A/N- SG here and after that last chapter I definitely have to write this one. Legolas: The last chapter was excellent was it not ? SG: No, you need to work on it. And while you're at it you need to deflate that ego of yours. Legolas: I only wrote what the public demanded. SG: I did not hear the readers of this story calling for a chapter written by a pompous, egotistical, pink tutu wearing princeling. Legolas: You better watch what you call me. I just might convince TICS to let me write another chapter. Elladan, Elrohir and Haldir: Over our dead bodies. Legolas: That can be arranged.
Disclaimer- Once again I tell everyone we don't own this. We only own the voices in our heads and sometimes we wish we didn't even have those.
Power Hungry Egos
Sam (the tall), Misha, and Jessie looked out over the horizon where a large dust cloud was making its way toward Rivendale. The three looked at each other. Sam (the tall) arched an eyebrow at her friends ",I'm starting to have my doubts about getting the dragon-lady and Sauron together."
"Really," Misha replied back with just as much sarcasm. "So, how are we going to handle this one?"
"Run," Jessie suggested helpfully. "I hear Minas Tirith is beautiful this time of the year and well protected."
Elrond took this into consideration for a brief moment. "They would only follow us there if we could even manage to outrun them."
"And like I said its well protected."
"We do not have the time to prepare for escape. We will defend Imladris." Elrond looked out over the elves that had gathered below them ",Prepare for battle. Everyone take up arms. We will not let Sauron and his pitiful excuse for an army defeat us."
Elves, four hobbits and a dwarf began to prepare for battle. Soon Misha, Jessie and Sam (the tall) found themselves very alone which was not a good thing. "I say we get some very sharp, pointy weapons and go have some fun. All in favor ?"
All hands went up in the air and soon the girls were running looking for the armory. Once there all they could find were a few crooked arrows and dull knives. And as we all know crooked arrows don't fly right and dull knives don't cut.
"What the hell are we going to do with these?,"Jessie pouted.
Sam (the tall) eyed her dull knife closely. Then an idea pounced onto her brain. "Maybe we can get close enough and then just poke them to death with the knives. Tell me if it works."
"Ouch ! Ouch ! OUCH," Misha yelled as Sam (the tall) poked her with the dull knife. "Stop it. Give me that."
Sam (the tall) sprinted off as Misha chased after her. Jessie looked around the empty room before sighing, shrugging her shoulders and skipping off after them. When Jessie finally caught up to the pair Misha had tackled Sam to the ground and was trying to take the knife from her. "Give me the knife."
"NO ! I will never give up this lovely gift that I stole from the armory of Rivendale."
Misha and Jessie gave Sam (the tall) the look that said she needed some therapy. Sam just smiled as she handed the dull knife over to Misha ",You guys are no fun."
Misha, with the offending knife in hand, stood up and helped Sam to her feet.
"So, what do we have. Two dozen lousy arrows and three knives you couldn't slice cheese with. I'm open for suggestions on what we're going to do," Misha stated as the noises of the enemy grew louder.
"I'm all for running away like the cowards we are," Jessie said, quite pleased with her suggestion.
"We're not cowards," Misha yelled.
"Yes, we are," Sam (the tall) and Jessie echoed while nodding their heads.
"Let me rephrase myself then. I am open to suggestions that have nothing to do with running away, hiding, or being cowards."
The three put their heads together to think of some way to get themselves out of this situation.
A/N- Gah, that was like pulling teeth. Sorry about the chapter but I still have writer's block. And I've done the one thing I said I would never do. I've made my author's notes almost as long as this chapter. Grovels for forgiveness
Disclaimer- Once again I tell everyone we don't own this. We only own the voices in our heads and sometimes we wish we didn't even have those.
Power Hungry Egos
Sam (the tall), Misha, and Jessie looked out over the horizon where a large dust cloud was making its way toward Rivendale. The three looked at each other. Sam (the tall) arched an eyebrow at her friends ",I'm starting to have my doubts about getting the dragon-lady and Sauron together."
"Really," Misha replied back with just as much sarcasm. "So, how are we going to handle this one?"
"Run," Jessie suggested helpfully. "I hear Minas Tirith is beautiful this time of the year and well protected."
Elrond took this into consideration for a brief moment. "They would only follow us there if we could even manage to outrun them."
"And like I said its well protected."
"We do not have the time to prepare for escape. We will defend Imladris." Elrond looked out over the elves that had gathered below them ",Prepare for battle. Everyone take up arms. We will not let Sauron and his pitiful excuse for an army defeat us."
Elves, four hobbits and a dwarf began to prepare for battle. Soon Misha, Jessie and Sam (the tall) found themselves very alone which was not a good thing. "I say we get some very sharp, pointy weapons and go have some fun. All in favor ?"
All hands went up in the air and soon the girls were running looking for the armory. Once there all they could find were a few crooked arrows and dull knives. And as we all know crooked arrows don't fly right and dull knives don't cut.
"What the hell are we going to do with these?,"Jessie pouted.
Sam (the tall) eyed her dull knife closely. Then an idea pounced onto her brain. "Maybe we can get close enough and then just poke them to death with the knives. Tell me if it works."
"Ouch ! Ouch ! OUCH," Misha yelled as Sam (the tall) poked her with the dull knife. "Stop it. Give me that."
Sam (the tall) sprinted off as Misha chased after her. Jessie looked around the empty room before sighing, shrugging her shoulders and skipping off after them. When Jessie finally caught up to the pair Misha had tackled Sam to the ground and was trying to take the knife from her. "Give me the knife."
"NO ! I will never give up this lovely gift that I stole from the armory of Rivendale."
Misha and Jessie gave Sam (the tall) the look that said she needed some therapy. Sam just smiled as she handed the dull knife over to Misha ",You guys are no fun."
Misha, with the offending knife in hand, stood up and helped Sam to her feet.
"So, what do we have. Two dozen lousy arrows and three knives you couldn't slice cheese with. I'm open for suggestions on what we're going to do," Misha stated as the noises of the enemy grew louder.
"I'm all for running away like the cowards we are," Jessie said, quite pleased with her suggestion.
"We're not cowards," Misha yelled.
"Yes, we are," Sam (the tall) and Jessie echoed while nodding their heads.
"Let me rephrase myself then. I am open to suggestions that have nothing to do with running away, hiding, or being cowards."
The three put their heads together to think of some way to get themselves out of this situation.
A/N- Gah, that was like pulling teeth. Sorry about the chapter but I still have writer's block. And I've done the one thing I said I would never do. I've made my author's notes almost as long as this chapter. Grovels for forgiveness