A/N: Eep! So sorry I haven't updated! The only reason for that is...well...to tell you the truth, I kind of forgot about this story. BUT I've remembered now. Anyway, LegosGrl, in answer to your question: Sure, why not? Just email me some information about him and I'll see what I can do. A few people have asked me whether Legolas is really gay in this fic or not. Um...I don't think he's really gay. He just can't resist Gimli, so he's sort of bi I guess. Yeah, that's it. BISEXUALITY ROCKS!!! WOOH!!! Okay...sorry. Not really sure what that was about. Too much coffee. Now, I'll shut up and let you read the chapter.
Miraculously, the fellowship somehow managed to get all of the children packed up and ready to go in a little less than six hours. Elrond surveyed the situation, a very amused expression on his face. The most entertaining thing was seeing exactly how each group had gotten their children ready to go. For example, thirty-six of the babies were strapped into strollers which had been lashed together with rope...real elven rope. Pippin was sitting in the baby cart with two more babies, and Gandalf was sitting with the remaining three babies in front of him on his horse Shadowfax, who did not look at all pleased to be pulling the cart.
The one-year-olds had done pretty much the same thing, except Legolas and Gimli both rode one horses, and each only held one baby (can you guess who those were? Yep, Onna and Gandalf Junior!). The two-year-olds didn't have any strollers, so they were all jammed into small crevices or sitting on top of the supplies in the cart. Merry was riding in front, and Sam sat all by himself on a little pony.
Elrond smiled and turned his attention towards the three-year-olds. He had overheard Frodo and Aragorn talking earlier that day about how they were going to transport their kids all the way to Fangorn, and some of the things they had been considering were rather funny. There had never been a chance that they would be able to use strollers, seeing as three-year-olds can walk, and the strollers were for children who couldn't. It also didn't look like they were going to have room in their cart like Merry and Sam had, because they had fifteen more children and the same amount of space, so they'd have to come up with a new idea. Elrond was delighted to see that they had chosen one of the less kind, and ultimately, less humane ideas. The children were standing behind the cart in five equal lines, while Frodo and Aragorn walked down each row, tying a rope to the cart, and then walking down the line tying the rope around each child's wrist.
The children did not seem to like this idea at all. "Mr. Teacher, this hurts!" Kurus whined.
Bad idea. It had been a REALLY long day, and Aragorn's eyes were burning with rage as he spun around and advanced on her. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with her, and brought his face so close that she could feel him breathing. "Do you think I care if it hurts?" he whispered.
Kurus just stared at him.
"DO YOU?!?!?!?"
All of the children nearly jumped out of their skin. Kurus kept staring at him, until finally she nodded her head, a little smile on her face.
"NO! You idiotic child, I DO NOT CARE!" he turned around to face the other children. "You all had better get used to it! PAIN! Lots of pain! Pain is your friend! And you will get to hang out with your friend A LOT during the next three weeks...SO DEAL WITH IT!" He took a deep breath. "Have I made myself clear?"
Frodo spoke up. "Aragorn...are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, tying them up..."
"Yes I'm sure this was a good idea. Does anyone have any questions before we get started?"
Kurus raised her hand.
"What?" Aragorn spat.
"Why don't we get strollers?"
"Because I hate you so much that-"
"NO!" Frodo interrupted him. "Because you all are big kids and you can walk. The strollers are for the babies who can't."
"Idra can walk."
"Is Idra in a stroller?"
"Yes."
Frodo was quiet for a moment. "Okay, you know what, just be quiet." Frodo turned to Aragorn. "Oh well, I tried."
"Yeah, that's really all you can do."
Frodo and Aragorn climbed into the cart. It was going to be a loooooong three weeks.
Elrond grinned as he watched the rest of the fellowship struggling to keep their children under control.
"Girls, for the last time, KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES!"
"Peregrin Took, look and see if...um...Mebedir has a pacifier!"
"MR. TEACHER! I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS!"
"SHUT UP!!!!!"
"Mr. Teacher, I'm hungry!"
"No, absolutely not! No more cookies!"
"Mr. Teacher, I have to pee!"
"Too bad!"
Elrond decided it was time to take charge. "OKAY!!!!!! Let's all settle down now." Incredibly, everyone settled down fairly quickly. "Alrighty, there's not much to say, except that you all are running about...five hours behind schedule and the tourists will be coming early, and I do not want them to see ANY TRACE of you people here, so get out...NOW!"
