A/N: another story! Yay! This is two new stories and a new chappie on a third story in one day! Woo hoo go me! GO SMEAGOL!
I have a question for all you reviewers... IS IAN MCKELLEN (the guy who played Gandalf) GAY OR NOT? I saw him on a tv show once and he said he was gay but my friend is in denial; Gandalf is her fave character and she wont admit that the guy who plays him is gay.
Disclaimer: You recognize it, I don't own it. You don't recognize it, I DO own it! Yay for me!
Making Fun of Galadriel By hyper squirrel
One day, Arwen was standing in Lorién, doing absolutely nothing (she DID live in Lorién, if you don't believe me, read Appendix A in the back of ROTK {the book not the movie}).
Suddenly, Galadriel walked up to her, stuck her hand in Arwen's face, and demanded, "Like my nail polish?"
"Like MY nail polish?" Arwen retorted, imitating Galadriel. In truth, Arwen wasn't wearing any nail polish, but she wanted to one-up Galadriel. (who wouldn't? her and her shiny little mirror thing and her fancy ring. Well guess what missy I have a plastic ring that I got from the dentist when I was five. So there. Hmpf.)
Galadriel compared the two for a moment, then said, "I like mine better."
Arwen quickly thought of a comeback. "Well, mine is natural. You know, au naturelle? Al fresco?"
"Yeah, well, MINE is HOT PINK!"
"Yeah, it's real hot. Makes you look truly sexy."
"You mean it?"
"No."
"Oh."
"You're really gullible, you know that?"
"Really?"
"Galadriel?"
"Yeah?"
"I have some questions for you," Arwen said, putting a fake worried look on her face.
"Ok...shoot."
"Can gay men wear straitjackets? When are the hippo races in Canada, and do I come naked or not? Is milk illegal? Are there supermarkets in Toronto? Is 4 over 4 a whole?" she finished, sounding more and more panicked with each question.
Galadriel said, "Lady Galadriel is on the case!" saluted Arwen, and ran off to her laptop, which was plugged into a tree stump. She began looking the questions up on the internet.
"I'll be hiding in a tree crying," Arwen said piteously. She walked away, her head in her hands to hide her smile. As soon as she was out of earshot, she burst out laughing. Then she went to her house, packed, and went back to Rivendell.
A few months later, Galadriel was looking for her.
"Where'd she go?" she wailed. "I've finally found the answers to her questions. Scientists are conducting studies to see whether or not gay men can wear straitjackets, the hippo races are every Tuesday night in Calgary, yes, come naked, milk is illegal, there are NO supermarkets in Toronto, and 4 over 4 is not a whole!" she read off of a piece of paper. Then she burst out crying.
THE END.
A/N: once again, pointless, but funny. Short sweet and to the point.
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