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school!!!! But summer is now here and I should update at more regular
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Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien, therefore I do not own Lord of the Rings or any related characters. I also do not own Wal-Mart or Monty Python.
Gandalf was struggling to keep up with Aragorn. The ranger was much more fit than the wizard, who was now worried about being left behind. He could barely make out the shape of Aragorn in the rapidly darkening store. All of the sudden, Aragorn vanished.
The wizard dashed to the sight where he last saw Aragorn, crashing into a couple of empty carts along the way. When he finally got there, he found Aragorn sprawled out on the ground.
"What happened?" Gandalf asked.
Aragorn groaned. "I tripped," he managed.
"Over what?"
Aragorn looked around. "This," he said, "I do not know."
The pair started walking again and Aragorn kicked something on the floor.
"What's that?" they asked at the same time.
Aragorn picked the thing up. It was too dark where they were standing to see what it was. Aragorn tried to figure it out by feeling it but it was hopeless. As a last resort, Aragorn and Gandalf walked back to the light.
"Why are you so curious about this..." Gandalf paused, searching for the right word, "...thing?"
"I don't know," Aragorn replied, "I somehow feel like I was destined to trip over this," he shook the object. "Like it was fate or something."
Gandalf scoffed. Fate? Yeah right. Clumsiness is a better word for it.
"What?" Aragorn said defensibly.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all," the wizard said in that annoying tone wizards use when they don't want you to what they were thinking, "Let's just get on with this. I want my CD."
Oh no, Aragorn thought. He had better not go into his sulky/whiney/pouty mode again. Sometimes that wizard can be so much like a child.
When they finally got back to the doors (and the light!) and saw what the mystery object was, they gasped.
It was perfect.
Faramir was still slightly embarrassed over the whole chew toy incident. He only hoped that his wife would keep her mouth shut.
He and Eowyn had been walking for some time now. Was he going the right way? What if they got lost? It had been years since he had been there, mainly because of Legolas's strong hate for the place. Most of the time they went to Target.
Faramir squared his shoulders. It was up to him to turn the power back on. The others depended on him. He had to be the hero and save the day.
He could see it now. He would discover why the lights went out and turn them on again. They would be so grateful that they would make him Ruler of Wal-Mart....
Faramir was jerked out of his fantasies when he crashed into something.
"Honey, are you alright?" Eowyn asked, concerned.
"Um... I think so..." Faramir trailed off. Using one hand (the other was busy rubbing his smarting nose) he investigated what it was that he ran into. Hmm, it feels like a bookcase, he thought. Wait, a bookcase? "Oh no..."
"What? Are you hurt?" Eowyn questioned.
"No, I'm fine, it's just..." Faramir gulped, "If I remember right, the books are on the opposite side of the store than the control room..."
Eowyn sighed. Why did she sometimes get the impression that her husband wasn't always the brightest star in the sky?
Gimli learned something new today (or was it night? He hated the fact that he could not tell what time it was.) Hobbits were annoying. EXTREMELY annoying.
The dwarf's patience was wearing thin. He missed all his Nintendo products: his N64, Super Nintendo, Gamecube, Gameboy Color, Gameboy and Gameboy Advance. Oh, how he wanted to play them again...
The hobbits had been singing. Well, he shouldn't blame all the hobbits. Mainly just Merry and Pippin. For the past hour (or so Gimli thought) they had been singing the most annoying songs on earth. Right now they were singing a song from Monty Python. He guessed it was from Monty Python. While he had never actually seen any Monty Python films, nothing else could be so stupid.
"His head smashed in and heart cut out,
His liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
His nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off,
His pen-"
"Is that from Monty Python and the Holy Grail?" Boromir cut in. Boromir wasn't always the shiniest trumpet in the band.
"Duh, nothing else would be so stupid!" Legolas said. Wow, Gimli thought, he voiced my thoughts almost perfectly. They all could see the hobbits' singing was getting on the usually calm and collective elf's nerves.
"Join us Boromir!" Pippin shouted. "Ooh! Let's sing the Monk Chant! Pies lesu domine..."
Please spare us of your singing for a while," Arwen announced, trying to be as polite as she could. These two halflings were driving her crazy.
"Technically we're not singing," Merry said, "We're chanting!"
"Well it's just as annoying!" Legolas burst out.
"Fine, if that's how you really feel..." Pippin said, pretending to be hurt by Legolas's retort.
Legolas, along with everybody else, gave and exasperated sigh.
Aragorn held in his hand something that would help everyone tremendously.
"What is it?" Gandalf asked.
"It's a flashlight, you idiot!" Aragorn snapped. Gandalf wasn't always the sharpest crayon in the box.
Aragorn looked over at the wizard, who had a blank look on his face.
"So..."
This wizard is slower than I thought! Aragorn said to himself. Wise? A pickle is wiser than Gandalf!
Aragorn tried to hide his annoyance, which was pretty hard to do. "So, with a flashlight, we can see stuff in the dark." Wow, Aragorn thought, this is like speaking to Pippin!
Realization dawned upon Gandalf. "Oh..."
It was all Aragorn could do to keep himself from throwing the flashlight at Gandalf in frustration. "Come on," he said instead, "Let's get some more."
They traveled yet again into the darkness, and after quite a while, found the rest of the flashlights.
"This is great!" Aragorn exclaimed, "Let's go back to the others now!"
"What about batteries?"
Aragorn stopped. He had forgotten about batteries. After all, he wasn't always the fastest horse in the race.
A/N: If your wondering about the "fastest horse in the race" phrases, I was kind of bored while writing this so I saw how many I could put in here. Kind of like a personal challenge. Anyway, REVIEW!!!!!
