The Fellowshup of Ten
Chapter 6
The continuation
Dinner disaster and...OBLIB!!!!
(A/N:MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't be that evil now can I?)
Gandalf attempted another blow, but Saruman magically called his staff. Using both, Saruman managed to make Gandalf spin on the side of his head like...a break dancer (if they even knew what THAT was then)
"Yeah, I'm one hip cat!" Gandalf exclaimed, spinning round and round.
"THAT'S IT! YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN US?! OFF O THE TOWER WITH YOU OLD MAN!" Saruman yelled, sending Gandalf to the top of Orthanc.
"If I'm an old man...THEN WHAT ARE YOU?" Gandalf asked, as he was flying.
"A SUPERSTAR!" Saruman called up, putting on shades and striking a pose.
LATER AT THE TOP....
"The poor poor child." Gandalf shook his head. A small moth flew to him. Gandalf caught it and whispered a few wods in a foreign language to it. The moth flew out of his grasp and flew away, just as Saruman magically appeared out of nowhere.
"You...will...surrender." Saruman urged.
"No...there is only one Lord of the Ring, and he does not share power." Gandalf sneered, looking behind him then jumping off the tower.
"GANDALF, YOU IDIOT WE CALL A WIZARD, DON'T COMMIT SUICIDE!" Saruman yelled, dashing to the edge only to see Gandalf flying up the wings of the bird Lord Gwaihir.
"SARUMAN....I WANT MY HAT BACK! AND WE WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO YOUR POWER!" Gandalf yelled as Gwaihir flew farther and farther away.
"So...the fool wants his hat back, eh? Well, he has chosen exile." Saruman growled as he made his way back, occasionally slipping since the floor was just polished.
END FLASHBACK...
"Gandalf...what is it?" Frodo asked curiously, observing his friend who seemed to be in a trance.
"I...don't know. Its just that Sauron is growing stronger and Saruman has fallen to his power. Now, rest Frodo...Frodo?" Gandalf said, but Frodo had run away and returned with LOTS of kit-kat bars and started to munch on them, even with the rappers
Munch...munch...munch...mmmm
Arwen entered the room.
"Come now, it is time for dinner." She said. She spotted Frodo. "FRODO!" she cried.
"What?" The chocolate covered Frodo asked.
"Father told you a bazillion times not to eat chocolate, especially from his tree! And remember we're trying to take away this dependence of yours on chocolate." She yelled.
Frodo guarded his chocolate as if it were the ring of power.
"chocolate...my preciousssss" he hissed.
"GO...TO SUPPER...NOW!" Arwen yelled, stamping her foot. The whole room emptied in less than 10 seconds.
AT DINNER...
At the dining table, Aragorn sat between Estel and Legolas, Glorfindell across Estel and next to Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. Gimli sat with Gloin at the end, while the hobbits sat with Boromir and Gandalf. Once seated, Elrond tapped his cup with his spoon, stretched out his arms, and uttered these two words: "Dig in." Immediately, Gimli and Gloin literally 'dug in' to their food, had to resurface every now, and then for breath, always covered in mashed potatoes.
"NOT IN THE LITERAL SENSE!!" Elrond yelled, obviously disgusted.
At the other end of the table, Glorfindell exchanged murderous looks with Arwen, Aragorn and Legolas were making silly faces. Gandalf was annoyed as he watched the hobbits restrain Frodo from pouncing on Boromir who had brought some luxurious chocolate. Gimli and Gloin were still pigging out.
Soon, things got messy...
Glorfindell shot a plate of mashed spuds, which hit Legolas.
"HA! Take THAT Arwen Undomiel! Oops...sorry Legolas!" Glorfindell said, realizing his mistake.
"YOU FOUL VILAIN! You ruined my beautiful face! You shall pay! What will my fans say now?" Legolas yelled. "Have a taste of your own medicine!" he threw a strawberry shortcake at him. Unfourtunatly, it hit Gandalf right in the face.
"Hee hee! Gandalf, you look like Saruman!" Legolas laughed.
"ARGH! Greenleaf! Take that!" He threw syrup covered peaches, but it hit Arwen and Aragorn instead.
"Gandalf! You ruined my new gown!" Arwen cried.
"And my stinky, smelly hair! Well, I guess it smells better now." Said Aragorn as he wiped the peaches off his face. Soon everyone was throwing food...yet the dwarves were still pigging out.
"STOP!!!" Elrond yelled, growing hoarse. His head sank to his hands" I cannot bear watching these fools. My daughter, adopticve son...and my best friend. WHY ME??"
"Ha ha! This is fun!" Pippin exclaimed, being hit repeatedly with éclairs. Pippin threw something, aiming for Elrohir, but hit Elrond instead.
