Reposted Story
A/N : Heya! Sorry about the delay but my computer has got that stupid virus the guy from Germany started. Arg! My computer is still pretty messed up so the chapters won't be as long or frequent as I'd hoped...not until I get rid of the virus. Anywho, thanks to those who pointed out my spelling and grammar mistakes, I'll change them when I get the chance. I would just like to warn everyone that I suck at spelling and totally don't get grammar. I'll try to improve them for future chapters but they probably won't get any better...but c'est la vie! If someone would like to edit my chapters to make sure the spelling and grammar are ok so that my story would actually make sense, then that would be a great help. Let me know if anyone's interested.
So here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it!
Life as a Fellowship
Chapter 2
"Alright Hobbit lads, let'm go!" Cotton Me-Arse yelled. Pippin, dressed in his kilt and funny pom-pom hat, swung his club in attempt to hit the ball and yelled,
"TWO!" Accidentally, the hobbit let go of his club as he swung and it went flying in the air, hitting one of the trees on the golf course.
"If Legolas were here he would kill you," Merry informed his friend/cousin casually, as he examined the small abused tree.
"If Legolas was here. If," the other hobbit pointed out.
"We've been over this before! Don't let go of the club! And stop yelling random numbers!" Cotton yelled with his thick Irish accent.
Pippin looked blankly in the man in the kilt. From what he understood, you were supposed to yell the number of people around you who could possibly get hit by the golf ball.
"Merry, you're up lad," Cotton snapped, due to his annoyance with the 'Wee Folk'. Merry raised his club but before he could swing Cotton grabbed it a growled, "Now remember. Don't let go. And its fore, not three, not five, not mushroom, but fore." Merry gulped; so far he hadn't been able to hit the ball or even hold onto the club.
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There was a loud bang at the Fellowship's door, and then a second later Gimli opened it and ran into the house. The dwarf had once again forgotten to open the door before going inside. Nobody paid any attention to Gimli, even though the dwarf was all sweaty and out of breath because he had run all the way home—with a few breaks here and there.
"You will never believe it!" he cried. Again, nobody paid any attention to him, but Gimli either ignored it or just didn't realize it. "I was at the library, and—"
"Whoa, what were you doing in a library?" Legolas asked in shock, he and Aragorn's attention turning from the TV to the kitchen.
"Since when do you go to the library?" Aragorn questioned him.
"Mr. Gimli, are you sure you weren't at the mall and accidentally walked into a book store?" Sam suggested.
Gimli thought of it for a moment, but he was sure he had gone to the library.
"Yes I was at the library! How is that so hard to believe? We dwarves are natural scholars! Very smart we are. In fact, my father was—"there were sniggers coming from the other three and Gimli let out a growl. "Dwarves are smart! Smarter then elves!"
"Oh yea?" Legolas tested. "Tell me, O-smart-one, who invented Post its?"
"Erm...Well that's not the point! What's important is the discovery of this." Gimli pulled out a book from his Star Wars backpack.
"Super-stition-s-for-dum-mies," Aragorn sounded the title out. "Oh! Superstitions for Dummies! Yea I knew that!" he cried out proudly.
"Yes. Yes. This is what's been missing from our lives, my friends. The answer to all our bad luck is here in this book," Gimli said, holding the book up proudly. The other three remained in a stunned silence, until the elf broke it.
"I still want to know why Gimli was in a library." The dwarf huffed, marched away, muttering something about elves, and walked into his bedroom door... yet again.
"Who did invent Post its?" Aragorn asked. Legolas shrugged.
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Merry and Pippin rode home on their tricycles after their first Golf lesson. They were now wearing their regular clothes, but Pippin insisted they wear the funny pom-pom hats. Merry of course refused, so Pippin had to look like an idiot on his own.
"I hate golf," Merry stated.
"Me too! I don't see why Cotton got so mad," Pippin said, agreeing with his cousin/best friend.
"I know! I didn't even let go of the club that time!" Both hobbits went quiet and stared into space as they had a flash back.
FLASH BACK
Merry swung his club and since this time he didn't let go of it he flung forward with the club and landed face first on grass.
FLASH BACK OVER
"Get off the road!" Both hobbits ended their flash backs when some old hobbit lady yelled at them from her 4X4. The two had accidentally gone off the sidewalk and onto the highway.
"What do you want to do next week?" Pippin asked.
"The same thing we do every day, Pip. Try to take over the world—I mean try some new activities!" Merry corrected himself. Aragorn's stupid cartoons were starting to get to him.
"Oh, okay," Pippin agreed. "Want to make Fruit Loop necklaces when we get home?"
"Okay."
It was around super time and Sam was in the kitchen cooking up some grub while Merry and Pippin sat at the kitchen table making Fruit Loop necklaces and telling everyone about their day. Since they were in the kitchen, Sam had to at least pretend to be listening, Gandalf was listening (and singing along) to "Baby Got Back" on his walkman and Legolas was drinking a can of diet coke above the sink. Yes, the elf had a strange problem about drinking coke; it had to be diet and it had to be over a sink.
"So Cotton Me-Arse was teaching us and—"
"Who's caught on your ass?" Legolas asked.
"What?" "You just said 'He's caught on my ass'," Legolas said, clearly irritated with the hobbit.
"No he's Cotton Me-Arse, our teacher," Pippin corrected the elf.
"Who's caught on whose ass?" Hungry Hobbit asked as she stepped into the Fellowship's kitchen.
"Who the hell are you?!" Legolas asked, freaked out that a girl dressed in a pink bunny suit just walked into his kitchen.
"Leggy!" Hungry Hobbit shrieked and pounced on the elf.
"Aaah!"
TBC
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