Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Why is it that the characters I own are the ones I don't want to own??? I want to own Tolkien's characters, even though I can't!!!! Anyway, thanks Tolkien, I'm just borrowing your characters.
The Fellowship and friends were sitting in the Principal's office for detention. All of them were looking so glum that you would have felt sorry for them.
Pippin and Sam were injured the most, being the only ones who were actually fighting with a purpose.
Aragorn and Boromir were, sad to say, STILL drunk, and in order to soothe their feelings, drunk some dishwashing liquid they had found under the cupboard. Needless to say, this had absolutely no effect whatsoever on their drunkenness, and they were now hiccuping bubbles out their mouths.
Frodo and Merry were arguing about who had started the fight, even if it had nothing to do with themselves.
Galadriel, Celeborn and Glorfindel, being noble and all, had tidied themselves up reasonably. However, Galadriel's dress was sopping wet because of Eowyn crying on her shoulder, and Celeborn's and Glorfindel's hair was all messy (SCANDOLOUS FOR AN ELF).
Legolas was crying and wailing on Gimli's shoulder because he was so ashamed of what his father would say if he saw him in the company of these people, and Gimli's beard was full of arrowheads.
Eowyn's eyes were extremely red from crying so much, and her lap was overflowing with used tissues.
Arwen's fingernails were multi-coloured, because she had nothing better to do other than colour in her nails with whiteboard markers.
Faramir was STILL THROWING UP (will he ever stop??) his lembas bread (he must have eaten a lot of it), and now had a barrel strapped in front of him at all times, so he had a sort of portable throwing up container that went everywhere with him.
And the principal just couldn't figure out what had happened to Gandalf, so he figured the old man had died in his sleep and dragged him along to the office anyway.
Anyway, they were all sitting there, or sleeping in Gandalf's case, when the principal walked in, looking furious. 'Right. What has happened? What have you been doing to my teachers that make them resign when they look at you? Explain yourselves!!' he said angrily. They all looked at one another, and then all at once launched into explanations. 'He punched me in the eye...'said Sam. 'And he slapped me across the face...' complained Pippin 'He messed up my hair!' yelled Glorfindel. 'I WANT MY ADA!!' cried Legolas. 'WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!' screamed Eowyn; her sedation had obviously worn off. 'Look, sir, are you sure you don't have other coloured markers?' asked Arwen. 'This is the first time I've ever contemplated about cutting off my beard,' muttered Gimli, trying to get the arrowheads out of his beard. 'Hey! I want my BEER!!!' said Aragorn and Boromir. 'HELLO!! Someone here really wants to stop vomiting!!' groaned Faramir.
The principal put up his hand to stem the flow of pointless explanations. 'HANG ON, HANG ON, WILL YOU??' he shouted over all the noise. They didn't bother to listen to him, they were too engrossed in their own rantings to take in anything else other people said, whether they be elf, dwarf, man, wizard or orc. The principal sighed, sat on the desk in a puddle of Legolas's tears and put his head in his hands.
Just then, a dark figure swept into the room and whispered into the principal's ear. He looked surprised at first, but then his face changed into a look of pure relief as he nodded and quickly walked out of the office, leaving behind an arguing group of weirdos, and a sinister dark cloaked and hooded person/thing, and an incredible amount of noise.
MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! I shall leave you all to guess who the dark cloaked figure is! Is is a nazgul? Ohhhhhh, scary. PLEASE read and review, no matter what, through wind, hail, rain or sunshine PLEASE REVIEW. You don't even have to read it, if you don't feel like it. If you don't review, I'll drown you in Faramir's vomit.
Disclaimer: Why is it that the characters I own are the ones I don't want to own??? I want to own Tolkien's characters, even though I can't!!!! Anyway, thanks Tolkien, I'm just borrowing your characters.
The Fellowship and friends were sitting in the Principal's office for detention. All of them were looking so glum that you would have felt sorry for them.
Pippin and Sam were injured the most, being the only ones who were actually fighting with a purpose.
Aragorn and Boromir were, sad to say, STILL drunk, and in order to soothe their feelings, drunk some dishwashing liquid they had found under the cupboard. Needless to say, this had absolutely no effect whatsoever on their drunkenness, and they were now hiccuping bubbles out their mouths.
Frodo and Merry were arguing about who had started the fight, even if it had nothing to do with themselves.
Galadriel, Celeborn and Glorfindel, being noble and all, had tidied themselves up reasonably. However, Galadriel's dress was sopping wet because of Eowyn crying on her shoulder, and Celeborn's and Glorfindel's hair was all messy (SCANDOLOUS FOR AN ELF).
Legolas was crying and wailing on Gimli's shoulder because he was so ashamed of what his father would say if he saw him in the company of these people, and Gimli's beard was full of arrowheads.
Eowyn's eyes were extremely red from crying so much, and her lap was overflowing with used tissues.
Arwen's fingernails were multi-coloured, because she had nothing better to do other than colour in her nails with whiteboard markers.
Faramir was STILL THROWING UP (will he ever stop??) his lembas bread (he must have eaten a lot of it), and now had a barrel strapped in front of him at all times, so he had a sort of portable throwing up container that went everywhere with him.
And the principal just couldn't figure out what had happened to Gandalf, so he figured the old man had died in his sleep and dragged him along to the office anyway.
Anyway, they were all sitting there, or sleeping in Gandalf's case, when the principal walked in, looking furious. 'Right. What has happened? What have you been doing to my teachers that make them resign when they look at you? Explain yourselves!!' he said angrily. They all looked at one another, and then all at once launched into explanations. 'He punched me in the eye...'said Sam. 'And he slapped me across the face...' complained Pippin 'He messed up my hair!' yelled Glorfindel. 'I WANT MY ADA!!' cried Legolas. 'WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!' screamed Eowyn; her sedation had obviously worn off. 'Look, sir, are you sure you don't have other coloured markers?' asked Arwen. 'This is the first time I've ever contemplated about cutting off my beard,' muttered Gimli, trying to get the arrowheads out of his beard. 'Hey! I want my BEER!!!' said Aragorn and Boromir. 'HELLO!! Someone here really wants to stop vomiting!!' groaned Faramir.
The principal put up his hand to stem the flow of pointless explanations. 'HANG ON, HANG ON, WILL YOU??' he shouted over all the noise. They didn't bother to listen to him, they were too engrossed in their own rantings to take in anything else other people said, whether they be elf, dwarf, man, wizard or orc. The principal sighed, sat on the desk in a puddle of Legolas's tears and put his head in his hands.
Just then, a dark figure swept into the room and whispered into the principal's ear. He looked surprised at first, but then his face changed into a look of pure relief as he nodded and quickly walked out of the office, leaving behind an arguing group of weirdos, and a sinister dark cloaked and hooded person/thing, and an incredible amount of noise.
MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! I shall leave you all to guess who the dark cloaked figure is! Is is a nazgul? Ohhhhhh, scary. PLEASE read and review, no matter what, through wind, hail, rain or sunshine PLEASE REVIEW. You don't even have to read it, if you don't feel like it. If you don't review, I'll drown you in Faramir's vomit.