"Honestly" Elrond muttered, as he closed his eyes, as he was experiencing a head ache. The Frodo, who had a wee too much ale approached and dumper a whole bowl full of mashed potatoes on Elrond's head. He then put two celery stalks for ears, two cherries for eyes, a banana for a mouth and a big red tomato for a nose!
"HA HA! Look Mickey Mouise! I like Barney! Look at my mashed potato man!" Frodo giggled as he swayed back and forth as he walked.
"Are you alright Frodo?" Arwen asked, covered I food. "OW!" she cried as someone threw an apple at her. "Wow...look at all the stars! I can now prove that gravity exists!" she then left for her room.
"I'm okee dokee Arwen!" Frodo said dreamily to Elrond, who was still disguised as the mashed potato man!
"ALL OF YOU! GO TO BED! NOW!!"Elrond yelled, enraged.
"Now? But we're not full!" complained Gimli and Gloin ,who were STILL eating like hogs.
"I don't care...get...OUT!" yelled Elrond as he frantically wiped his face of mashed potatoes and stalked off to bed, not noticing that the celery stalks still stuck out of his hair.
The others snigger as they watched him leave, then they two scurried off to bed.
As Frodo was making his way to his room, he saw a fuzzy figure awaiting him in his bedroom.
"Ah, Frodo my lad!" Bilbo exclaimed, hugging the drunken Frodo.
Frodo giggled insanely. "Ha ha! You know, your name backwards is...ha ha....OBLIB!!! And guess what Oblib? I'm Odorf!"
"Right..." Bilbo muttered, "Lad's had a wee too much ale I see."
"I love you, you love me! the dark Lord hates us, but who cares? La, la ,la,la,la!" Frodo sang.
(For those who go to our school, in secondary two, high French...Who does THIS REMIND YOU OF? Padwen....i believ you and I both know very well....THE COLOURFUL WRTATH AHHHHH!! Sorry...everyone...)
Bilbo: ...--;
"Lad, I had some things to give you, but I believe that can wait until after the council tomorrow. Go rest Frodo." Bilbo said, leaving the room.
"Whatever you say Oblib! I WANT TO PARTY!! I'm on the highway to hell! (copyright Ac/Dc)" sang Frodo. TBC,....
ALRIGHT! Its midnight...and I'm tired...so I'm stopping. Next chapter...THE COUNCIL OF ELROND!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY...ok...shutting up now! REVIEW!!!!! Bye bye
(A/N:MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't be that evil now can I?)
Gandalf attempted another blow, but Saruman magically called his staff. Using both, Saruman managed to make Gandalf spin on the side of his head like...a break dancer (if they even knew what THAT was then)
"Yeah, I'm one hip cat!" Gandalf exclaimed, spinning round and round.
"THAT'S IT! YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN US?! OFF O THE TOWER WITH YOU OLD MAN!" Saruman yelled, sending Gandalf to the top of Orthanc.
"If I'm an old man...THEN WHAT ARE YOU?" Gandalf asked, as he was flying.
"A SUPERSTAR!" Saruman called up, putting on shades and striking a pose.
LATER AT THE TOP....
"The poor poor child." Gandalf shook his head. A small moth flew to him. Gandalf caught it and whispered a few wods in a foreign language to it. The moth flew out of his grasp and flew away, just as Saruman magically appeared out of nowhere.
"You...will...surrender." Saruman urged.
"No...there is only one Lord of the Ring, and he does not share power." Gandalf sneered, looking behind him then jumping off the tower.
"GANDALF, YOU IDIOT WE CALL A WIZARD, DON'T COMMIT SUICIDE!" Saruman yelled, dashing to the edge only to see Gandalf flying up the wings of the bird Lord Gwaihir.
"SARUMAN....I WANT MY HAT BACK! AND WE WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO YOUR POWER!" Gandalf yelled as Gwaihir flew farther and farther away.
"So...the fool wants his hat back, eh? Well, he has chosen exile." Saruman growled as he made his way back, occasionally slipping since the floor was just polished.
END FLASHBACK...
"Gandalf...what is it?" Frodo asked curiously, observing his friend who seemed to be in a trance.
"I...don't know. Its just that Sauron is growing stronger and Saruman has fallen to his power. Now, rest Frodo...Frodo?" Gandalf said, but Frodo had run away and returned with LOTS of kit-kat bars and started to munch on them, even with the rappers
Munch...munch...munch...mmmm
Arwen entered the room.
"Come now, it is time for dinner." She said. She spotted Frodo. "FRODO!" she cried.
"What?" The chocolate covered Frodo asked.
"Father told you a bazillion times not to eat chocolate, especially from his tree! And remember we're trying to take away this dependence of yours on chocolate." She yelled.
