PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN CAME OUT YESTERDAY!!! Haven't been 2 see it yet,
but I can't wait!!! Sorry for not postin in oh-so-long!!! and anyone
wanting to see what I've been up to can visit my website
MWAHAHAHA!! My Harry
Potter obsession has returned to me!! So all u lotr/hp fans mite be in for
sumwhat of a treat in the upcoming weeks…
Disclaimer: I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DEATH INVOLVING ASPHYXIATION, CARDIAC ARREST, SEIZURE, ETC. FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD DUE TO THE EXTREMELY GRAPHIC & RIDICULOUS ACTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!!! I REPEAT!! I WILL NOT BE HAPPY IF I FIND LETTERS PERTAINING TO HEARINGS & LAWSUITS IN MY MAILBOX!!! That is all, and once again I caution those who have medical problems or are in a state where they physically unable to kindly REFRAIN FROM READING THIS SORT OF HIGHLY DANGEROUS FANFICTION!!!!
Now with that said, on with the story!!! :-P
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The Fellowship Visits Fanfiction.net
Chapter 9. Oh Dear Jeebus, It's A Frickin Musical
"What the bloody heck is goin on here?" Merry screeched from the balcony. He pulled the purple swivel chair controller out and swerved Sam out of the way of the maniacal Elrond and up the ramp towards himself.
"Merry!! I knew you were behind this!" Sam yelled. "But thank goodness it was automatic! It kept me from the clutches of that severely mentally unbalanced elf that beautiful, elegant, Valar's Secret model Princess Arwen calls a father!" Sam then stopped; realizing he had just sang that last line out in a operatic voice.
"You're welcooome! Twas developed by kooky Pippin, eating finger lickin' chicken! With the meat & the potatoes-ripe, juicy, red tomatoes-straight outta the buffet table!" Merry sang in reply, starting to do a little dance tapping his feet and sliding towards Sam, who immediately joined him in this, tapping in sync, with silver canes and tipping top hats which appeared out of nowhere just in time for their little hobbit shindig.
"Eating everything around him-eggs, sausage and the bacon; constant bathroom trips he's makin' with his smelly old companion-"
"Hey!! Look who's talking Samwise Gamgee, you look like the freaky kid from the Goonies!!"
"Hey I was in that movie!"
"I thought it was Astin playin your role in this story!"
"Shut up fool! You don't know what you're talking a-bout!"
"I really don't know either, I confuse myself when speaking, I don't know Hooters from a scooter-to this day!"
Sam sped up his dance routine, with Merry adjusting to his faster paced tapping; canes still a being swiveled at random intervals.
"Meriadoc A-Brandybuck, that's a-okay! I get lost in the billows & mountains folding Frodo's underwear!"
"You what?!"
"I-I-I, fold Frodo's underwear, comb his curly hair! Givin him spongebaths- there!" ;-P Sam sang in a more serious tone, pausing his dancing to draw out the last note in a melodramatic fashion.
"Whoa! Please don't go there! His underwear & hair was quite enough for these poor ears!"
"How dare you start without, I have heard your little quabblings-with your tap dance moooves!!" Elrond sang in a rich tenor voice, appearing abruptly from the stairs. Sam had so easily forgotten how Elrond had spilled out those threats earlier. He turned his back to them, and untied his robe. Whipped back to face them, he dropped it to reveal-
(a/n: to all those erratic fans of Elrond, please hang on to your knickers, for you are about to experience quite an intense scene ;-P)
tight leather pants showing off a nice errr-matured elven protuberance and a silk maroon shirt opened slightly at his belly button, revealing a very well toned midriff. He stood there unmoving for about 10 minutes of silence, with one leg in front of the other, looking like he was about to do something that would scare the living daylights out of enemies that would've been unfortunate enough to approach, while at the same time, would have prompted much teenage hormonal action, whose side-effect would have been the incessant glomping of the King of Rivendell.
Merry & Sam just gawked inarticulately at him, dropping their dancing canes with such a clatter.
All of a sudden, loud, rhythmic music seemed to flood the balcony from all directions at once. Elrond suddenly broke out into a booty shakin' dance. The song turned out to be none other than Ricki Martin's "Shake your Bon- Bon" (a highly appropriate song for his current attire) He pelvic thrusted several times, grabbed his crotch a few, all the while shaking what his mama gave him. He started singing along (^O_O^ Yes, I know that's the face you're all making rite about now, especially you, ESTELADUIAL!!! Well, save it, cuz this is just the beginning, y'all!!")
The sound of a record skidding echoed throughout the place. The beat to a new song began. Elrond had suddenly stopped; and just as promptly started careening in a most promiscuous fashion to MJ's "You Rock My World." More crotch grabbing and pelvic thrusting ensued. Elrond moonwalked smoothly over to Sam and took his top hat off his utterly amazed/horror stricken head and placed it upon his own. He danced back to his original place near the staircase, turned around, tipped his hat, and gave a chuckle & wink directed towards the immobile Sam & Merry. (MJ all the way, baby!! ^_^)
During Elrond's highly bizarre/refreshingly wild rendition of those songs,(dependant on your view on this) Sam & Merry had just stood there pathetically, wide-eyed & jaw-to-the-floor, hair drooping, completely forgetting what juvenile tap-dancing they'd previously taken a part in.
