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There was five seconds of silence before Legolas broke the silence with an impatient, 'Well? Balrog got your tongue? Start explaining, little halfling!' which was followed by a sharp prod. Frodo jumped and stared at annoyance at Legolas before thinking better of the situation (considering that he barely reached up to Legolas' waist), and then sighed.
'Well, it's like this - any number of people can play this game - we used to play in groups of twenty in the Shire,' Frodo let his eyes glaze for a moment, remembering his childhood when he was even shorter than he was presently, but the impatient glares thrown at him made him continue.
'Ah well, then it's like each person takes turn to say "Gandalf says [something]". You can give any order you like and all at present are supposed to obey. But here comes the tricky part, occasionally, someone will purposely not say "Gandalf says" instead simply beginning with the order, if anyone also obeys that order, that person is out of the game!'
He watched as the rest of the fellowship struggled to digest this new piece of halfling game information.
'Sounds easy,' Legolas arched an eyebrow at the irony of such a simple game. Gimli echoed him with a nod of the beard.
'Then, shall we begin?'
'Yes, you start,' Arwen cheered inwardly at the prospect of something to do.
Frodo thought for a moment then said, 'Gandalf says [reach over the person on your left and shake their hand],'
Arwen turned to Sam, who turned to Merry, who definitely as all can guess turned to Pippin, who gladly took Legolas' silky-smooth hand. Legolas in the meantime turned and shook Aragorn's hand gladly while the King shook Eowyn's hand and the line goes on, as you can see.
'Gandalf says [close your eyes and stretch out your hands, feel for the person near you and hug the person - do NOT do anything other than hug],' The last bit was added when he saw Merry puckering his lips to kiss Pippin, it always never failed to disgust him.
Arwen instinctively felt for Eowyn, which was not difficult as Eowyn's skin was smoother than the males, save only Legolas, who anyway, was in a nice, cuddly hug with Aragorn. A shout of 'ouch' was heard when Gimli, bumped into the wall in his frantic enthusiasm to find a partner.
Frodo grinned in amusement. This was getting funny.
'Well, Gandalf says [lie on your back and kick into the air],' Frodo ordered, carefully stepping back so as not to be kicked by Legolas who was taking his instructions too seriously. Occasional shouts of pain were heard from Pippin who was searching for an empty spot in the room.
Just as the whole fellowship was enthusiastically imaging themselves to be fighting off orcs (Frodo was sure that at least Legolas was for he heard the elf say "Take that, Yrch," at least thrice), the door opened.
All movement ceased as the poor royal advisor stared amazedly at Aragorn, who was trying to appear calm and unruffled caught in such an embarrassing situation. Surely the king has not gone mad with boredom, the advisor thought in alarm as he observed Aragorn's shaggy, messy tresses and the crumpled state of the king's clothing!
'A-apologies, my lords and ladies, but I just needed King Aragorn to start signing his royal documents - he's not completely anything today yet,'
Aragorn dearly wanted to wring the man's neck as he gritted his teeth and said, 'Ahem, I was just practicing my new fighting moves - Mr. Baggins here has invented a new series of fight moves to combat orcs and we're testing it out. Now, be off with you!'
'But, King Elessar, you haven't accomplished anything today!' the poor man stuttered, trying to get his job done.
'Oh, if you'll just leave me alone, I'll get *something* accomplished!' Aragorn snapped.
'But the documents, sir!' the advisor looked really bewildered by the king's sudden uncooperativeness.
'Leave it in my chambers, I will do those tonight,' Aragorn said dismissively, wishing the man would just vanish for good.
The advisor did vanish indeed, just barely five seconds later for he saw that Aragorn was looking for something to aim at his head.
'On your feet,' Frodo suddenly said, taking advantage of the moment of disturbed concentration and laughed when all of the Fellowship sprung up.
'Penalty for all, that's it,' Frodo smiled wickedly.
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2 hours later
'I simply love those dark tresses, chiseled features, tall stature, strong arms, oh for the love of Valar,' Legolas unwittingly sighed, sounding very much like some lovelorn elf. Beside him, Gimli arched both eyebrows and spoke in amazement.
