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Thou must have fun while performing pranks
Lord Glorfindel discovered Elrond the next morning in his study the next morning, lying beside his desk in his waterlogged study. Only his face was visible above the murky water. A large bump was protruding from his forehead. He had apparently fallen off his desk in the middle of the night and whacked is head, while he was falling, off the side of it. This was quite obvious because of the bloodstain on the desk and on his head. There was also the fact that he was unconscious. He was still clutching his rubber mat close to him as though it was his only friend in the world.
Glorfindel tried to shake Elrond awake but to no effect. Finally he decided on a different approach.
"GIANT SPIDERS COMING THIS WAY!!!" he hollered, as loud as he could before his lungs exploded.
Elrond sat up rather suddenly and drew the...
Baseball bat!
He lunged forward and 'stabbed' Glorfindel in the stomach with it, who fell back into the water. Elrond looked around for any spiders but only saw Glorfindel lying in the water completely winded, but still managing to laugh.
"Glad to see you're awake again, my Lord!" choked Glorfindel.
"Don't talk so loud Pip!" Merry groaned, stumbling forward towards the door of their room.
"WHY NOT MERRY? IS IT BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT A HANGOVER?" Pippin shouted. Merry groaned again, for he knew that in actual fact Pippin was talking at the normal volume. If it had sounded like shouting... well, it was going to be a very long morning.
"I'M NOT SUPPRISED!" said Pippin. "THE AMOUNT YOU DRANK LAST NIGHT! EVEN SAURON WOULD GET A HANGOVER WITH THAT!"
"Ugh! I'm going back to bed!" said Merry feebly.
"You can't Merry! It's a lovely day! And we still have pranks to form!" Pippin cried, throwing open the curtains.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Yelled Merry, as the light hit his face.
"Oops! Sorry!" said Pippin, knowing that when his older cousin recovered, he better get ready to run.
Aragorn walked into Elrond's bedroom to find the elf lord sitting on the floor, listening to calming music and doing yoga in a vain attempt to reach his 'inner calm'.
"My Lord..." began Aragorn.
"Be still Estel. You are poisoning my positive chi with your negative chi!"
Aragorn rushed out of the room, wondering what they had done to the elf lord's sanity.
As he turned a corner, Pippin smashed into him, and the hobbit fell backwards onto the floor.
"Sorry Strider!" stammered Pippin scrambling to his feet. "The Prince of Pranks craves audience with you."
Aragorn looked bewildered.
"Merry wants to see you," said Pippin shortly, reading the look on Aragorns face.
"You could have just said so in the first place!" exclaimed Aragorn, striding off to look for Merry.
Once again, The Fellowship of Rule Beakers were assembled in an upstairs room, ready for their next big prank. The old walkie-talkies had been handed out again. Everyone was prepared for this stunt.
For the second time in three days, Arwen was found in a boiler room. This one was much smaller as the main one had blown up. Thanks to Elrond's pickiness about temperature each room in Rivendell had it's own heating system.
Walkie-talkie in one hand and torch in the other, she searched the small room until she found what she was looking for. She twisted it down as far as it would go and shivered at the thought of how cold that would be.
Meanwhile Merry and Pippin were sitting beside the big stretch of water that they had swam across to avoid Elrond the previous day. The rest of the Fellowship were there too and everyone was dressed *very* warmly.
"I'm too warm!" whined Lindir. "Can't we take just a few of these layers off?"
"You'll be thankful that you're wearing them once Arwen's completed her little task!" Aragorn advised him.
It happened rather suddenly. They all felt the temperature drop by at least thirty degrees.
"I'm too cold!" whined Lindir. They only had to wait two minutes until the water in front of them froze, solid as rock.
"OK! Let's get out of here!" said Legolas, wanting to get out of the cold environment. As he tried to pull himself to his feet, he slipped on the edge of the ice and went sliding across it on his back, coming to a halt right in front of Arwen, who had emerged from a side passage.
"You could have waited for me!" she said grumpily.
"COOL!" cried Pippin, leaping forward.
"Literally!" said Merry, following. Both tried to run towards Legolas but succeeded in getting nowhere as their feet kept slipping back on the ice. Finally, in unison, they fell flat on their faces. Sam and Frodo appeared at their sides and pushed. Hard. Merry and Pippin went across the ice at top speed, eventually stopping in a pile of slush at the other side.
