Chapter Two: Triumphant Victors
Many hours later.
"You mangy dog."
"Big Cow."
"Frumpy woman in tights."
Legolas was sitting at the table, perfectly content. "You're not going to beat me."
"You can think that all you want." Arell said equally unaffected. "More drinks!" She demanded; there table already overflowing with empty mugs.
Aragorn looked at them, amused, "I'm cutting you two off."
"C'mon, Legolas is starting to buckle, I can see it!"
"I'm sorry, Arell, but no more."
"Fine, doesn't matter, I was winning anyway."
"Ahem, I believe I was the victor." Legolas argued.
"AHEM, I believe you are so far gone in drink you have absolutely no idea what you are speaking of." They continued to argue.
On the other side of the table, Pippin and CeNedra had both passed out, around the same time. CeNedra was laying facedown on the floor, and Pip was sprawled out next to her.
"Can you really tell who won?" Merry asked Sam.
"Not really.who would you rather win?"
"I know what a Mary Sue is.so I want Pip to win, so I can find out what bondage is."
"Aye, that's one for Pip," said Sam. "Gimli?"
"I must say, young Pip needs a wake-up call," Gimli said shrewdly. "Let 'em win, let 'em learn."
"Let 'em get luvs." Arell said momentarily ceasing the argument.
There was giggling among the conscious. "What about you, Legolas?"
"I go with Gimli on this one."
"Aragorn?"
He laughed. "Pip."
"I AM NOT A EUNICH!" Legolas yelled, Arell laughed evilly. The room quieted.
"I think she wins, just for causing that reaction." Gimli said quietly, thus making the room erupt in laughter, and Legolas to blush deeply.
"I concur." Said Aragorn, chuckling, and with that, Arell began to dance with glee.
The conscious could not help but laugh at the misfortunes of those unconscious. "I can understand Pip and CeNedra, but what happened to Gandalf?" said Aragorn, smiling, referring to a snoring Gandalf poking out from underneath a table.
"I do not envy the headaches that those two will have in the morning," said Legolas.
"It almost is morning," Gimli pointed out.
"We need to get these poor hobbits to bed," Aragorn said. He looked to the rest of them, who looked around the room and whistled innocently. "Fine, I'll get them."
*
Pip awoke the next morning with a searing headache. Merry was in the bed next to his, and Pip rolled over. "Merry.where am I?"
"Minas Tirith, and you my dear, have just won a drinking contest."
Pip's smile was a mile wide. "I knew I would. No one can out-drink me.except maybe you, Merry." He tried to sit up, but immediately felt that was not a good idea. "As soon as CeNedra wakes up, bring her to me," he said. "I'm eager to know what bondage means."
"As am I," said Merry. "In fact, I think I'll check on her now."
Merry left, and returned a few minutes later, practically dragging CeNedra. "All right," said Pip. "What does it mean?"
CeNedra smiled weakly. "Well."
*
Meanwhile in the dining room.
"Come on, one more champagne!" Arell dared. "Betcha can't take it!"
"Arell, give it up," Legolas said with a sigh.
"Never."
"They're sick, aren't they?" Sam said, shaking his head.
"Aye," said Gimli. "Demented souls."
"I'm not doing anything! It's HER!"
Arell muttered something in a cough.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU FEMALE RAINMAN, I AM NOT A EUNICH!!!!!!"
Many hours later.
"You mangy dog."
"Big Cow."
"Frumpy woman in tights."
Legolas was sitting at the table, perfectly content. "You're not going to beat me."
"You can think that all you want." Arell said equally unaffected. "More drinks!" She demanded; there table already overflowing with empty mugs.
Aragorn looked at them, amused, "I'm cutting you two off."
"C'mon, Legolas is starting to buckle, I can see it!"
"I'm sorry, Arell, but no more."
"Fine, doesn't matter, I was winning anyway."
"Ahem, I believe I was the victor." Legolas argued.
"AHEM, I believe you are so far gone in drink you have absolutely no idea what you are speaking of." They continued to argue.
On the other side of the table, Pippin and CeNedra had both passed out, around the same time. CeNedra was laying facedown on the floor, and Pip was sprawled out next to her.
"Can you really tell who won?" Merry asked Sam.
"Not really.who would you rather win?"
"I know what a Mary Sue is.so I want Pip to win, so I can find out what bondage is."
"Aye, that's one for Pip," said Sam. "Gimli?"
"I must say, young Pip needs a wake-up call," Gimli said shrewdly. "Let 'em win, let 'em learn."
"Let 'em get luvs." Arell said momentarily ceasing the argument.
There was giggling among the conscious. "What about you, Legolas?"
"I go with Gimli on this one."
"Aragorn?"
He laughed. "Pip."
"I AM NOT A EUNICH!" Legolas yelled, Arell laughed evilly. The room quieted.
"I think she wins, just for causing that reaction." Gimli said quietly, thus making the room erupt in laughter, and Legolas to blush deeply.
"I concur." Said Aragorn, chuckling, and with that, Arell began to dance with glee.
The conscious could not help but laugh at the misfortunes of those unconscious. "I can understand Pip and CeNedra, but what happened to Gandalf?" said Aragorn, smiling, referring to a snoring Gandalf poking out from underneath a table.
"I do not envy the headaches that those two will have in the morning," said Legolas.
"It almost is morning," Gimli pointed out.
"We need to get these poor hobbits to bed," Aragorn said. He looked to the rest of them, who looked around the room and whistled innocently. "Fine, I'll get them."
*
Pip awoke the next morning with a searing headache. Merry was in the bed next to his, and Pip rolled over. "Merry.where am I?"
"Minas Tirith, and you my dear, have just won a drinking contest."
Pip's smile was a mile wide. "I knew I would. No one can out-drink me.except maybe you, Merry." He tried to sit up, but immediately felt that was not a good idea. "As soon as CeNedra wakes up, bring her to me," he said. "I'm eager to know what bondage means."
"As am I," said Merry. "In fact, I think I'll check on her now."
Merry left, and returned a few minutes later, practically dragging CeNedra. "All right," said Pip. "What does it mean?"
CeNedra smiled weakly. "Well."
*
Meanwhile in the dining room.
"Come on, one more champagne!" Arell dared. "Betcha can't take it!"
"Arell, give it up," Legolas said with a sigh.
"Never."
"They're sick, aren't they?" Sam said, shaking his head.
"Aye," said Gimli. "Demented souls."
"I'm not doing anything! It's HER!"
Arell muttered something in a cough.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU FEMALE RAINMAN, I AM NOT A EUNICH!!!!!!"