Aragorn stared blankly at Yami, who eyed him menacingly. "You... you wish
to duel with me?" He asked, thunderstruck.
"That's what I said, fool!" Yami hissed, dignity wounded.
Aragorn had been called many things in his lifetime. All of his nicknames had been given to him by a variety of different beings. He had learned to cope with all of these names (and beings), but his temper flared when he was called a fool bya being so thin he could almost see through his body. "What did you call me?!" he demanded, eyes glinting.
"You heard me the first time, you foolish jerk. Now... do you accept?" Yami replied coolly.
Aragorn was gone, and the ruthless Strider appeared. "Yes, of course I accept! I was merely giving you a chance to withdraw your... offer."
They glared at each other for a moment longer, then Yami whipped out his cards, and Strider unsheathed his trusty sword.
"What are you playing at?!" They both asked each other, eyeing one another's chosen weapons.
"I'm trying to duel!" The two angered beings snapped (at the same time).
"Not doing a very good job, are you?" They asked each other (simultaneously). Legolas, who had been staring from the side, began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" they hissed at him. Then Gimli began to laugh as well.
"Y-you... keep... talking... at the... same... time!" Legolas choked out, tears streaming from his eyes. Gimli nodded, supporting himself on his axe and bellowing out laughter.
Yami looked at Strider, who glared back at him. They turned to Legolas and asked, "And this is funny because...?" in warning voices.
"You did it again!"
Strider and Yami nodded at each other in agreement, and began to advance towards them.
~*~
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, leaning over Frodo and prodding him with one finger. Since Frodo didn't awaken right away, Sam jabbed harder... rather enjoying himself.
"Wha?" Frodo asked blearily. "Gandalf!"
"Mr. Frodo, sir, if you don't mind me asking, why do you always call to Gandalf when you're hurt?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"Huh? What are you talking abou-" Frodo began.
"I mean, sir, it's not like Mr. Gandalf does your garden for you..." Sam continued.
"Sam, I-"
"And he doesn't take care of you when you're ill, now does he, Mr. Frodo?"
"Actually, in Riven-"
"And he hasn't been your best friend since, oh Elbereth, birth, now has he, sir?" Sam added, ignoring Frodo's comments.
"Sam, I don't care. Where are the oth-"
"AND he isn't very-"
"SAM! SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE!" Frodo yelled, and Sam winced. Frodo instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry, Samwise, it's just..."
"No harm, Mr. Frodo, sir." Sam said, smiling rather eerily.
~*~
Seto cursed again, now just as lost as Joey. He sighed, sat down, and stared blankly ahead, for lack of anything else to do. He pulled out his deck. "If Yami can do it, so can I." Except he couldn't. With another curse, he leapt up and continued on his way.
~*~
Frodo and Sam continued on their way, walking until they came to a Really Large River . A large neon sign above them pointed across the river, and read, "Mordor: this way". A boat floated conveniently beside the river's bank.
"Mr. Frodo, sir, let's continue to Mordor!"
"Why do we want to go there?"
Sam flashed a toothy grin. "Because we'll be skipping the rest of the first movie, and we won't be in the story until the authors catch the other characters up with us."
"Sam, you genius, let's go!"
~*~
Joey stumbled wearily through the trees, stomach grumbling. He glanced behind him for a moment... and ran into a tree. Dazed, he fell back, into the grass, elongating the indent that a certain hobbit had left earlier.
~*~
Seto walked around a bit, muttering under his breath. Why could Yami summon? What did Yami have that Seto didn't? He remembered that Bakura could summon, at least, that's what Tristan said. What do Bakura and Yami have that Seto didn't? Ignoring the rather obvious fact of the Millennium Items, Seto continued to ponder...
"Eureka!" He yelled suddenly. "They both have strangely-colored, spikey hair!" The young CEO giggled to himself.
~*~
Yami and Aragorn shook hands and walked away, conversing with each other. They had left Legolas and Gimli strung up a tree, and were obviously pleased with their work.
"I'm from Japan," Yami stated.
"Japan? I've heard of that place. Is it true that giant oysters live in the forests there?"
~*~
Bakura wandered purposely around for a while, a bit annoyed that the authors had no purpose for him. He was also annoyed that his yami had figured out how to create his own physical form, and was now running about, cutting down trees and laughing madly.
~*~
Seto, having spiked up his hair and dyed it neon pink, looked very much like a punk. But that didn't matter, for he knew that this was the secret to summoning. Perhaps the others would get used to his hair. Perhaps they would like it so much that he would get his own show.
He pulled out a card, and called "I summon the Blue Eyes White Dragon!" At once, a great dragon (that wasn't really white but did have blue eyes) flew over his head and hovered before him. "Blue Eyes! Figure out where I am! Go!"