It was at this point that the Fellowship of Rule Breakers invented Ice Skating. Aragorn stayed up easily, being a ranger and all. Lindir wasn't so lucky as he only managed to keep to his feet for a few seconds at a time.
Thanks to the elvish grace of Arwen, she became the first figure skater in Middle Earth. Elladan and Elrohir had great fun pushing each other down and any time Legolas tried to skate, he always ended up going round in circles. Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam had a huge slush fight, which involved everyone getting very wet and very cold.
Pippin was the first to surrender. "This has been one of the best times of my life, but I need my beauty sleep!"
"You're not kidding!" muttered Merry.
Pippin gave him a withering look and said, "Ha ha ha, Merry. Look, I'll see you all in the morning." He skated gracefully off the ice and headed towards his bedchamber.
He hadn't got very far when he heard footsteps coming from around the corner. He hadn't had a chance to hide when none other than Elrond himself was less than a foot away from him.
"You're doomed!" he said quietly. Pippin froze. "I'll get the other one later!" and with that reached a hand out to grab Pippin.
Pippin came to his senses quickly and dodged out of reach of the hand. He turned on his heel and sprinted toward the ice rink.
The chase continued down the corridor with Elrond shouting random comments.
"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!" was a favourite. So was, "THIS ISN'T A THREAT! IT'S A PROMISE!"
He had just started to yell again. "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-" but he was cut off as he reached the ice. Pippin, who was used to it, skated across with ease, but Elrond...
SMASH!!!
Elrond fell extraordinarily hard. Many of the Fellowship gasped in surprise as the elf whizzed past them, straight into a pillar at the other side.
The members of the Fellowship skated over reluctantly, not wanting him to wake up. For once again, Elrond was unconscious. Blood was pouring out of his nose and his leg was sticking out at an odd angle.
"Ew!" cried Pippin. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow!"
A.N. Sorry for the delay! School, teachers, homework, you know! Expect the next chapter very shortly. Thanx to all are wonderful reviewers. You're comments are greatly appreciated! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney
Thou must have fun while performing pranks
Lord Glorfindel discovered Elrond the next morning in his study the next morning, lying beside his desk in his waterlogged study. Only his face was visible above the murky water. A large bump was protruding from his forehead. He had apparently fallen off his desk in the middle of the night and whacked is head, while he was falling, off the side of it. This was quite obvious because of the bloodstain on the desk and on his head. There was also the fact that he was unconscious. He was still clutching his rubber mat close to him as though it was his only friend in the world.
Glorfindel tried to shake Elrond awake but to no effect. Finally he decided on a different approach.
"GIANT SPIDERS COMING THIS WAY!!!" he hollered, as loud as he could before his lungs exploded.
Elrond sat up rather suddenly and drew the...
Baseball bat!
He lunged forward and 'stabbed' Glorfindel in the stomach with it, who fell back into the water. Elrond looked around for any spiders but only saw Glorfindel lying in the water completely winded, but still managing to laugh.
"Glad to see you're awake again, my Lord!" choked Glorfindel.
"Don't talk so loud Pip!" Merry groaned, stumbling forward towards the door of their room.
"WHY NOT MERRY? IS IT BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT A HANGOVER?" Pippin shouted. Merry groaned again, for he knew that in actual fact Pippin was talking at the normal volume. If it had sounded like shouting... well, it was going to be a very long morning.
"I'M NOT SUPPRISED!" said Pippin. "THE AMOUNT YOU DRANK LAST NIGHT! EVEN SAURON WOULD GET A HANGOVER WITH THAT!"
"Ugh! I'm going back to bed!" said Merry feebly.
"You can't Merry! It's a lovely day! And we still have pranks to form!" Pippin cried, throwing open the curtains.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Yelled Merry, as the light hit his face.
"Oops! Sorry!" said Pippin, knowing that when his older cousin recovered, he better get ready to run.
Aragorn walked into Elrond's bedroom to find the elf lord sitting on the floor, listening to calming music and doing yoga in a vain attempt to reach his 'inner calm'.
"My Lord..." began Aragorn.
"Be still Estel. You are poisoning my positive chi with your negative chi!"
