Ok, strangely with me & random stories, I have horrible problems with the
plot, catch phrases, and any other nonsense involved. SO, if none of this
makes any sense or is vague in any way, I'M SORRY! And I suppose I could
try to fix it later on in the chapters. And if I don't, you'll all nag me
to, anyway.
So, my little disclaimer thing that is endlessly repeated for those who have already read it: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! I don't own the Lord, I don't own the Ring, I don't own any elves that have not come of my own impish imagination. I can only have fun with them in fanfiction until my daddy takes the T-bird away. . .or as long as it takes for fanfiction to be banned as stealing copyrights.
Anyway, although this story has hardly any plot at all (and won't have one until the whole orc thing has worn off) I will try to continue it as best I can. And when the awkward silence comes, I will add more freaky characters! ^_^ Heck, I can even add your characters if you felt there was the need for it (all of the Legolas fans out there are going to start yelling at me to put in their OC love interests in).
OH, for any of you out there who are reviewing, THANK YOU!! Some people are elated with their 100+ reviews - I'm ecstatic with my 3. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! For any of you out there who are also fans of royalty/Middle Ages/Tamora Pierce books, I have a question for you! Help me please (for another fanfic I'm writing):
Ok, in addressing a king (as opposed to a prince) do you say, "Your Highness" or "Your Majesty"? I think a king's is "Majesty" and the prince's is "Highness" because of "High" and "Majestic", majestic being . . .superior to high. I think if a prince were acting as King at any given moment, he'd still be addressed as "Highness". . .right? PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong!
Alright, those of you who have braved my long commentary, chapter four! (I'll take awhile to think of an interesting title.)
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Legolas tapped his fingers on the table idly. "I'm *waiting*," he told Aragorn.
Aragorn was now beginning to sweat. "I, uh," he stammered and gave a nervous laugh. "Nah, I love Lembas, couldn't live without it! See how much I love it??" He grabbed some and shoved it into his mouth. "Svee?"
Legolas's frown deepened. "That was perfectly good Lembas, now you're going to have to spit it out!"
"Mo, mo ah wont! Ah kin ead id, svee? Ah'll tchoo, ah promiz! Ah kin ead tiz!"
"You better be able to eat that," the elf muttered. "Last thing I need is to save Gondor from a civil war once their king chokes."
Aragorn gave a slight cough that he tried to muffle, for Legolas's sake but especially for his own. However, elven ears still picked up on it, and Legolas was on his feet in an instant. He clapped Aragorn on the back, hard, and out shot the Lembas - into the face of an orc, sitting across the table. Slowly the orcen hand came up and slowly the Lembas was wiped off the face of a very angry orc. The muscular creature glared at the elf and the man and growled menacingly.
A loud zap was heard from down the hall and Legolas and Aragorn immediately took advantage of it.
"I, uh, think that Gandalf has dropped his staff into the bathtub again," Legolas said quickly. "I think I should go and, um, make sure he hasn't hurt himself."
"I'll go too," Aragorn added. "You . . .never know when you need that extra person around, heheheh . . ." Both got up from the table and walked briskly down the hallway.
"Be sure to unplug it before you touch the water!" Drew called after them. "Really! Gandalf should know by now that you don't play with those kinds of things by liquids!" She shook her head and clucked to herself, but restrained herself before she did the chicken dance.
The doorbell rang and Drew squealed with glee, "Oh, those must be the Uruk- hai I invited!"
"Seints parsarve os!" Pippin exclaimed in an overly exaggerated brogue. Frodo stared at him. "Pippin, lose the new accent. You've already got your own!"
"So I do, mister Frodo, so I do," Pippin admitted.
Frodo sighed. Today should be eventful - his sword said so.
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Ok, wow, I think that's the most I've ever written in "Sleep Rap" (I know I took up three pages with "Hollow Soul", but that was a lot of spacing, lyrics, etc.) No doubt most of it probably came from my running commentary at the top, but hey! It works! In writing this, I got a bunch of new ideas (in here and for upcoming chapters) so the Grim Reaper of Fanfics shall not pass here yet! ^_^
Yes, I know the real phrase is, "Saints preserve us", I was just going along with the "over exaggerated brogue" thing. It makes it sound more leprechaun . . .-y. *That'll* come up later on! ^_^
Keep reviewing, it is muchly appreciated! And that is my word!