"Oh, that's nice!" Aragorn began.
Frodo shook his head. "Just ignore him. Come on, let's go."
Aragorn growled unhappily, but obeyed. Frodo crawled to the back of the cart so that he could keep an eye on the children and make sure that they didn't die or anything so entirely wonderful as that. It had been agreed previously that the three-year-olds would go last in order to keep any of the other carts from running over the children. The one-year-olds went first because of Legolas' superior eyesight and earsight...or whatever, his fabulous hearing skills. Next came the babies, then the two-year-olds, and then the three-year-olds dragging far behind.
About five minutes into the journey, the children began to get antsy. Legolas was riding ahead making sure that there was no danger anywhere near. Of course, it's not like danger wouldn't see him first in his bright pink "Primary Caregiver" shirt. "Wait, hang on..." Legolas turned his horse around and rode back to Gandalf who was struggling to hold onto three babies and a horse at the same time. "Gandalf, do we have to wear these shirts anymore?"
Gandalf shrugged. "If you don't want to, I guess you don't have to."
"Okay!" Legolas set Onna in the baby cart and skillfully took off his pink shirt WHILE riding a horse and threw it into the cart. He picked Onna back up and set her in front of him on the horse. Then he returned to the front of the line and continued scouting for danger.
A few minutes later, he spotted something rather dangerous looking off in the distance. He narrowed his eyebrows to try to get a better look, and sped up a little bit. Onna twisted around and climbed onto his shoulders. She began pulling his bowstring and giggling. "Onna, get off!" Legolas cried in frustration. He reached back and snatched his bow from her hand. She shrieked in protest. "Onna, stop it!" He reached back again to get an arrow, but she latched onto his hand and wouldn't let go. "ONNA! LET GO!" He shook her off his hand and grabbed an arrow, pushing her off his head in the process. She screamed and grabbed onto his hair. "OUCH!" Legolas took hold of Onna's wrist and swung her over in front of him. "STAY THERE!"
Legolas was now in firing range of the dangerous looking thing, so he fitted his arrow onto his bow and drew the bowstring back with minimal interference from Onna. He let go and watched the arrow sail through the air.
"Oooh..." murmured Onna as she watched it fly towards the thing. She twisted around to look at him and blow a raspberry.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "You are just so cute, I can't stay mad at you for anything!" He turned his horse around and they galloped back to the cart. He set her down. "You stay here while I go investigate!" and he galloped off into the sunset. Well, the afternoon sun.
Legolas was in a very bad mood that evening. The dangerous thing that he had shot at had turned out to be a rock, and that was rather embarrassing, and he also knew that trying to get all of the children fed and ready for bed was not going to be an easy task at all.
Gimli, of course, was having the time of his life. He walked up and down the rows of strollers unfastening the seatbelts and singing lullabies. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that-"
Sam walked over timidly. "Hey Gimli, do you guys have-"
"Nope! And if that diamond ring is brass, Daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass, and if that looking glass should break-"
"Gimli, are you sure you-"
"Yep. And if that looking glass should break, Daddy's gonna buy you-"
"Okay, Gimli, that's about all I can handle, let's shut up now." Legolas had been following Gimli, lifting the children out of their seats and setting them on the ground.
"Fine, but you don't have to be so grumpy about it!"
"I'm not being grumpy!"
"I know, Leggy, I know, you're just tired."
Legolas took a deep breath. "How many times have I told you, THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"
"Sure it isn't." Gimli said soothingly. "Now, why don't you go lay down for a while? I'll take care of the babies!"
"No! You can't handle them, remember last time?"
"You are grumpy!"
"I am not the one who is grumpy! I mean, look over there! I think Frodo is a whole lot more grumpy than I am!"
Gimli turned to look at Frodo, who did indeed look grumpy. Aragorn, on the other hand, did not look grumpy at all. He looked...gleeful...in a sick, insane sort of way.
"Alright, kiddies, did you have fun today?" Aragorn grinned at them rather evilly, his eyes shifting around to look each child in the eye.
"Yes, Mr. Aragorn." they all answered in unison. A lot of the children were close to tears, and those that weren't were already crying.