Sam murmured almost inaudibly with a slight note of admiration mixed with apprehension in his voice, "He's good…"
"Yeah…"Merry replied in the same tone of voice, both agreeing that something as unnerving as this could come to no good conclusion, "Do you think we could do that?"
"Uhhh, we could try and end up failing miserably!"
"Uuuuh. Must. Get. Leather. Pants," Merry droned. Elrond gave one final, satisfying crotch grab to end the song. A new song began, this one a more recent hit in Billboard's top 100 charts. A dazzling spectrum of rainbow coloured lights shone and danced around the balcony, illuminating the rhythm-box that was Elrond.
Don't be so quick to-walk away
Dance wit me
I wanna rock your body Please stay Dance wit me You don't hafta admit ya-wanna play Dance wit me Just lemme rock you Til the break of day Dance wit me
"Hey, lads! Isn't that the song from that Nsync fellow, Justin Timberlake?" Piped Pippin as he strolled in nonchalantly to join his stricken companions.
Merry & Sam only continued to stare, giving no answer. Pippin watched, smiling & bobbing his head to the beat, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.
Every move, every swivel, every dance move was a perfect match to that of Justin's own for that particular song. When it got to the part of 'Talk to me boy!' in which Justin was to originally have a female counterpart in his dancing, a random servant in the House of Elrond had appeared and taken to the choreography with neither a single breath of hesitation nor error.
With the final beatboxing note expelled, coupled with a final thrust, Elrond took a break, sprinting away to a side room with his name engraved in the middle of a golden star. It was odd, having the atmosphere suddenly go from 'Hall of the Dancing Queens' to that of complete silence.
"Do you think he's just gone for a quick costume change?" Sam ventured tentatively, still awestruck.
"Probably, as well as giving 'his people' a couple of calls," Merry suggested.
"Hey, do you think we could pull together a few moves? I was thinking along the lines of B2K or perhaps-" Pippin said excitedly, only to be cut off suddenly by the start of a new piece of music; though this time, none other than Aragorn and Legolas appeared, clad in some of the most *revealing* outfits that Elven law would allow.
Soo, tell me what ya think?? And any suggestions for songs that these two might dance to? I'll try and update the next musical chapter ASAP!! Sorry to keep ya waiting! Those of you who still might be reading this after such a long, long time
Finished the 5th HP book recently, so sad. Poor Harry.
R.I.P. Sirius Black ( We luved ya lots, Padfoot.
Disclaimer: I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DEATH INVOLVING ASPHYXIATION, CARDIAC ARREST, SEIZURE, ETC. FROM LAUGHING TOO HARD DUE TO THE EXTREMELY GRAPHIC & RIDICULOUS ACTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!!! I REPEAT!! I WILL NOT BE HAPPY IF I FIND LETTERS PERTAINING TO HEARINGS & LAWSUITS IN MY MAILBOX!!! That is all, and once again I caution those who have medical problems or are in a state where they physically unable to kindly REFRAIN FROM READING THIS SORT OF HIGHLY DANGEROUS FANFICTION!!!!
Now with that said, on with the story!!! :-P
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The Fellowship Visits Fanfiction.net
Chapter 9. Oh Dear Jeebus, It's A Frickin Musical
"What the bloody heck is goin on here?" Merry screeched from the balcony. He pulled the purple swivel chair controller out and swerved Sam out of the way of the maniacal Elrond and up the ramp towards himself.
"Merry!! I knew you were behind this!" Sam yelled. "But thank goodness it was automatic! It kept me from the clutches of that severely mentally unbalanced elf that beautiful, elegant, Valar's Secret model Princess Arwen calls a father!" Sam then stopped; realizing he had just sang that last line out in a operatic voice.
"You're welcooome! Twas developed by kooky Pippin, eating finger lickin' chicken! With the meat & the potatoes-ripe, juicy, red tomatoes-straight outta the buffet table!" Merry sang in reply, starting to do a little dance tapping his feet and sliding towards Sam, who immediately joined him in this, tapping in sync, with silver canes and tipping top hats which appeared out of nowhere just in time for their little hobbit shindig.
"Eating everything around him-eggs, sausage and the bacon; constant bathroom trips he's makin' with his smelly old companion-"
"Hey!! Look who's talking Samwise Gamgee, you look like the freaky kid from the Goonies!!"
"Hey I was in that movie!"
"I thought it was Astin playin your role in this story!"
"Shut up fool! You don't know what you're talking a-bout!"
"I really don't know either, I confuse myself when speaking, I don't know Hooters from a scooter-to this day!"
Sam sped up his dance routine, with Merry adjusting to his faster paced tapping; canes still a being swiveled at random intervals.
"Meriadoc A-Brandybuck, that's a-okay! I get lost in the billows & mountains folding Frodo's underwear!"
