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Thou shall not get caught!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! My head!" groaned Elrond. He opened his eyes to face the dazzling light.
"Try not to move, my lord! You're grievously hurt!"
When Elrond's eyes had adjusted to the light he saw his leg, in a cast, and suspended in a sling.
"What happened?" he asked. He noticed that his voice sounded strange. Almost like he had a very strong cold.
"Well, maybe you should see for yourself, my lord," and she handed him a mirror.
Elrond looked at his reflection, broken nose and all, then at his broken leg, then at his reflection, and then up at his leg, then down at his reflection and up at his leg. As he looked at his reflection again he said in a venomous whisper, as it all came rushing back to him, "They will pay!"
"I do beg your pardon, my lord, but you've said that several times to the hour and Merry and Pippin have not yet paid for anything." With this she turned away, trying not to laugh at the elf Lord's misfortune.
"How is he?" asked Aragorn.
"He's still getting the hang of it," said the matron, "but he'll catch on soon enough." There was another loud crash as Elrond hit the wall in his wheel-chair.
"These walls! These bloody wheels!!!" yelled Elrond through his bandage. "I considerably hope you're happy Aragorn! I'm going to be stuck like this for weeks! That means I'm going to be crashing into walls and rolling off balconies! And I'm more vulnerable to their attacks!" He started to roll off down the corridor. "I can't let them win," he muttered. "I can't let them win! I can't let them- OOF!" he yelled as he collided with the closed door.
"Oh dear!" said the matron, as she waddled off down the hallway to help Elrond back into his wheel-chair, and to check if there was any more damage caused to his nose.
"I promise you Pip! We didn't go too far!"
"That's not what Arwen said!" Pippin retorted.
"Well Arwen's wrong! He'll be right as rain in a few weeks! He's an elf! He's immortal! He'll get over it!"
"If you're sure Merry," said Pippin somewhat doubtfully. "Anyway, this is the last full day we have in Rivendell, so what are we going to do? Do I need to call the Fellowship?"
"No! This is the last prank, so it's just going to be you and me! Besides, if Arwen thought the last one was too far, then I don't want to imagine what she would think of this one!"
"I take it, you've got a plan then," said Pippin, somewhat glumly, as he had wanted to think of one himself.
"I do indeed, my dear cousin," said Merry, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers together. "I do indeed..."
"So you're telling us that we have to be out of the west wing by three o'clock this afternoon for no reason what so ever?"
"Yes."
"And why would we have to be out of the west wing by three o'clock this afternoon for no reason what so ever?"
"No reason what so ever! I've all ready told you that!"
Elladan and Elrohir gave each other side ways glances.
"Okay," said Elladan, "we won't interfere with your plans. But go easy on him, it is the last day and now he's in a wheel-chair."
"ELROND'S IN A WHEEL-CHAIR!!??" Pippin cried in amazement.
"Yeah, haven't you heard? You broke his leg."
"And his nose," said Elrohir off handedly, "But the legs a lot worse!"
"Ohhhh, you wait till I tell Merry!" giggled Pippin, "in the meantime can you spread the word, NO ONE, and that means NO ONE must be in the west wing by three o'clock!"
"Alright!" said the twins together and they turned away. "What do you suppose they're up to?" asked Elrohir.
"I don't know," said Elladan thoughtfully, "but I for one am not going anywhere near the west wing today!"
"Ugh! This mirror is no way big enough!" grumbled Legolas, staring at his reflection in his tiny hand mirror, "Where can I find a bigger one?" he asked himself, "Of course! The West Wing!" and with that, he strode off towards the west wing in search of a mirror.
At the moment he turned the corner, Elladan and Elrohir came into view.
"Have we told everyone then?" Elrohir questioned.
"Yep, that's everyone!" answered Elrohir, "now let's retreat to the gardens, get well out of the way!"
Elladan and Elrohir had got everyone, everyone that is except Legolas.................
"All the wires are in place Merry," said Pippin as he put the last plug in place, "But I have a question. Are you sure this counts as a prank? Are you sure it's not vandalism or even Terrorism?"
"I'm sure it's a prank!" said Merry soothingly as he opened a large crate, "Besides look at this place! Elrond's rolling in it! Imagine the insurance! I think he can afford to lose a bit of his beloved home!"
With that he reached into the crate a pulled out a TNT plunger.