"Good, good. Alright, I'm going to untie you now, but if ANY of you move THE SLIGHTEST BIT...you will be very sorry." Aragorn ended this statement with an odd sounding cackle-type-thing, that quite frightened not only the children, but also Frodo.
Frodo stepped forward timidly. "Um, Aragorn, do you think that maybe..."
But Aragorn was not paying any attention to him whatsoever. He just walked down the rows, untying the children and smirking at their pitiful expressions. When he finished, he gave Frodo a satisfied smile. "See, isn't this fun?"
"No!" yelled Sam from the two-year-old cart. The two-year-olds did not listen to him at all. A select few listened to Merry once in a while, but they never really remembered what he had told them for too long. Poor Sam was in hysterics trying to get them to calm down.
"I wasn't talking to you!"
"But I WAS talking to you!"
"Um...Sam, do you need...some help?" Frodo walked over to him. "Because I think that Aragorn has pretty much got our group under control."
"That would be wonderful!" panted Merry from the other side of the cart.
So the three hobbits worked TOGETHER (yay!) and got the two-year-olds under control also, but this was long after all of the other groups had eaten dinner. Frodo supposed this was because most of the babies were in strollers and couldn't get out, the one-year-olds were completely in awe of Legolas and Gimli, and the three-year-olds knew better than to misbehave with Aragorn around.
After dinner, the fellowship was getting ready to put the children in bed. They'd discovered a stream where they could brush their teeth and get drinks of water before bedtime, and they had plenty of pillows and blankets. However, there was one thing that they hadn't counted on.
The two-year-olds, and some of the one-year-olds, had begun to complain that they hadn't washed their hair. The three-year-olds started to complain, but soon stopped when a disgruntled Aragorn placed a hand on the hilt of his (new) sword.
At first they chose to ignore the whining, but then the babies started crying. They were crying and tugging on their hair and kicking their teensy-weensy little feet (so cute!) until Gandalf couldn't take it anymore. "ALRIGHT!" he shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"We'll wash your hair! But we need to do this quickly." He motioned for the fellowship to gather around him. "Okay, six of us will take children to get their hair washed. Two will stay here to watch the children, and also to brush their hair when they get back. Who wants to stay?"
Aragorn's hand shot into the air.
"Yes, that would probably be best. Your group won't listen to anyone but you." Gandalf commented. "Now, let's see...how about...Merry! Children like you!"
"Um...actually, I'd kind of rather not..." Merry said hesitantly.
"Good, good. Okay, so, Merry and Aragorn will stay here. Everyone else, listen up!"
Everyone except Merry and Aragorn turned to face Gandalf, and straightened up a little bit.
"Everyone will start with the children from their own group. Don't worry about fixing their hair the way their parents said to. Just grab their shampoo and get going-"
"Gandalf, they need conditioner!" Legolas cried.
Gandalf rounded on him. Legolas didn't even flinch. "Why...do they need conditioner?"
"Because! It's very important that their hair stays moisturized. Besides, if they don't have conditioner, their hair will get frizzy, and they'll all look really bad!"
Gandalf rolled his eyes. "Fine. Shampoo and conditioner. Anyway, get their hair washed and conditioned, brush their teeth too while you're there, and then take them back to Aragorn or Merry who will brush their hair and get them dressed for bed. Is that clear to everyone?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, let's get going!"
Aragorn and Frodo walked back to their group together.
"I will be up all night!" Frodo wailed. "These kids will take forever to get ready!"
"I'll be up too!" Aragorn pointed out.
"Yes, but you won't be throwing screaming children into a freezing cold river!"
"But I will be dealing with the screaming children once they recover from the shock of being thrown into a freezing cold river."
Frodo just stared at him for a moment. "Fine, whatever." He grabbed the nearest child by the wrist. "Help me find...uh...Erufaelason's stuff."
"Okay, sure." So Frodo and Aragorn searched together. How sweet is that? On the other hand, there were some other people who weren't having such a great time as they were.
"Gandalf, I don't want to give the babies a bath! What if I drown one of them?"
"Then it will be one less child we'll have to care for, and that would be wonderful. Drown as many of them as you want to, Peregrin Took."
"But...but Gandalf..."
"Yes, I know Elrond wanted them all back safe and sound, but I really don't care. He's not the one taking them on this confounded field trip!" Gandalf began muttering to himself in a language Pippin couldn't understand, as he snatched Thalion up from his stroller and swung his bag over his shoulder. "Come on, Peregrin! We haven't got all night!"