"You what?!"
"I-I-I, fold Frodo's underwear, comb his curly hair! Givin him spongebaths- there!" ;-P Sam sang in a more serious tone, pausing his dancing to draw out the last note in a melodramatic fashion.
"Whoa! Please don't go there! His underwear & hair was quite enough for these poor ears!"
"How dare you start without, I have heard your little quabblings-with your tap dance moooves!!" Elrond sang in a rich tenor voice, appearing abruptly from the stairs. Sam had so easily forgotten how Elrond had spilled out those threats earlier. He turned his back to them, and untied his robe. Whipped back to face them, he dropped it to reveal-
(a/n: to all those erratic fans of Elrond, please hang on to your knickers, for you are about to experience quite an intense scene ;-P)
tight leather pants showing off a nice errr-matured elven protuberance and a silk maroon shirt opened slightly at his belly button, revealing a very well toned midriff. He stood there unmoving for about 10 minutes of silence, with one leg in front of the other, looking like he was about to do something that would scare the living daylights out of enemies that would've been unfortunate enough to approach, while at the same time, would have prompted much teenage hormonal action, whose side-effect would have been the incessant glomping of the King of Rivendell.
Merry & Sam just gawked inarticulately at him, dropping their dancing canes with such a clatter.
All of a sudden, loud, rhythmic music seemed to flood the balcony from all directions at once. Elrond suddenly broke out into a booty shakin' dance. The song turned out to be none other than Ricki Martin's "Shake your Bon- Bon" (a highly appropriate song for his current attire) He pelvic thrusted several times, grabbed his crotch a few, all the while shaking what his mama gave him. He started singing along (^O_O^ Yes, I know that's the face you're all making rite about now, especially you, ESTELADUIAL!!! Well, save it, cuz this is just the beginning, y'all!!")
The sound of a record skidding echoed throughout the place. The beat to a new song began. Elrond had suddenly stopped; and just as promptly started careening in a most promiscuous fashion to MJ's "You Rock My World." More crotch grabbing and pelvic thrusting ensued. Elrond moonwalked smoothly over to Sam and took his top hat off his utterly amazed/horror stricken head and placed it upon his own. He danced back to his original place near the staircase, turned around, tipped his hat, and gave a chuckle & wink directed towards the immobile Sam & Merry. (MJ all the way, baby!! ^_^)
During Elrond's highly bizarre/refreshingly wild rendition of those songs,(dependant on your view on this) Sam & Merry had just stood there pathetically, wide-eyed & jaw-to-the-floor, hair drooping, completely forgetting what juvenile tap-dancing they'd previously taken a part in.
Sam murmured almost inaudibly with a slight note of admiration mixed with apprehension in his voice, "He's good…"
"Yeah…"Merry replied in the same tone of voice, both agreeing that something as unnerving as this could come to no good conclusion, "Do you think we could do that?"
"Uhhh, we could try and end up failing miserably!"
"Uuuuh. Must. Get. Leather. Pants," Merry droned. Elrond gave one final, satisfying crotch grab to end the song. A new song began, this one a more recent hit in Billboard's top 100 charts. A dazzling spectrum of rainbow coloured lights shone and danced around the balcony, illuminating the rhythm-box that was Elrond.
Don't be so quick to-walk away
Dance wit me
I wanna rock your body Please stay Dance wit me You don't hafta admit ya-wanna play Dance wit me Just lemme rock you Til the break of day Dance wit me
"Hey, lads! Isn't that the song from that Nsync fellow, Justin Timberlake?" Piped Pippin as he strolled in nonchalantly to join his stricken companions.
Merry & Sam only continued to stare, giving no answer. Pippin watched, smiling & bobbing his head to the beat, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.
Every move, every swivel, every dance move was a perfect match to that of Justin's own for that particular song. When it got to the part of 'Talk to me boy!' in which Justin was to originally have a female counterpart in his dancing, a random servant in the House of Elrond had appeared and taken to the choreography with neither a single breath of hesitation nor error.
With the final beatboxing note expelled, coupled with a final thrust, Elrond took a break, sprinting away to a side room with his name engraved in the middle of a golden star. It was odd, having the atmosphere suddenly go from 'Hall of the Dancing Queens' to that of complete silence.
"Do you think he's just gone for a quick costume change?" Sam ventured tentatively, still awestruck.
"Probably, as well as giving 'his people' a couple of calls," Merry suggested.
"Hey, do you think we could pull together a few moves? I was thinking along the lines of B2K or perhaps-" Pippin said excitedly, only to be cut off suddenly by the start of a new piece of music; though this time, none other than Aragorn and Legolas appeared, clad in some of the most *revealing* outfits that Elven law would allow.
Soo, tell me what ya think?? And any suggestions for songs that these two might dance to? I'll try and update the next musical chapter ASAP!! Sorry to keep ya waiting! Those of you who still might be reading this after such a long, long time
Finished the 5th HP book recently, so sad. Poor Harry.
R.I.P. Sirius Black ( We luved ya lots, Padfoot.