A/N- Mixed responses, I see. I know, I warned you of mass insanity and
there wasn't much there... except Frodo being stupid... but I told you it gets
wackier as it goes on. When I was writing this, I tried to start it out as
a... um... how do you explain it? A remotely... believable... fic. Not one of
those vastly impossible weirdnesses that it became. Trust me, it gets
nuttier and nuttier as it goes on. Please try to stay with me till the
wackiness really starts, if that's what you expected.
Maniacal laughter (jelli- I shall try! See da author's note.
I'm From Tookland- *cough* He's not feeling well. Don't worry! He may be dead, but he'll be back! Muahahaha!
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Gimli tramped furiously down the path. "Telling me not to talk about Galadriel. I can't help it!"
Cupid (not the reindeer) hovered invisibly overhead. He found that Gimli's pathetic love for Galadriel was beginning to bore him. Even as he thought this, something else caught his attention. Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, was skipping through the field of poppies, singing "I Feel Pretty." Gimli was headed straight toward him. Cupid grinned.
Gimli, in his foul temper, was carefully trampling all of the poppies on his path, grumbling about hobbits with cute accents.
Legolas was skipping merrily along, singing at the top of his lungs. "I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! Oh, so pretty, and witty, and GAY!"
The two collided, falling backwards on their... on their... on the ground. The elf and the dwarf made eye contact. Cupid fit an arrow into his bow.
THWONK!
And the other...
THUMP!
Legolas and Gimli could not look away.
"NO!" Emma screamed. "Don't make Legolas gay, Erin! NO!"
The Authoress laughed evilly, and continued to write.
Legolas slowly got to his feet, offering Gimli a hand. Gimli took it. Angels sang. Birds chirped. Cupid decided to go harass Sam about Rosie Cotton.
About that time, the remaining hobbits approached. "Gimli! Mer- ah... Pippin said he was sorry, and-"
"And I want m' pipe back!"
Sam, Frodo, and Pippin entered the meadow. The magic was broken.
"Hey, Legolas! Oh, Gimli, I'm sorry about getting your clothes all dirty. Give me m' pipe!"
"I... I have to go," Legolas said abruptly. He hurried off.
"What's the matter, Gimli?" Frodo asked.
Gimli cleared his throat. "Nothing. Nary a thing. I have... something to do," he finished vaguely.
When he was gone, Frodo turned to Sam. "What d'you suppose that was about?"
Sam did not hear. "Rosie Cotton dancing... if ever I was to marry-"
"Oh, Sam," Frodo interrupted.
Pippin rolled his eyes. "You two need to get new lines. Me, I don't have a catch phrase, but I do have fangirls."
A crowd of teenage fangirls rushed in, hugged Pippin, tossed him around a bit, and was chased off by Elrond, Lord of the Eyebrows. "Sorry, Merry!" he called over his shoulder.
"I need to be alone," Pippin sighed.
Maniacal laughter (jelli- I shall try! See da author's note.
I'm From Tookland- *cough* He's not feeling well. Don't worry! He may be dead, but he'll be back! Muahahaha!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Gimli tramped furiously down the path. "Telling me not to talk about Galadriel. I can't help it!"
Cupid (not the reindeer) hovered invisibly overhead. He found that Gimli's pathetic love for Galadriel was beginning to bore him. Even as he thought this, something else caught his attention. Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, was skipping through the field of poppies, singing "I Feel Pretty." Gimli was headed straight toward him. Cupid grinned.
Gimli, in his foul temper, was carefully trampling all of the poppies on his path, grumbling about hobbits with cute accents.
Legolas was skipping merrily along, singing at the top of his lungs. "I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! Oh, so pretty, and witty, and GAY!"
The two collided, falling backwards on their... on their... on the ground. The elf and the dwarf made eye contact. Cupid fit an arrow into his bow.
THWONK!
And the other...
THUMP!
Legolas and Gimli could not look away.
"NO!" Emma screamed. "Don't make Legolas gay, Erin! NO!"
The Authoress laughed evilly, and continued to write.
Legolas slowly got to his feet, offering Gimli a hand. Gimli took it. Angels sang. Birds chirped. Cupid decided to go harass Sam about Rosie Cotton.
About that time, the remaining hobbits approached. "Gimli! Mer- ah... Pippin said he was sorry, and-"
"And I want m' pipe back!"
Sam, Frodo, and Pippin entered the meadow. The magic was broken.
"Hey, Legolas! Oh, Gimli, I'm sorry about getting your clothes all dirty. Give me m' pipe!"
"I... I have to go," Legolas said abruptly. He hurried off.
"What's the matter, Gimli?" Frodo asked.
Gimli cleared his throat. "Nothing. Nary a thing. I have... something to do," he finished vaguely.
When he was gone, Frodo turned to Sam. "What d'you suppose that was about?"
Sam did not hear. "Rosie Cotton dancing... if ever I was to marry-"
"Oh, Sam," Frodo interrupted.
Pippin rolled his eyes. "You two need to get new lines. Me, I don't have a catch phrase, but I do have fangirls."
A crowd of teenage fangirls rushed in, hugged Pippin, tossed him around a bit, and was chased off by Elrond, Lord of the Eyebrows. "Sorry, Merry!" he called over his shoulder.
"I need to be alone," Pippin sighed.