He grinned and stroked it lovingly, "Let's go out with a bang, Pip!" he whispered.
"What are they doing up there?" said Arwen nervously. She was gazing at the west wing and biting her nails, which was very uncharacteristic for her.
"I don't know," said Aragorn, deep in thought, he sounded coherent and calm but inside his heart was racing and he felt sick, "Have you seen the Lego man recently?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she replied only half concentrating, "I saw him on my way out, something about a larger mirror."
Aragorn frowned, "There only is one mirror in Rivendell big enough for Legolas' standards, and that's in the ....." he stopped.
Arwen finished his sentence, starting to look very scared, "THE WEST WING!"
"WE HAVE TO STOP MERRY AND PIPPIN!" yelled Aragorn. And with that he darted towards the doors that lead to the staircase that went to the West Wing.
"The gunpowder plot, Middle-Earth style!" said Pippin gleefully as he brought the plunger over to the end of the wires.
"Ok," said Merry. "Countdown starting from TEN..."
Aragorn raced down a corridor.
Merry joined Pippin at the plunger. "NINE....."
Aragorn was running flat out! He had to find Legolas, before it was too late!
"EIGHT..." Both hobbits placed their hands on the plunger. "SEVEN..."
Aragorn skidded around a corner.
"SIX..."
"We are out of the way of the blast, aren't we?"
"Yes, Pippin! For the eleventieth time!"
"FIVE..."
Aragorn was getting nearer and nearer to the mirror by the second! But he didn't know if it would be enough...
"FOUR..."
"THREE..."
Aragorn tripped over something and fell flat on his face! His last thoughts were that he had failed Legolas. But at least Legolas would never know that it was Aragorn that had failed him.
"TWO..." Merry and Pippin said in unison.
"ONE..." They pushed down the plunger.
"ZERO!!!"
A.N. Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnnn! Now you just have to wait a couple of months for the next chapter.... Na! Just messin' with ya! This Chapter is the prequel to our other fic, "What would happen if Aragorn got a Car!" It is also dedicated to Thorney's sister 'Everlasting Sparkles' who gave us the idea in the first place! Next chapter will be up really real soon! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney
Thou shall not get caught!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! My head!" groaned Elrond. He opened his eyes to face the dazzling light.
"Try not to move, my lord! You're grievously hurt!"
When Elrond's eyes had adjusted to the light he saw his leg, in a cast, and suspended in a sling.
"What happened?" he asked. He noticed that his voice sounded strange. Almost like he had a very strong cold.
"Well, maybe you should see for yourself, my lord," and she handed him a mirror.
Elrond looked at his reflection, broken nose and all, then at his broken leg, then at his reflection, and then up at his leg, then down at his reflection and up at his leg. As he looked at his reflection again he said in a venomous whisper, as it all came rushing back to him, "They will pay!"
"I do beg your pardon, my lord, but you've said that several times to the hour and Merry and Pippin have not yet paid for anything." With this she turned away, trying not to laugh at the elf Lord's misfortune.
"How is he?" asked Aragorn.
"He's still getting the hang of it," said the matron, "but he'll catch on soon enough." There was another loud crash as Elrond hit the wall in his wheel-chair.
"These walls! These bloody wheels!!!" yelled Elrond through his bandage. "I considerably hope you're happy Aragorn! I'm going to be stuck like this for weeks! That means I'm going to be crashing into walls and rolling off balconies! And I'm more vulnerable to their attacks!" He started to roll off down the corridor. "I can't let them win," he muttered. "I can't let them win! I can't let them- OOF!" he yelled as he collided with the closed door.
"Oh dear!" said the matron, as she waddled off down the hallway to help Elrond back into his wheel-chair, and to check if there was any more damage caused to his nose.
"I promise you Pip! We didn't go too far!"
"That's not what Arwen said!" Pippin retorted.
"Well Arwen's wrong! He'll be right as rain in a few weeks! He's an elf! He's immortal! He'll get over it!"
"If you're sure Merry," said Pippin somewhat doubtfully. "Anyway, this is the last full day we have in Rivendell, so what are we going to do? Do I need to call the Fellowship?"
"No! This is the last prank, so it's just going to be you and me! Besides, if Arwen thought the last one was too far, then I don't want to imagine what she would think of this one!"