Aragorn rushed out of the room, wondering what they had done to the elf lord's sanity.
As he turned a corner, Pippin smashed into him, and the hobbit fell backwards onto the floor.
"Sorry Strider!" stammered Pippin scrambling to his feet. "The Prince of Pranks craves audience with you."
Aragorn looked bewildered.
"Merry wants to see you," said Pippin shortly, reading the look on Aragorns face.
"You could have just said so in the first place!" exclaimed Aragorn, striding off to look for Merry.
Once again, The Fellowship of Rule Beakers were assembled in an upstairs room, ready for their next big prank. The old walkie-talkies had been handed out again. Everyone was prepared for this stunt.
For the second time in three days, Arwen was found in a boiler room. This one was much smaller as the main one had blown up. Thanks to Elrond's pickiness about temperature each room in Rivendell had it's own heating system.
Walkie-talkie in one hand and torch in the other, she searched the small room until she found what she was looking for. She twisted it down as far as it would go and shivered at the thought of how cold that would be.
Meanwhile Merry and Pippin were sitting beside the big stretch of water that they had swam across to avoid Elrond the previous day. The rest of the Fellowship were there too and everyone was dressed *very* warmly.
"I'm too warm!" whined Lindir. "Can't we take just a few of these layers off?"
"You'll be thankful that you're wearing them once Arwen's completed her little task!" Aragorn advised him.
It happened rather suddenly. They all felt the temperature drop by at least thirty degrees.
"I'm too cold!" whined Lindir. They only had to wait two minutes until the water in front of them froze, solid as rock.
"OK! Let's get out of here!" said Legolas, wanting to get out of the cold environment. As he tried to pull himself to his feet, he slipped on the edge of the ice and went sliding across it on his back, coming to a halt right in front of Arwen, who had emerged from a side passage.
"You could have waited for me!" she said grumpily.
"COOL!" cried Pippin, leaping forward.
"Literally!" said Merry, following. Both tried to run towards Legolas but succeeded in getting nowhere as their feet kept slipping back on the ice. Finally, in unison, they fell flat on their faces. Sam and Frodo appeared at their sides and pushed. Hard. Merry and Pippin went across the ice at top speed, eventually stopping in a pile of slush at the other side.
It was at this point that the Fellowship of Rule Breakers invented Ice Skating. Aragorn stayed up easily, being a ranger and all. Lindir wasn't so lucky as he only managed to keep to his feet for a few seconds at a time.
Thanks to the elvish grace of Arwen, she became the first figure skater in Middle Earth. Elladan and Elrohir had great fun pushing each other down and any time Legolas tried to skate, he always ended up going round in circles. Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam had a huge slush fight, which involved everyone getting very wet and very cold.
Pippin was the first to surrender. "This has been one of the best times of my life, but I need my beauty sleep!"
"You're not kidding!" muttered Merry.
Pippin gave him a withering look and said, "Ha ha ha, Merry. Look, I'll see you all in the morning." He skated gracefully off the ice and headed towards his bedchamber.
He hadn't got very far when he heard footsteps coming from around the corner. He hadn't had a chance to hide when none other than Elrond himself was less than a foot away from him.
"You're doomed!" he said quietly. Pippin froze. "I'll get the other one later!" and with that reached a hand out to grab Pippin.
Pippin came to his senses quickly and dodged out of reach of the hand. He turned on his heel and sprinted toward the ice rink.
The chase continued down the corridor with Elrond shouting random comments.
"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!" was a favourite. So was, "THIS ISN'T A THREAT! IT'S A PROMISE!"
He had just started to yell again. "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-" but he was cut off as he reached the ice. Pippin, who was used to it, skated across with ease, but Elrond...
SMASH!!!
Elrond fell extraordinarily hard. Many of the Fellowship gasped in surprise as the elf whizzed past them, straight into a pillar at the other side.
The members of the Fellowship skated over reluctantly, not wanting him to wake up. For once again, Elrond was unconscious. Blood was pouring out of his nose and his leg was sticking out at an odd angle.
"Ew!" cried Pippin. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow!"
A.N. Sorry for the delay! School, teachers, homework, you know! Expect the next chapter very shortly. Thanx to all are wonderful reviewers. You're comments are greatly appreciated! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney