A/N: Does anyone reading this think I actually own Lord of the Rings, if
you are then you're crazy and need to seek professional help. I don't own
it nor do I own Eggo waffles.
And if there are any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologize profusely, my computer is wacko and the spellcheck and stuff on Word won't work. (Best oxymoron in the world: Microsoft Works).
Anyways, read and review please, I hope you like my first, and probably only, Lord of the Rings fic. (mid/early FotR) And if you're wondering where I came up with the idea, me and my dad were discussing Legolas's name.
And just so you know, this story is messed up format-wise because I cannot for the life of me figure out how this stupid Quickedit thing works. I know, I sound like some idiot who couldn't work a toaster but I haven't put a fic on FF.net in forever, so I'm a little rusty at it, so sorry for the inconvienieces.
He got up before the morning sun rose, while his companions still slept. He crept to his bag as quiet as Hobbit-ly possibly, to retreive the sacred yellow box. He reached inside and pulled out his prey, putting it in a frying pan.
Slightly away from the camp, he had built a small fire, above which he rested his frying pan. As it began to sizzle, the warm smell caught air and blew with the wind to the sleeping noses of his friends.
They awoke, reluctant and sleepy, noses twitching at the familiar smell. The three of them crept behind the figure at the fire. "Pippin!" Merry said, jumping out at him.
The Hobbit screamed and tried to hide his fire and breakfast. "Uh, hello, Merry, fine morning, isn't it?"
"Fine morning for a...waffle," Sam said condescendingly.
"You're not getting my waffle!" Pippin hissed.
The other three Hobbits flew towards their traiterous friend. "You distract him, I'll get the waffle," Frodo called to Sam.
"Oh, no you don't," Merry said, tackling the Ringbearer.
Merry struggled with Frodo as Pippin fought with Sam, all slowly inching nearer to the precious pancake...waffle...thingy. Each reached out to grab it from the pan at the same time, but the pan was still hot from the fire and-
"OWWWWWW," they all proclaimed, yanking their hands back and sending the waffle flying through the air.
Frodo reached up and grabbed it as it fell, and the other three attacked him. They began to brawl and fight, the waffle constantly switching hands but never hitting the ground.
"What are the little ones doing?" Boromir asked Aragorn, both watching the halflings fight.
"Hobbit's and their food," Aragorn muttered.
"Leggo my Eggo," Pippin proclaimed.
Then, Legolas strod by them, casually grabbing the fought-over food from the air and taking a bite. "Hm," he said, thinking. "Not as good as lembas, but its not bad."
The Hobbits stared as the Elf finished the waffle and walked away. "Well, it solves our problem," Frodo observed.
Nobody noticed as a small, ugly-looking creature with gigantic eyes grabbed a yellow box and scampered back off into the woods, muttering to himself. "My precious...Eggo waffles!"
And if there are any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologize profusely, my computer is wacko and the spellcheck and stuff on Word won't work. (Best oxymoron in the world: Microsoft Works).
Anyways, read and review please, I hope you like my first, and probably only, Lord of the Rings fic. (mid/early FotR) And if you're wondering where I came up with the idea, me and my dad were discussing Legolas's name.
And just so you know, this story is messed up format-wise because I cannot for the life of me figure out how this stupid Quickedit thing works. I know, I sound like some idiot who couldn't work a toaster but I haven't put a fic on FF.net in forever, so I'm a little rusty at it, so sorry for the inconvienieces.
He got up before the morning sun rose, while his companions still slept. He crept to his bag as quiet as Hobbit-ly possibly, to retreive the sacred yellow box. He reached inside and pulled out his prey, putting it in a frying pan.
Slightly away from the camp, he had built a small fire, above which he rested his frying pan. As it began to sizzle, the warm smell caught air and blew with the wind to the sleeping noses of his friends.
They awoke, reluctant and sleepy, noses twitching at the familiar smell. The three of them crept behind the figure at the fire. "Pippin!" Merry said, jumping out at him.
The Hobbit screamed and tried to hide his fire and breakfast. "Uh, hello, Merry, fine morning, isn't it?"
"Fine morning for a...waffle," Sam said condescendingly.
"You're not getting my waffle!" Pippin hissed.
The other three Hobbits flew towards their traiterous friend. "You distract him, I'll get the waffle," Frodo called to Sam.
"Oh, no you don't," Merry said, tackling the Ringbearer.
Merry struggled with Frodo as Pippin fought with Sam, all slowly inching nearer to the precious pancake...waffle...thingy. Each reached out to grab it from the pan at the same time, but the pan was still hot from the fire and-
"OWWWWWW," they all proclaimed, yanking their hands back and sending the waffle flying through the air.
Frodo reached up and grabbed it as it fell, and the other three attacked him. They began to brawl and fight, the waffle constantly switching hands but never hitting the ground.
"What are the little ones doing?" Boromir asked Aragorn, both watching the halflings fight.
"Hobbit's and their food," Aragorn muttered.
"Leggo my Eggo," Pippin proclaimed.
Then, Legolas strod by them, casually grabbing the fought-over food from the air and taking a bite. "Hm," he said, thinking. "Not as good as lembas, but its not bad."
The Hobbits stared as the Elf finished the waffle and walked away. "Well, it solves our problem," Frodo observed.
Nobody noticed as a small, ugly-looking creature with gigantic eyes grabbed a yellow box and scampered back off into the woods, muttering to himself. "My precious...Eggo waffles!"