So, my little disclaimer thing that is endlessly repeated for those who have already read it: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! I don't own the Lord, I don't own the Ring, I don't own any elves that have not come of my own impish imagination. I can only have fun with them in fanfiction until my daddy takes the T-bird away. . .or as long as it takes for fanfiction to be banned as stealing copyrights.
Anyway, although this story has hardly any plot at all (and won't have one until the whole orc thing has worn off) I will try to continue it as best I can. And when the awkward silence comes, I will add more freaky characters! ^_^ Heck, I can even add your characters if you felt there was the need for it (all of the Legolas fans out there are going to start yelling at me to put in their OC love interests in).
OH, for any of you out there who are reviewing, THANK YOU!! Some people are elated with their 100+ reviews - I'm ecstatic with my 3. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! For any of you out there who are also fans of royalty/Middle Ages/Tamora Pierce books, I have a question for you! Help me please (for another fanfic I'm writing):
Ok, in addressing a king (as opposed to a prince) do you say, "Your Highness" or "Your Majesty"? I think a king's is "Majesty" and the prince's is "Highness" because of "High" and "Majestic", majestic being . . .superior to high. I think if a prince were acting as King at any given moment, he'd still be addressed as "Highness". . .right? PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong!
Alright, those of you who have braved my long commentary, chapter four! (I'll take awhile to think of an interesting title.)
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Legolas tapped his fingers on the table idly. "I'm *waiting*," he told Aragorn.
Aragorn was now beginning to sweat. "I, uh," he stammered and gave a nervous laugh. "Nah, I love Lembas, couldn't live without it! See how much I love it??" He grabbed some and shoved it into his mouth. "Svee?"
Legolas's frown deepened. "That was perfectly good Lembas, now you're going to have to spit it out!"
"Mo, mo ah wont! Ah kin ead id, svee? Ah'll tchoo, ah promiz! Ah kin ead tiz!"
"You better be able to eat that," the elf muttered. "Last thing I need is to save Gondor from a civil war once their king chokes."
Aragorn gave a slight cough that he tried to muffle, for Legolas's sake but especially for his own. However, elven ears still picked up on it, and Legolas was on his feet in an instant. He clapped Aragorn on the back, hard, and out shot the Lembas - into the face of an orc, sitting across the table. Slowly the orcen hand came up and slowly the Lembas was wiped off the face of a very angry orc. The muscular creature glared at the elf and the man and growled menacingly.
A loud zap was heard from down the hall and Legolas and Aragorn immediately took advantage of it.
"I, uh, think that Gandalf has dropped his staff into the bathtub again," Legolas said quickly. "I think I should go and, um, make sure he hasn't hurt himself."
"I'll go too," Aragorn added. "You . . .never know when you need that extra person around, heheheh . . ." Both got up from the table and walked briskly down the hallway.
"Be sure to unplug it before you touch the water!" Drew called after them. "Really! Gandalf should know by now that you don't play with those kinds of things by liquids!" She shook her head and clucked to herself, but restrained herself before she did the chicken dance.
The doorbell rang and Drew squealed with glee, "Oh, those must be the Uruk- hai I invited!"
"Seints parsarve os!" Pippin exclaimed in an overly exaggerated brogue. Frodo stared at him. "Pippin, lose the new accent. You've already got your own!"
"So I do, mister Frodo, so I do," Pippin admitted.
Frodo sighed. Today should be eventful - his sword said so.
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Ok, wow, I think that's the most I've ever written in "Sleep Rap" (I know I took up three pages with "Hollow Soul", but that was a lot of spacing, lyrics, etc.) No doubt most of it probably came from my running commentary at the top, but hey! It works! In writing this, I got a bunch of new ideas (in here and for upcoming chapters) so the Grim Reaper of Fanfics shall not pass here yet! ^_^
Yes, I know the real phrase is, "Saints preserve us", I was just going along with the "over exaggerated brogue" thing. It makes it sound more leprechaun . . .-y. *That'll* come up later on! ^_^
Keep reviewing, it is muchly appreciated! And that is my word!