The Blue Eyes White Dragon flew away.
"That's what I said, fool!" Yami hissed, dignity wounded.
Aragorn had been called many things in his lifetime. All of his nicknames had been given to him by a variety of different beings. He had learned to cope with all of these names (and beings), but his temper flared when he was called a fool bya being so thin he could almost see through his body. "What did you call me?!" he demanded, eyes glinting.
"You heard me the first time, you foolish jerk. Now... do you accept?" Yami replied coolly.
Aragorn was gone, and the ruthless Strider appeared. "Yes, of course I accept! I was merely giving you a chance to withdraw your... offer."
They glared at each other for a moment longer, then Yami whipped out his cards, and Strider unsheathed his trusty sword.
"What are you playing at?!" They both asked each other, eyeing one another's chosen weapons.
"I'm trying to duel!" The two angered beings snapped (at the same time).
"Not doing a very good job, are you?" They asked each other (simultaneously). Legolas, who had been staring from the side, began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" they hissed at him. Then Gimli began to laugh as well.
"Y-you... keep... talking... at the... same... time!" Legolas choked out, tears streaming from his eyes. Gimli nodded, supporting himself on his axe and bellowing out laughter.
Yami looked at Strider, who glared back at him. They turned to Legolas and asked, "And this is funny because...?" in warning voices.
"You did it again!"
Strider and Yami nodded at each other in agreement, and began to advance towards them.
~*~
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, leaning over Frodo and prodding him with one finger. Since Frodo didn't awaken right away, Sam jabbed harder... rather enjoying himself.
"Wha?" Frodo asked blearily. "Gandalf!"
"Mr. Frodo, sir, if you don't mind me asking, why do you always call to Gandalf when you're hurt?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"Huh? What are you talking abou-" Frodo began.
"I mean, sir, it's not like Mr. Gandalf does your garden for you..." Sam continued.
"Sam, I-"
"And he doesn't take care of you when you're ill, now does he, Mr. Frodo?"
"Actually, in Riven-"
"And he hasn't been your best friend since, oh Elbereth, birth, now has he, sir?" Sam added, ignoring Frodo's comments.
"Sam, I don't care. Where are the oth-"
"AND he isn't very-"
"SAM! SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE!" Frodo yelled, and Sam winced. Frodo instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry, Samwise, it's just..."
"No harm, Mr. Frodo, sir." Sam said, smiling rather eerily.
~*~
Seto cursed again, now just as lost as Joey. He sighed, sat down, and stared blankly ahead, for lack of anything else to do. He pulled out his deck. "If Yami can do it, so can I." Except he couldn't. With another curse, he leapt up and continued on his way.
~*~
Frodo and Sam continued on their way, walking until they came to a Really Large River . A large neon sign above them pointed across the river, and read, "Mordor: this way". A boat floated conveniently beside the river's bank.
"Mr. Frodo, sir, let's continue to Mordor!"
"Why do we want to go there?"
Sam flashed a toothy grin. "Because we'll be skipping the rest of the first movie, and we won't be in the story until the authors catch the other characters up with us."
"Sam, you genius, let's go!"
~*~
Joey stumbled wearily through the trees, stomach grumbling. He glanced behind him for a moment... and ran into a tree. Dazed, he fell back, into the grass, elongating the indent that a certain hobbit had left earlier.
~*~
Seto walked around a bit, muttering under his breath. Why could Yami summon? What did Yami have that Seto didn't? He remembered that Bakura could summon, at least, that's what Tristan said. What do Bakura and Yami have that Seto didn't? Ignoring the rather obvious fact of the Millennium Items, Seto continued to ponder...
"Eureka!" He yelled suddenly. "They both have strangely-colored, spikey hair!" The young CEO giggled to himself.
~*~
Yami and Aragorn shook hands and walked away, conversing with each other. They had left Legolas and Gimli strung up a tree, and were obviously pleased with their work.
"I'm from Japan," Yami stated.
"Japan? I've heard of that place. Is it true that giant oysters live in the forests there?"
~*~
Bakura wandered purposely around for a while, a bit annoyed that the authors had no purpose for him. He was also annoyed that his yami had figured out how to create his own physical form, and was now running about, cutting down trees and laughing madly.
~*~
Seto, having spiked up his hair and dyed it neon pink, looked very much like a punk. But that didn't matter, for he knew that this was the secret to summoning. Perhaps the others would get used to his hair. Perhaps they would like it so much that he would get his own show.
He pulled out a card, and called "I summon the Blue Eyes White Dragon!" At once, a great dragon (that wasn't really white but did have blue eyes) flew over his head and hovered before him. "Blue Eyes! Figure out where I am! Go!"
The Blue Eyes White Dragon flew away.