A/N: Well, there it was, exactly 2500 words. Sorry it was so short, next one will be longer. I think I'm gonna have fun writing the next one...bath time...HOW CUTE!
Miraculously, the fellowship somehow managed to get all of the children packed up and ready to go in a little less than six hours. Elrond surveyed the situation, a very amused expression on his face. The most entertaining thing was seeing exactly how each group had gotten their children ready to go. For example, thirty-six of the babies were strapped into strollers which had been lashed together with rope...real elven rope. Pippin was sitting in the baby cart with two more babies, and Gandalf was sitting with the remaining three babies in front of him on his horse Shadowfax, who did not look at all pleased to be pulling the cart.
The one-year-olds had done pretty much the same thing, except Legolas and Gimli both rode one horses, and each only held one baby (can you guess who those were? Yep, Onna and Gandalf Junior!). The two-year-olds didn't have any strollers, so they were all jammed into small crevices or sitting on top of the supplies in the cart. Merry was riding in front, and Sam sat all by himself on a little pony.
Elrond smiled and turned his attention towards the three-year-olds. He had overheard Frodo and Aragorn talking earlier that day about how they were going to transport their kids all the way to Fangorn, and some of the things they had been considering were rather funny. There had never been a chance that they would be able to use strollers, seeing as three-year-olds can walk, and the strollers were for children who couldn't. It also didn't look like they were going to have room in their cart like Merry and Sam had, because they had fifteen more children and the same amount of space, so they'd have to come up with a new idea. Elrond was delighted to see that they had chosen one of the less kind, and ultimately, less humane ideas. The children were standing behind the cart in five equal lines, while Frodo and Aragorn walked down each row, tying a rope to the cart, and then walking down the line tying the rope around each child's wrist.
The children did not seem to like this idea at all. "Mr. Teacher, this hurts!" Kurus whined.
Bad idea. It had been a REALLY long day, and Aragorn's eyes were burning with rage as he spun around and advanced on her. He knelt down so that he was at eye level with her, and brought his face so close that she could feel him breathing. "Do you think I care if it hurts?" he whispered.
Kurus just stared at him.
"DO YOU?!?!?!?"
All of the children nearly jumped out of their skin. Kurus kept staring at him, until finally she nodded her head, a little smile on her face.
"NO! You idiotic child, I DO NOT CARE!" he turned around to face the other children. "You all had better get used to it! PAIN! Lots of pain! Pain is your friend! And you will get to hang out with your friend A LOT during the next three weeks...SO DEAL WITH IT!" He took a deep breath. "Have I made myself clear?"
Frodo spoke up. "Aragorn...are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, tying them up..."
"Yes I'm sure this was a good idea. Does anyone have any questions before we get started?"
Kurus raised her hand.
"What?" Aragorn spat.
"Why don't we get strollers?"
"Because I hate you so much that-"
"NO!" Frodo interrupted him. "Because you all are big kids and you can walk. The strollers are for the babies who can't."
"Idra can walk."
"Is Idra in a stroller?"
"Yes."
Frodo was quiet for a moment. "Okay, you know what, just be quiet." Frodo turned to Aragorn. "Oh well, I tried."
"Yeah, that's really all you can do."
Frodo and Aragorn climbed into the cart. It was going to be a loooooong three weeks.
Elrond grinned as he watched the rest of the fellowship struggling to keep their children under control.
"Girls, for the last time, KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES!"
"Peregrin Took, look and see if...um...Mebedir has a pacifier!"
"MR. TEACHER! I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS!"
"SHUT UP!!!!!"
"Mr. Teacher, I'm hungry!"
"No, absolutely not! No more cookies!"
"Mr. Teacher, I have to pee!"
"Too bad!"
Elrond decided it was time to take charge. "OKAY!!!!!! Let's all settle down now." Incredibly, everyone settled down fairly quickly. "Alrighty, there's not much to say, except that you all are running about...five hours behind schedule and the tourists will be coming early, and I do not want them to see ANY TRACE of you people here, so get out...NOW!"
"Oh, that's nice!" Aragorn began.
Frodo shook his head. "Just ignore him. Come on, let's go."