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien, therefore I do not own Lord of the Rings or any related characters. I also do not own Wal-Mart or Monty Python.
Gandalf was struggling to keep up with Aragorn. The ranger was much more fit than the wizard, who was now worried about being left behind. He could barely make out the shape of Aragorn in the rapidly darkening store. All of the sudden, Aragorn vanished.
The wizard dashed to the sight where he last saw Aragorn, crashing into a couple of empty carts along the way. When he finally got there, he found Aragorn sprawled out on the ground.
"What happened?" Gandalf asked.
Aragorn groaned. "I tripped," he managed.
"Over what?"
Aragorn looked around. "This," he said, "I do not know."
The pair started walking again and Aragorn kicked something on the floor.
"What's that?" they asked at the same time.
Aragorn picked the thing up. It was too dark where they were standing to see what it was. Aragorn tried to figure it out by feeling it but it was hopeless. As a last resort, Aragorn and Gandalf walked back to the light.
"Why are you so curious about this..." Gandalf paused, searching for the right word, "...thing?"
"I don't know," Aragorn replied, "I somehow feel like I was destined to trip over this," he shook the object. "Like it was fate or something."
Gandalf scoffed. Fate? Yeah right. Clumsiness is a better word for it.
"What?" Aragorn said defensibly.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all," the wizard said in that annoying tone wizards use when they don't want you to what they were thinking, "Let's just get on with this. I want my CD."
Oh no, Aragorn thought. He had better not go into his sulky/whiney/pouty mode again. Sometimes that wizard can be so much like a child.
When they finally got back to the doors (and the light!) and saw what the mystery object was, they gasped.
It was perfect.
Faramir was still slightly embarrassed over the whole chew toy incident. He only hoped that his wife would keep her mouth shut.
He and Eowyn had been walking for some time now. Was he going the right way? What if they got lost? It had been years since he had been there, mainly because of Legolas's strong hate for the place. Most of the time they went to Target.
Faramir squared his shoulders. It was up to him to turn the power back on. The others depended on him. He had to be the hero and save the day.
He could see it now. He would discover why the lights went out and turn them on again. They would be so grateful that they would make him Ruler of Wal-Mart....
Faramir was jerked out of his fantasies when he crashed into something.
"Honey, are you alright?" Eowyn asked, concerned.
"Um... I think so..." Faramir trailed off. Using one hand (the other was busy rubbing his smarting nose) he investigated what it was that he ran into. Hmm, it feels like a bookcase, he thought. Wait, a bookcase? "Oh no..."
"What? Are you hurt?" Eowyn questioned.
"No, I'm fine, it's just..." Faramir gulped, "If I remember right, the books are on the opposite side of the store than the control room..."
Eowyn sighed. Why did she sometimes get the impression that her husband wasn't always the brightest star in the sky?
Gimli learned something new today (or was it night? He hated the fact that he could not tell what time it was.) Hobbits were annoying. EXTREMELY annoying.
The dwarf's patience was wearing thin. He missed all his Nintendo products: his N64, Super Nintendo, Gamecube, Gameboy Color, Gameboy and Gameboy Advance. Oh, how he wanted to play them again...
The hobbits had been singing. Well, he shouldn't blame all the hobbits. Mainly just Merry and Pippin. For the past hour (or so Gimli thought) they had been singing the most annoying songs on earth. Right now they were singing a song from Monty Python. He guessed it was from Monty Python. While he had never actually seen any Monty Python films, nothing else could be so stupid.
"His head smashed in and heart cut out,
His liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
His nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off,
His pen-"
"Is that from Monty Python and the Holy Grail?" Boromir cut in. Boromir wasn't always the shiniest trumpet in the band.
"Duh, nothing else would be so stupid!" Legolas said. Wow, Gimli thought, he voiced my thoughts almost perfectly. They all could see the hobbits' singing was getting on the usually calm and collective elf's nerves.
"Join us Boromir!" Pippin shouted. "Ooh! Let's sing the Monk Chant! Pies lesu domine..."
Please spare us of your singing for a while," Arwen announced, trying to be as polite as she could. These two halflings were driving her crazy.
"Technically we're not singing," Merry said, "We're chanting!"
"Well it's just as annoying!" Legolas burst out.
"Fine, if that's how you really feel..." Pippin said, pretending to be hurt by Legolas's retort.
Legolas, along with everybody else, gave and exasperated sigh.
Aragorn held in his hand something that would help everyone tremendously.
"What is it?" Gandalf asked.
"It's a flashlight, you idiot!" Aragorn snapped. Gandalf wasn't always the sharpest crayon in the box.
Aragorn looked over at the wizard, who had a blank look on his face.
"So..."
This wizard is slower than I thought! Aragorn said to himself. Wise? A pickle is wiser than Gandalf!
Aragorn tried to hide his annoyance, which was pretty hard to do. "So, with a flashlight, we can see stuff in the dark." Wow, Aragorn thought, this is like speaking to Pippin!
Realization dawned upon Gandalf. "Oh..."
It was all Aragorn could do to keep himself from throwing the flashlight at Gandalf in frustration. "Come on," he said instead, "Let's get some more."
They traveled yet again into the darkness, and after quite a while, found the rest of the flashlights.
"This is great!" Aragorn exclaimed, "Let's go back to the others now!"
"What about batteries?"
Aragorn stopped. He had forgotten about batteries. After all, he wasn't always the fastest horse in the race.
A/N: If your wondering about the "fastest horse in the race" phrases, I was kind of bored while writing this so I saw how many I could put in here. Kind of like a personal challenge. Anyway, REVIEW!!!!!