'Oh god, don't you know by now the Arwen isn't interested in males?'
Legolas could have sighed in frustration again as he turned to the dwarf and said sharply, 'I'm not interested in her. As if I would,'
'Then who is the one who makes you sigh like as if Thranduil has decided to make peace with orcs?' Gimli asked inquisitively.
'AragornsonofArathorn,' Legolas hissed the name as if it carried poison, making Gimli take a step back in alarm.
'Did I just hear you say that the one you love is Aragorn?'
'Uh-huh,'
'Oh, dear Barlin, save me!'
And Gimli fell into a dead faint.
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6 hours later
'I hate that what's-his-name advisor of mine, I hate my job, I hate Gondor, I hate Rohan, I HATE MIDDLE-EARTH!' Aragorn exploded like a volcano as he eyed the piles of documents which had accumulated over the last seventy two hours and then sighed unhappily.
'This is one of the reasons why I'd rather be in the Mines of Moria,' the king gave a whinny noise as he jabbed gingerly at the six inch high paperwork that awaited his 'royal attention' as the note from his advisor said.
Curse that halfling Frodo, Aragorn thought. The little vertically-challenged midget had given them all the penalty of hopping around on one foot while being buckets of icy water were being poured on them. It had taken Aragorn hours to convince Arwen and his advisor not to send for Elrond in case he fell sick.
Speaking of Arwen, now, Aragorn knew that both she and him were extremely thankful the wedding was called off for they were both not straight, if you get what his royal highness meant. Arwen saw him as a little baby brother - she had the right to do so for she had seen him grow up from a little toddler who swore to marry Elladan or was it his twin, she could not remember, to a scraggly teenager determined to gain independence by dying his hair blonde like the elves.
Aragorn had just started scratching his quill against the paper when he stopped, put down his pen and looked into the darkness, hissing, 'Which elf is that?'
After half a minute, a gleaming figure stepped out of the darkness.
'Legolas, what the hell are you doing here?'
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There was five seconds of silence before Legolas broke the silence with an impatient, 'Well? Balrog got your tongue? Start explaining, little halfling!' which was followed by a sharp prod. Frodo jumped and stared at annoyance at Legolas before thinking better of the situation (considering that he barely reached up to Legolas' waist), and then sighed.
'Well, it's like this - any number of people can play this game - we used to play in groups of twenty in the Shire,' Frodo let his eyes glaze for a moment, remembering his childhood when he was even shorter than he was presently, but the impatient glares thrown at him made him continue.
'Ah well, then it's like each person takes turn to say "Gandalf says [something]". You can give any order you like and all at present are supposed to obey. But here comes the tricky part, occasionally, someone will purposely not say "Gandalf says" instead simply beginning with the order, if anyone also obeys that order, that person is out of the game!'
He watched as the rest of the fellowship struggled to digest this new piece of halfling game information.
'Sounds easy,' Legolas arched an eyebrow at the irony of such a simple game. Gimli echoed him with a nod of the beard.
'Then, shall we begin?'
'Yes, you start,' Arwen cheered inwardly at the prospect of something to do.
Frodo thought for a moment then said, 'Gandalf says [reach over the person on your left and shake their hand],'
Arwen turned to Sam, who turned to Merry, who definitely as all can guess turned to Pippin, who gladly took Legolas' silky-smooth hand. Legolas in the meantime turned and shook Aragorn's hand gladly while the King shook Eowyn's hand and the line goes on, as you can see.
'Gandalf says [close your eyes and stretch out your hands, feel for the person near you and hug the person - do NOT do anything other than hug],' The last bit was added when he saw Merry puckering his lips to kiss Pippin, it always never failed to disgust him.
Arwen instinctively felt for Eowyn, which was not difficult as Eowyn's skin was smoother than the males, save only Legolas, who anyway, was in a nice, cuddly hug with Aragorn. A shout of 'ouch' was heard when Gimli, bumped into the wall in his frantic enthusiasm to find a partner.
