Aragorn the Croc Hunter: Chapter 2
A/n I'm gonna try to get started on Gimli's, Boromir's, and everyone elses' and have more Episodes of Legolas's.
Um, talkie to my peoples:
Maia's Pen: Lol, thankie. Lucky, I never get to see ANYTHING in theatres. -_- Actually, Drawves are in this episode.
OBStar20: Oh, yay! I got a loyal reader! Whoo!
Purple Wolf Girl: Well, thank you. I try. My friends all say I'm a very funny person.
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'Episode 2: Why the hell do I have to hunt and tag Dwarves?'
Aragorn, panting heavilly, finally makes it to the entrance of Moria. "Ok, today, my orders are to...HUNT AND TAG DWARVES?! DOES ELROND WANT ME DEAD OR SOMETHING?!" He pauses. "Oh, yeah, he does."
Shrugging, Aragorn takes a few tags out of his pocket. He also takes a tranquilizer gun and darts out, in case he needs them.
"OK, wish me luck." he gulps, and steps into the dark of Moria.
Inside, he can hear the distant sounds of pixk-axes falling, Dwarves grunting as they lift heavy gems out of the earth, and drunken Dwarf singing.
"Must step very lightly." Aragorn says to himself. "They CAN smell fear."
Wimpering, he goes deeper and deeper into the mines. Suddenly, he trips and falls over a drunk Dwarf, which happens to be Gimli, who DOES indeed notice him.
"Aragorn! What brings you here?" Gimli grunts drunkenly.
"Um, business?"
"Like what? Come have some ale!"
"OK!"
~*~*~ A FEW HOURS LATER~*~*~
"No, the best leader is BOB DOLE!" Aragorn yells at a Dwarf. Aragorn is now highly drunk with Dwarfish Ale.
"I DISAGREE!" the Dwarf grunts, and takes a swipe at Aragorn, who shrieks like a woman, and in his defense, pulls out a tag from his pocket, and pins it to the Dwarf's nose.
Aragorn quickly sobers up, and pulls out his tranquilizer gun and loads it. He fires madly, knocking out about five Dwarves with two darts.
"COOL! I should've taken this job earlier."
He tags all that he shot. Then, he notices the near thousand he didn't advancing towards him, brandishing their axes.
"Uh-oh."
Aragorn runs screaming madly like a woman, deafing all Elves in a 50 mile radius, from the mines.
Aragorn dives into the nearest bushes.
"Where did he go?!"
"That way, I believe!"
All the near thousand Dwarves made a mad dash towards Rivendell. They dashed as fast as their short little legs could carry them.
Aragorn waits until he is sure they are gone before sneaking out of the bushes. He whistles innocently and throws the unused tags into the nearest pond before going off in his jolly way.
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A/N PHEW! Ok, I'm not sure who he should go for next. -_-
A/n I'm gonna try to get started on Gimli's, Boromir's, and everyone elses' and have more Episodes of Legolas's.
Um, talkie to my peoples:
Maia's Pen: Lol, thankie. Lucky, I never get to see ANYTHING in theatres. -_- Actually, Drawves are in this episode.
OBStar20: Oh, yay! I got a loyal reader! Whoo!
Purple Wolf Girl: Well, thank you. I try. My friends all say I'm a very funny person.
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'Episode 2: Why the hell do I have to hunt and tag Dwarves?'
Aragorn, panting heavilly, finally makes it to the entrance of Moria. "Ok, today, my orders are to...HUNT AND TAG DWARVES?! DOES ELROND WANT ME DEAD OR SOMETHING?!" He pauses. "Oh, yeah, he does."
Shrugging, Aragorn takes a few tags out of his pocket. He also takes a tranquilizer gun and darts out, in case he needs them.
"OK, wish me luck." he gulps, and steps into the dark of Moria.
Inside, he can hear the distant sounds of pixk-axes falling, Dwarves grunting as they lift heavy gems out of the earth, and drunken Dwarf singing.
"Must step very lightly." Aragorn says to himself. "They CAN smell fear."
Wimpering, he goes deeper and deeper into the mines. Suddenly, he trips and falls over a drunk Dwarf, which happens to be Gimli, who DOES indeed notice him.
"Aragorn! What brings you here?" Gimli grunts drunkenly.
"Um, business?"
"Like what? Come have some ale!"
"OK!"
~*~*~ A FEW HOURS LATER~*~*~
"No, the best leader is BOB DOLE!" Aragorn yells at a Dwarf. Aragorn is now highly drunk with Dwarfish Ale.
"I DISAGREE!" the Dwarf grunts, and takes a swipe at Aragorn, who shrieks like a woman, and in his defense, pulls out a tag from his pocket, and pins it to the Dwarf's nose.
Aragorn quickly sobers up, and pulls out his tranquilizer gun and loads it. He fires madly, knocking out about five Dwarves with two darts.
"COOL! I should've taken this job earlier."
He tags all that he shot. Then, he notices the near thousand he didn't advancing towards him, brandishing their axes.
"Uh-oh."
Aragorn runs screaming madly like a woman, deafing all Elves in a 50 mile radius, from the mines.
Aragorn dives into the nearest bushes.
"Where did he go?!"
"That way, I believe!"
All the near thousand Dwarves made a mad dash towards Rivendell. They dashed as fast as their short little legs could carry them.
Aragorn waits until he is sure they are gone before sneaking out of the bushes. He whistles innocently and throws the unused tags into the nearest pond before going off in his jolly way.
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A/N PHEW! Ok, I'm not sure who he should go for next. -_-