A/N- Sorry 'bout that. My computer broke and then my phone went dead. Yeah, I think someone out there REALLY hates my fanfiction... or something. But here's a double post! Yay!
The Hobbit Named Hector/hobbitgirl11- I send you three cyber-cookies for every review! Reviews make me feel special, even if they're all from the same person. –big cheesy grin- I never did see Troy. My mom came up with this "if you wanna see a movie you have to pay for it" thing, and I'm saving up to go to London and Paris with my French class next year, so... yeah.
A Darker Side of Light- They'll be here... -evil laughter- Almost all the characters make a random appearance in a few chapters... or maybe in just a couple chapters... hmm...
Alteng- You sleep with your head hanging off the side of the bed? Cool! "Sloopy sleeper"... that amused me. Was it supposed to be sloppy? Sloopy is actually cooler... hehe...
Western Master 3- Sorry what? Did you say all my base now belong to you? Okay...
I'm From Tookland- Now there's an idea. I don't think I ever did give Pippin a catch phrase when I first wrote the story, but that idea makes me want to give him one after all.
One of Jack's Carrots- Hello. It's okay you haven't seen Les Mis... I'd be surprised if you had. Oh, there is Pirate-y-ness later on. The mass insanity will probably begin next update. Yay for mass insanity!
Glorfindel and his horse cantered out of Rivendell. About two hours later, he saw Sam Gamgee leading Bill the Pony. Glorfindel waved. Sam waved back.
Glorfindel found Gimli leaning against a tree, smoking a hobbit's pipe.
"What news from Rivendell?"
"There is a funeral. Frodo Baggins asked that I give you the news."
Gimli slowly got to his feet. "What news?"
"Of the funeral."
"Whose funeral?"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Gimli's eyes widened. "Thank you," he muttered. "Tell Mr. Baggins the same."
Glorfindel stuck his thumb up. "You got it, d-"
"No!" Peter Jackson cried. "Please no! No more Full House! I beg you!"
"What'll ya give me?" asked the voice from the sky.
"Um... do you want anything in particular?"
"Yes, I do, if you catch my meaning," answered the voice from the sky.
"What?"
"Give me Sam! He can live in my attic with all the other characters I've kidnapped!"
"Anything! Just no more Full House!"
"YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAYYYY!" the voice from the sky squealed.
And never again did a character say a line from Full House.
And Peter Jackson lost ten pounds.
And he found a hundred-dollar bill in the street.
And the Authoress never personally harassed him again.
Glorfindel returned to Rivendell, and Gimli followed a long way behind. Neither of them passed Sam on the way back, as he had been relocated to the Authoress's attic, where he still lives happily today.
When Gimli passed Bill the Pony, he grabbed the reins and led him back to Rivendell.
Gimli still had Legolas's arrow (the one that killed his papa). He held it in his fist all the way back. The dwarf arrived at nightfall, left Bill in the stables, and headed toward the big tomb where Legolas was buried.
But someone was already there.
Mary Sue stood at the entrance to the tomb, smiling brightly, with a sword in her hands. Gimli shuddered. "Step aside, elf!" he hissed.
Mary Sue leveled the sword and swung it at Gimli, who rolled his eyes, ducked, and kicked her in the shins. Mary Sue's eyes crossed for a second, then popped out of her head, suspended on wires. Little blue zigzags of electricity ran up and down her body.
Gimli stared at her for a second, then tapped at her arm.
It clanged.
Gimli frowned. "A she-elf of metal?"
"Jeepers!" shouted several voices from behind the trees. "It's a robot!"
Gimli raised an eyebrow. "Who said that?"
From the woods stepped a girl with short brown hair and glasses, a blond boy, a girl with long red hair, a scruffy hippie, and a large dog.
"OOH!" Gimli shouted. "The Scooby Doo gang! Can I get your autographs?"
"Sure!" said the annoying cartoons.