Frodo grinned in amusement. This was getting funny.
'Well, Gandalf says [lie on your back and kick into the air],' Frodo ordered, carefully stepping back so as not to be kicked by Legolas who was taking his instructions too seriously. Occasional shouts of pain were heard from Pippin who was searching for an empty spot in the room.
Just as the whole fellowship was enthusiastically imaging themselves to be fighting off orcs (Frodo was sure that at least Legolas was for he heard the elf say "Take that, Yrch," at least thrice), the door opened.
All movement ceased as the poor royal advisor stared amazedly at Aragorn, who was trying to appear calm and unruffled caught in such an embarrassing situation. Surely the king has not gone mad with boredom, the advisor thought in alarm as he observed Aragorn's shaggy, messy tresses and the crumpled state of the king's clothing!
'A-apologies, my lords and ladies, but I just needed King Aragorn to start signing his royal documents - he's not completely anything today yet,'
Aragorn dearly wanted to wring the man's neck as he gritted his teeth and said, 'Ahem, I was just practicing my new fighting moves - Mr. Baggins here has invented a new series of fight moves to combat orcs and we're testing it out. Now, be off with you!'
'But, King Elessar, you haven't accomplished anything today!' the poor man stuttered, trying to get his job done.
'Oh, if you'll just leave me alone, I'll get *something* accomplished!' Aragorn snapped.
'But the documents, sir!' the advisor looked really bewildered by the king's sudden uncooperativeness.
'Leave it in my chambers, I will do those tonight,' Aragorn said dismissively, wishing the man would just vanish for good.
The advisor did vanish indeed, just barely five seconds later for he saw that Aragorn was looking for something to aim at his head.
'On your feet,' Frodo suddenly said, taking advantage of the moment of disturbed concentration and laughed when all of the Fellowship sprung up.
'Penalty for all, that's it,' Frodo smiled wickedly.
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2 hours later
'I simply love those dark tresses, chiseled features, tall stature, strong arms, oh for the love of Valar,' Legolas unwittingly sighed, sounding very much like some lovelorn elf. Beside him, Gimli arched both eyebrows and spoke in amazement.
'Oh god, don't you know by now the Arwen isn't interested in males?'
Legolas could have sighed in frustration again as he turned to the dwarf and said sharply, 'I'm not interested in her. As if I would,'
'Then who is the one who makes you sigh like as if Thranduil has decided to make peace with orcs?' Gimli asked inquisitively.
'AragornsonofArathorn,' Legolas hissed the name as if it carried poison, making Gimli take a step back in alarm.
'Did I just hear you say that the one you love is Aragorn?'
'Uh-huh,'
'Oh, dear Barlin, save me!'
And Gimli fell into a dead faint.
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6 hours later
'I hate that what's-his-name advisor of mine, I hate my job, I hate Gondor, I hate Rohan, I HATE MIDDLE-EARTH!' Aragorn exploded like a volcano as he eyed the piles of documents which had accumulated over the last seventy two hours and then sighed unhappily.
'This is one of the reasons why I'd rather be in the Mines of Moria,' the king gave a whinny noise as he jabbed gingerly at the six inch high paperwork that awaited his 'royal attention' as the note from his advisor said.
Curse that halfling Frodo, Aragorn thought. The little vertically-challenged midget had given them all the penalty of hopping around on one foot while being buckets of icy water were being poured on them. It had taken Aragorn hours to convince Arwen and his advisor not to send for Elrond in case he fell sick.
Speaking of Arwen, now, Aragorn knew that both she and him were extremely thankful the wedding was called off for they were both not straight, if you get what his royal highness meant. Arwen saw him as a little baby brother - she had the right to do so for she had seen him grow up from a little toddler who swore to marry Elladan or was it his twin, she could not remember, to a scraggly teenager determined to gain independence by dying his hair blonde like the elves.
Aragorn had just started scratching his quill against the paper when he stopped, put down his pen and looked into the darkness, hissing, 'Which elf is that?'
After half a minute, a gleaming figure stepped out of the darkness.
'Legolas, what the hell are you doing here?'
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