Aragorn growled unhappily, but obeyed. Frodo crawled to the back of the cart so that he could keep an eye on the children and make sure that they didn't die or anything so entirely wonderful as that. It had been agreed previously that the three-year-olds would go last in order to keep any of the other carts from running over the children. The one-year-olds went first because of Legolas' superior eyesight and earsight...or whatever, his fabulous hearing skills. Next came the babies, then the two-year-olds, and then the three-year-olds dragging far behind.
About five minutes into the journey, the children began to get antsy. Legolas was riding ahead making sure that there was no danger anywhere near. Of course, it's not like danger wouldn't see him first in his bright pink "Primary Caregiver" shirt. "Wait, hang on..." Legolas turned his horse around and rode back to Gandalf who was struggling to hold onto three babies and a horse at the same time. "Gandalf, do we have to wear these shirts anymore?"
Gandalf shrugged. "If you don't want to, I guess you don't have to."
"Okay!" Legolas set Onna in the baby cart and skillfully took off his pink shirt WHILE riding a horse and threw it into the cart. He picked Onna back up and set her in front of him on the horse. Then he returned to the front of the line and continued scouting for danger.
A few minutes later, he spotted something rather dangerous looking off in the distance. He narrowed his eyebrows to try to get a better look, and sped up a little bit. Onna twisted around and climbed onto his shoulders. She began pulling his bowstring and giggling. "Onna, get off!" Legolas cried in frustration. He reached back and snatched his bow from her hand. She shrieked in protest. "Onna, stop it!" He reached back again to get an arrow, but she latched onto his hand and wouldn't let go. "ONNA! LET GO!" He shook her off his hand and grabbed an arrow, pushing her off his head in the process. She screamed and grabbed onto his hair. "OUCH!" Legolas took hold of Onna's wrist and swung her over in front of him. "STAY THERE!"
Legolas was now in firing range of the dangerous looking thing, so he fitted his arrow onto his bow and drew the bowstring back with minimal interference from Onna. He let go and watched the arrow sail through the air.
"Oooh..." murmured Onna as she watched it fly towards the thing. She twisted around to look at him and blow a raspberry.
Legolas rolled his eyes. "You are just so cute, I can't stay mad at you for anything!" He turned his horse around and they galloped back to the cart. He set her down. "You stay here while I go investigate!" and he galloped off into the sunset. Well, the afternoon sun.
Legolas was in a very bad mood that evening. The dangerous thing that he had shot at had turned out to be a rock, and that was rather embarrassing, and he also knew that trying to get all of the children fed and ready for bed was not going to be an easy task at all.
Gimli, of course, was having the time of his life. He walked up and down the rows of strollers unfastening the seatbelts and singing lullabies. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that-"
Sam walked over timidly. "Hey Gimli, do you guys have-"
"Nope! And if that diamond ring is brass, Daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass, and if that looking glass should break-"
"Gimli, are you sure you-"
"Yep. And if that looking glass should break, Daddy's gonna buy you-"
"Okay, Gimli, that's about all I can handle, let's shut up now." Legolas had been following Gimli, lifting the children out of their seats and setting them on the ground.
"Fine, but you don't have to be so grumpy about it!"
"I'm not being grumpy!"
"I know, Leggy, I know, you're just tired."
Legolas took a deep breath. "How many times have I told you, THAT IS NOT MY NAME!"
"Sure it isn't." Gimli said soothingly. "Now, why don't you go lay down for a while? I'll take care of the babies!"
"No! You can't handle them, remember last time?"
"You are grumpy!"
"I am not the one who is grumpy! I mean, look over there! I think Frodo is a whole lot more grumpy than I am!"
Gimli turned to look at Frodo, who did indeed look grumpy. Aragorn, on the other hand, did not look grumpy at all. He looked...gleeful...in a sick, insane sort of way.
"Alright, kiddies, did you have fun today?" Aragorn grinned at them rather evilly, his eyes shifting around to look each child in the eye.
"Yes, Mr. Aragorn." they all answered in unison. A lot of the children were close to tears, and those that weren't were already crying.
"Good, good. Alright, I'm going to untie you now, but if ANY of you move THE SLIGHTEST BIT...you will be very sorry." Aragorn ended this statement with an odd sounding cackle-type-thing, that quite frightened not only the children, but also Frodo.
Frodo stepped forward timidly. "Um, Aragorn, do you think that maybe..."