"I take it, you've got a plan then," said Pippin, somewhat glumly, as he had wanted to think of one himself.
"I do indeed, my dear cousin," said Merry, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers together. "I do indeed..."
"So you're telling us that we have to be out of the west wing by three o'clock this afternoon for no reason what so ever?"
"Yes."
"And why would we have to be out of the west wing by three o'clock this afternoon for no reason what so ever?"
"No reason what so ever! I've all ready told you that!"
Elladan and Elrohir gave each other side ways glances.
"Okay," said Elladan, "we won't interfere with your plans. But go easy on him, it is the last day and now he's in a wheel-chair."
"ELROND'S IN A WHEEL-CHAIR!!??" Pippin cried in amazement.
"Yeah, haven't you heard? You broke his leg."
"And his nose," said Elrohir off handedly, "But the legs a lot worse!"
"Ohhhh, you wait till I tell Merry!" giggled Pippin, "in the meantime can you spread the word, NO ONE, and that means NO ONE must be in the west wing by three o'clock!"
"Alright!" said the twins together and they turned away. "What do you suppose they're up to?" asked Elrohir.
"I don't know," said Elladan thoughtfully, "but I for one am not going anywhere near the west wing today!"
"Ugh! This mirror is no way big enough!" grumbled Legolas, staring at his reflection in his tiny hand mirror, "Where can I find a bigger one?" he asked himself, "Of course! The West Wing!" and with that, he strode off towards the west wing in search of a mirror.
At the moment he turned the corner, Elladan and Elrohir came into view.
"Have we told everyone then?" Elrohir questioned.
"Yep, that's everyone!" answered Elrohir, "now let's retreat to the gardens, get well out of the way!"
Elladan and Elrohir had got everyone, everyone that is except Legolas.................
"All the wires are in place Merry," said Pippin as he put the last plug in place, "But I have a question. Are you sure this counts as a prank? Are you sure it's not vandalism or even Terrorism?"
"I'm sure it's a prank!" said Merry soothingly as he opened a large crate, "Besides look at this place! Elrond's rolling in it! Imagine the insurance! I think he can afford to lose a bit of his beloved home!"
With that he reached into the crate a pulled out a TNT plunger.
He grinned and stroked it lovingly, "Let's go out with a bang, Pip!" he whispered.
"What are they doing up there?" said Arwen nervously. She was gazing at the west wing and biting her nails, which was very uncharacteristic for her.
"I don't know," said Aragorn, deep in thought, he sounded coherent and calm but inside his heart was racing and he felt sick, "Have you seen the Lego man recently?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she replied only half concentrating, "I saw him on my way out, something about a larger mirror."
Aragorn frowned, "There only is one mirror in Rivendell big enough for Legolas' standards, and that's in the ....." he stopped.
Arwen finished his sentence, starting to look very scared, "THE WEST WING!"
"WE HAVE TO STOP MERRY AND PIPPIN!" yelled Aragorn. And with that he darted towards the doors that lead to the staircase that went to the West Wing.
"The gunpowder plot, Middle-Earth style!" said Pippin gleefully as he brought the plunger over to the end of the wires.
"Ok," said Merry. "Countdown starting from TEN..."
Aragorn raced down a corridor.
Merry joined Pippin at the plunger. "NINE....."
Aragorn was running flat out! He had to find Legolas, before it was too late!
"EIGHT..." Both hobbits placed their hands on the plunger. "SEVEN..."
Aragorn skidded around a corner.
"SIX..."
"We are out of the way of the blast, aren't we?"
"Yes, Pippin! For the eleventieth time!"
"FIVE..."
Aragorn was getting nearer and nearer to the mirror by the second! But he didn't know if it would be enough...
"FOUR..."
"THREE..."
Aragorn tripped over something and fell flat on his face! His last thoughts were that he had failed Legolas. But at least Legolas would never know that it was Aragorn that had failed him.
"TWO..." Merry and Pippin said in unison.
"ONE..." They pushed down the plunger.
"ZERO!!!"
A.N. Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnnn! Now you just have to wait a couple of months for the next chapter.... Na! Just messin' with ya! This Chapter is the prequel to our other fic, "What would happen if Aragorn got a Car!" It is also dedicated to Thorney's sister 'Everlasting Sparkles' who gave us the idea in the first place! Next chapter will be up really real soon! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney