A/N- I'm back! Yeah, I'd kinda abandoned this story for a bit, but I shall
not let it die. That's just not like me. So, we continue.
Alteng- I know, it took a while. But I've decided that I shall continue to update this fic ruthlessly, despite the lack of reviews. Yeah... Um... Pippin die? Almost... you'll see... it's in the part where I start fighting PJ for control of the story.
I'm Tookland- Toasters are evil. I'm doing two updates today, and both of the fics I'm updating have toasters in them... Weird, right?
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"WHAT?" Elrond screamed, his eyebrows shooting up past his hairline.
"Your daughter, Lad Arwen, has been killed," Glorfindel quietly repeated.
"By whom?" Elrond asked as his eyebrows drew together in fury.
"Gimli, son of Glóin."
"Well," said Elrond.
"He's goin' down!" said his eyebrows.
Glorfindel jumped. "Who said that?"
Elrond glared at his forehead (which isn't very easy to do). "Shhh... he heard you..."
"Sorry."
Glorfindel fainted.
"Well," Elrond sighed, "Gimli shall be banishèd."
Gandalf slipped quietly out of the room.
"Banishèd?"Gimli cried a moment later.
Gandalf nodded gravely. "Banishèd."
Sam, strolling innocently by, overheard. "Banishèd?"
Frodo sighed and shook his head. "Banishèd..."
They ran to tell Legolas.
"Banishèd?" Legolas whispered.
Frodo, Sam, and Pippin nodded. "Banishèd," all three said.
Pippin's eyes widened. "Banishèd? Banishèd!" he said happily.
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Peter Jackson frowned. "No... remember, I said something that's just Pippin... that's too... everybody else..."
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Legolas wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Banishèd?"
The hobbits nodded.
"Oh, banishèd, banishèd!" Legolas sobbed.
The readers rolled their eyes.
"No more 'banishèd'?" asked the Authoress.
The readers shook their heads.
The Authoress sighed. "Alright. But Shakespeare did it!"
Back in the stables, a little lightbulb clicked on above Gandalf's head.
Gimli gasped. "What the heck is that?"
Gandalf ignored him. "I have an idea! Ooh! Idea over here! YAY ME!"
Gimli stared hopefully at him.
"You go hang out just outside of Rivendell, and Legolas can run away from home to join you!"
Gimli cheered. "Yyes!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere, the hobbits were trying to get Legolas to shut up.
"Banishèd? Oh, ba-nish-èd, ba-nish-èd, ba-nish-èd..." he moaned, emphasizing each syllable by whacking his face against the wall.
A crowd of fangirls rushed in and tried to restrain him, followed by Elrond.
"Where the heck are those security guards I hired?" The Lord of the Eyebrows shouted.
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Harley Khiner, Frankie the Enforcer, and Joey the Rat were sitting around a table, playing Go Fish.
"Hey Harley!" Joey said suddenly. "Shouldn't we be at the kooky elf place, fighting off crazed teenage chicks?"
"That position is not to my liking," Harley answered smoothly.
"Why not, huh?" Joey persisted.
"Because we are not the type to hang around crazed fangirls."
Frankie looked up from his cards. "Are you saying I'm gay?"
"Got any sixes?" Joey asked.
"I need to be alone," sighed Frankie. He exited to the restrooms.
"Hey Frankie, hey, wait a minute!" Joey shouted, following him.
Harley looked at the empty table. "Well," he said, "it appears that I win."
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Sorry if any of you haven't seen Boy Meets World (you're missing out!) and didn't get that. I have lots of references to sitcoms. I love them. A lot. Yes. If I get more than three reviews for this chapter, I'll post two chapters next time.
Alteng- I know, it took a while. But I've decided that I shall continue to update this fic ruthlessly, despite the lack of reviews. Yeah... Um... Pippin die? Almost... you'll see... it's in the part where I start fighting PJ for control of the story.
I'm Tookland- Toasters are evil. I'm doing two updates today, and both of the fics I'm updating have toasters in them... Weird, right?
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"WHAT?" Elrond screamed, his eyebrows shooting up past his hairline.
"Your daughter, Lad Arwen, has been killed," Glorfindel quietly repeated.
"By whom?" Elrond asked as his eyebrows drew together in fury.
"Gimli, son of Glóin."
"Well," said Elrond.
"He's goin' down!" said his eyebrows.
Glorfindel jumped. "Who said that?"
Elrond glared at his forehead (which isn't very easy to do). "Shhh... he heard you..."
"Sorry."
Glorfindel fainted.
"Well," Elrond sighed, "Gimli shall be banishèd."
Gandalf slipped quietly out of the room.
"Banishèd?"Gimli cried a moment later.
Gandalf nodded gravely. "Banishèd."
Sam, strolling innocently by, overheard. "Banishèd?"
Frodo sighed and shook his head. "Banishèd..."
They ran to tell Legolas.
"Banishèd?" Legolas whispered.
Frodo, Sam, and Pippin nodded. "Banishèd," all three said.
Pippin's eyes widened. "Banishèd? Banishèd!" he said happily.
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Peter Jackson frowned. "No... remember, I said something that's just Pippin... that's too... everybody else..."
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Legolas wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Banishèd?"
The hobbits nodded.
"Oh, banishèd, banishèd!" Legolas sobbed.
The readers rolled their eyes.
"No more 'banishèd'?" asked the Authoress.
The readers shook their heads.
The Authoress sighed. "Alright. But Shakespeare did it!"
Back in the stables, a little lightbulb clicked on above Gandalf's head.
Gimli gasped. "What the heck is that?"
Gandalf ignored him. "I have an idea! Ooh! Idea over here! YAY ME!"
Gimli stared hopefully at him.
"You go hang out just outside of Rivendell, and Legolas can run away from home to join you!"
Gimli cheered. "Yyes!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere, the hobbits were trying to get Legolas to shut up.
"Banishèd? Oh, ba-nish-èd, ba-nish-èd, ba-nish-èd..." he moaned, emphasizing each syllable by whacking his face against the wall.
A crowd of fangirls rushed in and tried to restrain him, followed by Elrond.
"Where the heck are those security guards I hired?" The Lord of the Eyebrows shouted.
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Harley Khiner, Frankie the Enforcer, and Joey the Rat were sitting around a table, playing Go Fish.
"Hey Harley!" Joey said suddenly. "Shouldn't we be at the kooky elf place, fighting off crazed teenage chicks?"
"That position is not to my liking," Harley answered smoothly.
"Why not, huh?" Joey persisted.
"Because we are not the type to hang around crazed fangirls."
Frankie looked up from his cards. "Are you saying I'm gay?"
"Got any sixes?" Joey asked.
"I need to be alone," sighed Frankie. He exited to the restrooms.
"Hey Frankie, hey, wait a minute!" Joey shouted, following him.
Harley looked at the empty table. "Well," he said, "it appears that I win."
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Sorry if any of you haven't seen Boy Meets World (you're missing out!) and didn't get that. I have lots of references to sitcoms. I love them. A lot. Yes. If I get more than three reviews for this chapter, I'll post two chapters next time.