After a few moments, Gimli thanked the kids, pocketed his autograph book, and went into the tomb.
The Hobbit Named Hector/hobbitgirl11- I send you three cyber-cookies for every review! Reviews make me feel special, even if they're all from the same person. –big cheesy grin- I never did see Troy. My mom came up with this "if you wanna see a movie you have to pay for it" thing, and I'm saving up to go to London and Paris with my French class next year, so... yeah.
A Darker Side of Light- They'll be here... -evil laughter- Almost all the characters make a random appearance in a few chapters... or maybe in just a couple chapters... hmm...
Alteng- You sleep with your head hanging off the side of the bed? Cool! "Sloopy sleeper"... that amused me. Was it supposed to be sloppy? Sloopy is actually cooler... hehe...
Western Master 3- Sorry what? Did you say all my base now belong to you? Okay...
I'm From Tookland- Now there's an idea. I don't think I ever did give Pippin a catch phrase when I first wrote the story, but that idea makes me want to give him one after all.
One of Jack's Carrots- Hello. It's okay you haven't seen Les Mis... I'd be surprised if you had. Oh, there is Pirate-y-ness later on. The mass insanity will probably begin next update. Yay for mass insanity!
Glorfindel and his horse cantered out of Rivendell. About two hours later, he saw Sam Gamgee leading Bill the Pony. Glorfindel waved. Sam waved back.
Glorfindel found Gimli leaning against a tree, smoking a hobbit's pipe.
"What news from Rivendell?"
"There is a funeral. Frodo Baggins asked that I give you the news."
Gimli slowly got to his feet. "What news?"
"Of the funeral."
"Whose funeral?"
"Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Gimli's eyes widened. "Thank you," he muttered. "Tell Mr. Baggins the same."
Glorfindel stuck his thumb up. "You got it, d-"
"No!" Peter Jackson cried. "Please no! No more Full House! I beg you!"
"What'll ya give me?" asked the voice from the sky.
"Um... do you want anything in particular?"
"Yes, I do, if you catch my meaning," answered the voice from the sky.
"What?"
"Give me Sam! He can live in my attic with all the other characters I've kidnapped!"
"Anything! Just no more Full House!"
"YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAYYYY!" the voice from the sky squealed.
And never again did a character say a line from Full House.
And Peter Jackson lost ten pounds.
And he found a hundred-dollar bill in the street.
And the Authoress never personally harassed him again.
Glorfindel returned to Rivendell, and Gimli followed a long way behind. Neither of them passed Sam on the way back, as he had been relocated to the Authoress's attic, where he still lives happily today.
When Gimli passed Bill the Pony, he grabbed the reins and led him back to Rivendell.
Gimli still had Legolas's arrow (the one that killed his papa). He held it in his fist all the way back. The dwarf arrived at nightfall, left Bill in the stables, and headed toward the big tomb where Legolas was buried.
But someone was already there.
Mary Sue stood at the entrance to the tomb, smiling brightly, with a sword in her hands. Gimli shuddered. "Step aside, elf!" he hissed.
Mary Sue leveled the sword and swung it at Gimli, who rolled his eyes, ducked, and kicked her in the shins. Mary Sue's eyes crossed for a second, then popped out of her head, suspended on wires. Little blue zigzags of electricity ran up and down her body.
Gimli stared at her for a second, then tapped at her arm.
It clanged.
Gimli frowned. "A she-elf of metal?"
"Jeepers!" shouted several voices from behind the trees. "It's a robot!"
Gimli raised an eyebrow. "Who said that?"
From the woods stepped a girl with short brown hair and glasses, a blond boy, a girl with long red hair, a scruffy hippie, and a large dog.
"OOH!" Gimli shouted. "The Scooby Doo gang! Can I get your autographs?"
"Sure!" said the annoying cartoons.
After a few moments, Gimli thanked the kids, pocketed his autograph book, and went into the tomb.