But Aragorn was not paying any attention to him whatsoever. He just walked down the rows, untying the children and smirking at their pitiful expressions. When he finished, he gave Frodo a satisfied smile. "See, isn't this fun?"
"No!" yelled Sam from the two-year-old cart. The two-year-olds did not listen to him at all. A select few listened to Merry once in a while, but they never really remembered what he had told them for too long. Poor Sam was in hysterics trying to get them to calm down.
"I wasn't talking to you!"
"But I WAS talking to you!"
"Um...Sam, do you need...some help?" Frodo walked over to him. "Because I think that Aragorn has pretty much got our group under control."
"That would be wonderful!" panted Merry from the other side of the cart.
So the three hobbits worked TOGETHER (yay!) and got the two-year-olds under control also, but this was long after all of the other groups had eaten dinner. Frodo supposed this was because most of the babies were in strollers and couldn't get out, the one-year-olds were completely in awe of Legolas and Gimli, and the three-year-olds knew better than to misbehave with Aragorn around.
After dinner, the fellowship was getting ready to put the children in bed. They'd discovered a stream where they could brush their teeth and get drinks of water before bedtime, and they had plenty of pillows and blankets. However, there was one thing that they hadn't counted on.
The two-year-olds, and some of the one-year-olds, had begun to complain that they hadn't washed their hair. The three-year-olds started to complain, but soon stopped when a disgruntled Aragorn placed a hand on the hilt of his (new) sword.
At first they chose to ignore the whining, but then the babies started crying. They were crying and tugging on their hair and kicking their teensy-weensy little feet (so cute!) until Gandalf couldn't take it anymore. "ALRIGHT!" he shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"We'll wash your hair! But we need to do this quickly." He motioned for the fellowship to gather around him. "Okay, six of us will take children to get their hair washed. Two will stay here to watch the children, and also to brush their hair when they get back. Who wants to stay?"
Aragorn's hand shot into the air.
"Yes, that would probably be best. Your group won't listen to anyone but you." Gandalf commented. "Now, let's see...how about...Merry! Children like you!"
"Um...actually, I'd kind of rather not..." Merry said hesitantly.
"Good, good. Okay, so, Merry and Aragorn will stay here. Everyone else, listen up!"
Everyone except Merry and Aragorn turned to face Gandalf, and straightened up a little bit.
"Everyone will start with the children from their own group. Don't worry about fixing their hair the way their parents said to. Just grab their shampoo and get going-"
"Gandalf, they need conditioner!" Legolas cried.
Gandalf rounded on him. Legolas didn't even flinch. "Why...do they need conditioner?"
"Because! It's very important that their hair stays moisturized. Besides, if they don't have conditioner, their hair will get frizzy, and they'll all look really bad!"
Gandalf rolled his eyes. "Fine. Shampoo and conditioner. Anyway, get their hair washed and conditioned, brush their teeth too while you're there, and then take them back to Aragorn or Merry who will brush their hair and get them dressed for bed. Is that clear to everyone?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, let's get going!"
Aragorn and Frodo walked back to their group together.
"I will be up all night!" Frodo wailed. "These kids will take forever to get ready!"
"I'll be up too!" Aragorn pointed out.
"Yes, but you won't be throwing screaming children into a freezing cold river!"
"But I will be dealing with the screaming children once they recover from the shock of being thrown into a freezing cold river."
Frodo just stared at him for a moment. "Fine, whatever." He grabbed the nearest child by the wrist. "Help me find...uh...Erufaelason's stuff."
"Okay, sure." So Frodo and Aragorn searched together. How sweet is that? On the other hand, there were some other people who weren't having such a great time as they were.
"Gandalf, I don't want to give the babies a bath! What if I drown one of them?"
"Then it will be one less child we'll have to care for, and that would be wonderful. Drown as many of them as you want to, Peregrin Took."
"But...but Gandalf..."
"Yes, I know Elrond wanted them all back safe and sound, but I really don't care. He's not the one taking them on this confounded field trip!" Gandalf began muttering to himself in a language Pippin couldn't understand, as he snatched Thalion up from his stroller and swung his bag over his shoulder. "Come on, Peregrin! We haven't got all night!"
A/N: Well, there it was, exactly 2500 words. Sorry it was so short, next one will be longer. I think I'm gonna have fun writing the next one...bath time...HOW CUTE!