing much-" Sam mumbled, sliding his chair away from Elrond.
"What've you been doing?" Elrond asked.
"Uhhh, well, uhh, nothing, Mister Elrond, dude, sir," Sam said nervously, not wanting anyone else to know about his discovery til he checked it out for himself.
"I know you haven't been doing 'nothing'! Come on now!! TELL ME!!" Elrond urged.
"I said 'NOTHING'!!!!" Sam squeaked, wheeling away from him.
"TELLLL MEEEEE!!!!" Elrond yelled.
"Aaaaah!!!!" Sam cried, wheeling at top speed away from the scary Elrond. He went around the circular hall they were in. Elrond started chasing him.
"I UURGE YOU TO TEELLLL MEEE!!" He cried, chasing the purple swivel chair with an afro sticking out from the top of it.
"Urge? I'VE GOT THEEE UURRGGEEE TO DO SOMETHING EEEELSSSEEE!" Sam yelled back, hugging his legs to his chest. The chair was now going around and around by itself. Good 'ol Merry & Pippin had designed it so that I had an automatic feature that started up once it felt you going past a certain m.p.h. (Think Hoverround-for a computer swivel chair) They had their share of liddle games and wild purple swivel chair chases on the nice, smooth, marble floor.
"I'VE GOT THEEE URRGE TO KILLLL!!!" Elrond screamed, getting angry again, remembering what his daughter had told him earlier.
Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his little head when he heard this, thinking he would fried hobbit soon.
"Somebody's gonna be ROADKILL WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH THEM!!!" Elrond bellowed, with a loud "Whaaataah!!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sam yelled back, slapping a hand on each cheek.
And so, they went around and around the inside, round the inside! (I should give up wit the parodies, shouldn't I?) With Elrond yelling about murdering someone, Sam getting what hobbit crap he has scared outta him.
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Okay, then, very weird. Next chap wuz supposed to be THE SPECIAL CHAP, but I'll save that for Chapter 9, hehe. I will insert a chapter 8 after Oct 7. Will be from the POV of Legolas & Aragorn, wut they DISCUSS.
Oct 7th- THE DAY OF THE RENAISSANCE FAIRE TRIP!!! YAY!!! I will hopefully get sum delightful inspiration from there. Anyone want a story about the 'ship goin to the ren faire? That oughta be interesting. "Shire? What Shire? You mean we're home?!" lol-yup, they'd say sumthin like that, and they'll get scared when oddities come up them and talk to them, and they'll be a-eating those giant turkey legs and the steak on a stake. Yup yup.
THANX TO THE REVIEWERS!!! ANON!!!
P.M.S.-go read my poemz I have posted, and my new story 'Gimli the Crossing Guard' K??
THANK YOU NICE REVIEWERS OUT THERE!!!! 'Cept for one..Grrr..WHO GIVES ABOUT YA ANYWAY?! I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, does a little dance like Beth from Passions' mom I'm happy, I'm happy-
Yo, this chapter gets screwy, not cuz I've lost my touch, but that's the way it's gotta be, okay? I need to incorporate sum new themes in this thing. BTY-wrote this a LONG time ago, like early September in Study Hall, juzz too lazy to type it.
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The Fellowship Visits Fanfiction.net
Chapter 7. MJ Betta Run For His Money
Sam turned around to see Elrond on the stairs, singing, yelling, and imitating Jackie Chan and doing Michael Jackson moves. (Whoa there, picture that stuff one at a time, there ya go, one at a time, so your poor brain doesn't freeze.)
"I'M BAD!! OWWWWW!!!" He cried, grabbing his crotch with one hand and raising the other. He glimpsed Sam staring at him with his jaw on the floor.
"Hey Sam. What's up?" He asked, leaping down the stairs to greet him.
"Oh, hey, uhhh, nothing much-" Sam mumbled, sliding his chair away from Elrond.
"What've you been doing?" Elrond asked.
"Uhhh, well, uhh, nothing, Mister Elrond, dude, sir," Sam said nervously, not wanting anyone else to know about his discovery til he checked it out for himself.
"I know you haven't been doing 'nothing'! Come on now!! TELL ME!!" Elrond urged.
"I said 'NOTHING'!!!!" Sam squeaked, wheeling away from him.
"TELLLL MEEEEE!!!!" Elrond yelled.
"Aaaaah!!!!" Sam cried, wheeling at top speed away from the scary Elrond. He went around the circular hall they were in. Elrond started chasing him.
"I UURGE YOU TO TEELLLL MEEE!!" He cried, chasing the purple swivel chair with an afro sticking out from the top of it.
"Urge? I'VE GOT THEEE UURRGGEEE TO DO SOMETHING EEEELSSSEEE!" Sam yelled back, hugging his legs to his chest. The chair was now going around and around by itself. Good 'ol Merry & Pippin had designed it so that I had an automatic feature that started up once it felt you going past a certain m.p.h. (Think Hoverround-for a computer swivel chair) They had their share of liddle games and wild purple swivel chair chases on the nice, smooth, marble floor.
"I'VE GOT THEEE URRGE TO KILLLL!!!" Elrond screamed, getting angry again, remembering what his daughter had told him earlier.
Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his little head when he heard this, thinking he would fried hobbit soon.
"Somebody's gonna be ROADKILL WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH THEM!!!" Elrond bellowed, with a loud "Whaaataah!!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sam yelled back, slapping a hand on each cheek.
And so, they went around and around the inside, round the inside! (I should give up wit the parodies, shouldn't I?) With Elrond yelling about murdering someone, Sam getting what hobbit crap he has scared outta him.
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Okay, then, very weird. Next chap wuz supposed to be THE SPECIAL CHAP, but I'll save that for Chapter 9, hehe. I will insert a chapter 8 after Oct 7. Will be from the POV of Legolas & Aragorn, wut they DISCUSS.
Oct 7th- THE DAY OF THE RENAISSANCE FAIRE TRIP!!! YAY!!! I will hopefully get sum delightful inspiration from there. Anyone want a story about the 'ship goin to the ren faire? That oughta be interesting. "Shire? What Shire? You mean we're home?!" lol-yup, they'd say sumthin like that, and they'll get scared when oddities come up them and talk to them, and they'll be a-eating those giant turkey legs and the steak on a stake. Yup yup.
THANX TO THE REVIEWERS!!! ANON!!!