Frodo guarded his chocolate as if it were the ring of power.
"chocolate...my preciousssss" he hissed.
"GO...TO SUPPER...NOW!" Arwen yelled, stamping her foot. The whole room emptied in less than 10 seconds.
AT DINNER...
At the dining table, Aragorn sat between Estel and Legolas, Glorfindell across Estel and next to Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. Gimli sat with Gloin at the end, while the hobbits sat with Boromir and Gandalf. Once seated, Elrond tapped his cup with his spoon, stretched out his arms, and uttered these two words: "Dig in." Immediately, Gimli and Gloin literally 'dug in' to their food, had to resurface every now, and then for breath, always covered in mashed potatoes.
"NOT IN THE LITERAL SENSE!!" Elrond yelled, obviously disgusted.
At the other end of the table, Glorfindell exchanged murderous looks with Arwen, Aragorn and Legolas were making silly faces. Gandalf was annoyed as he watched the hobbits restrain Frodo from pouncing on Boromir who had brought some luxurious chocolate. Gimli and Gloin were still pigging out.
Soon, things got messy...
Glorfindell shot a plate of mashed spuds, which hit Legolas.
"HA! Take THAT Arwen Undomiel! Oops...sorry Legolas!" Glorfindell said, realizing his mistake.
"YOU FOUL VILAIN! You ruined my beautiful face! You shall pay! What will my fans say now?" Legolas yelled. "Have a taste of your own medicine!" he threw a strawberry shortcake at him. Unfourtunatly, it hit Gandalf right in the face.
"Hee hee! Gandalf, you look like Saruman!" Legolas laughed.
"ARGH! Greenleaf! Take that!" He threw syrup covered peaches, but it hit Arwen and Aragorn instead.
"Gandalf! You ruined my new gown!" Arwen cried.
"And my stinky, smelly hair! Well, I guess it smells better now." Said Aragorn as he wiped the peaches off his face. Soon everyone was throwing food...yet the dwarves were still pigging out.
"STOP!!!" Elrond yelled, growing hoarse. His head sank to his hands" I cannot bear watching these fools. My daughter, adopticve son...and my best friend. WHY ME??"
"Ha ha! This is fun!" Pippin exclaimed, being hit repeatedly with éclairs. Pippin threw something, aiming for Elrohir, but hit Elrond instead.
"Honestly" Elrond muttered, as he closed his eyes, as he was experiencing a head ache. The Frodo, who had a wee too much ale approached and dumper a whole bowl full of mashed potatoes on Elrond's head. He then put two celery stalks for ears, two cherries for eyes, a banana for a mouth and a big red tomato for a nose!
"HA HA! Look Mickey Mouise! I like Barney! Look at my mashed potato man!" Frodo giggled as he swayed back and forth as he walked.
"Are you alright Frodo?" Arwen asked, covered I food. "OW!" she cried as someone threw an apple at her. "Wow...look at all the stars! I can now prove that gravity exists!" she then left for her room.
"I'm okee dokee Arwen!" Frodo said dreamily to Elrond, who was still disguised as the mashed potato man!
"ALL OF YOU! GO TO BED! NOW!!"Elrond yelled, enraged.
"Now? But we're not full!" complained Gimli and Gloin ,who were STILL eating like hogs.
"I don't care...get...OUT!" yelled Elrond as he frantically wiped his face of mashed potatoes and stalked off to bed, not noticing that the celery stalks still stuck out of his hair.
The others snigger as they watched him leave, then they two scurried off to bed.
As Frodo was making his way to his room, he saw a fuzzy figure awaiting him in his bedroom.
"Ah, Frodo my lad!" Bilbo exclaimed, hugging the drunken Frodo.
Frodo giggled insanely. "Ha ha! You know, your name backwards is...ha ha....OBLIB!!! And guess what Oblib? I'm Odorf!"
"Right..." Bilbo muttered, "Lad's had a wee too much ale I see."
"I love you, you love me! the dark Lord hates us, but who cares? La, la ,la,la,la!" Frodo sang.
(For those who go to our school, in secondary two, high French...Who does THIS REMIND YOU OF? Padwen....i believ you and I both know very well....THE COLOURFUL WRTATH AHHHHH!! Sorry...everyone...)
Bilbo: ...--;
"Lad, I had some things to give you, but I believe that can wait until after the council tomorrow. Go rest Frodo." Bilbo said, leaving the room.
"Whatever you say Oblib! I WANT TO PARTY!! I'm on the highway to hell! (copyright Ac/Dc)" sang Frodo. TBC,....
ALRIGHT! Its midnight...and I'm tired...so I'm stopping. Next chapter...THE COUNCIL OF ELROND!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY...ok...shutting up now! REVIEW!!!!! Bye bye