Disclaimer: I don't own notices everyone is asleep AHEM! I DON'T OWN…notices that everyone is still asleep, picks up a trumpet that was lying on the floor, and plays a painfully high D on it. Everyone: WHAT THE @#!~_$%^&*+!!!! Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN LOTR!!!!! Everyone: WE KNOW!!!
Scene: The Fellowship and Faramir and Eowyn are in Maine, driving southwest, Legolas is still driving, Gandalf is repairing his staff with pieces of duct tape, Sam is writing in his journal, Gimli, Faramir, and Eowyn are playing duces in the back, Aragorn has somehow found a way to track the florescent pink helicopter, and is giving Legolas directions, Merry is doing his best not to be annoying, and Pippen…
"Raindrops are falling on my head!" chirped Pippen, cheerful as a lark, and still singing despite everyone else's best efforts to stop him. "Raindrops are falling but…"
"Pippen!" Merry whispered sharply, in one last attempt to stop him from singing "It's not raining any more!" This was actually quite true, because as soon as the sun had gone down the temperature, which was already a bone-chilling 35 F, had plummeted to 23, and the rain had turned into snow.
For a moment, Pippen quieted, with a contemplative look on his face, and then…"Snow flakes are falling on my head!!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" everyone groaned.
The car stopped suddenly. There was a pause as everyone took a breath in, and then Merry timidly asked "What happened?"
"Legolas's bad driving skills combined with Aragorn's lame tracking skills happened," muttered Gimli.
"I HEARD THAT YOU TWERP!" yelled Legolas, throwing one of his boots at Gimli, which hit Faramir instead.
"!@#$%^&*" yelled Faramir, attempting to slap Legolas upside the head, but managing to slap Aragorn instead. Soon a fight the proportions of which had not been seen since the counsel of Elrond was breaking out inside the oversized lime green Prius, until Eowyn's voice rose, loud and clear, over everyone elses.
"SHUT UP!!!" she screamed "Who's idea was this?"
"Aragorn's," said an incredibly pissed Legolas.
Eowyn turned to Aragorn "well?"
"I did not tell legolas to drive up an icy hill that we are now going to have to drive back down," said Aragorn "He probably misheard me."
Shaking her head, Eowyn said "Legolas, trade seats with me."
"Why should I?" muttered the irritated Legolas.
"You should because I will only fell safe if this car is not being driven by someone who is not paranoid or preoccupied with the thoughts of fangirls, which amounts to, well, just me," said Eowyn.
Eowyn and Legolas climbed over the middle bench seat and traded seats, Eowyn buckling herself into the drivers seat while Legolas attempted to wedge himself into the small middle seat between Faramir and Gimli, both of whom were wearing bulky leather armor.
Eowyn put the car in the lowest gear possible, and gently touched a foot to the accelerator, and the car began inching down the hill.
"I sincerely hope this car has four-wheel drive," muttered Aragorn.
There was a loud skidding sound, and Eowyn jammed on the break as the car began to skid down the hill.
It was looking like certain doom for everyone in the Prius, but just as they got to the road, Eowyn turned the steering wheel, causing them to turn onto the road (an interstate freeway as it turns out). With a cheer, and a loud battle cry, she gunned the accelerator, and the fellowship theme began playing, strong and clear.
Later: everyone but Aragorn (who is driving) is asleep, under the various cloaks, blankets, and sleeping bags they brought.
With a start, Pippen woke up. "Merry!" he whispered, shaking the hobbit in question "Merry!!"
"What is it, Pip?" muttered Merry.
"What's that glow on top of the car?"
"Street light," murmured Merry. "Go back to sleep."
DiamondTook3: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I'm happy that this fic gave you a much-needed laugh!
The Dark Wanderer: Ah yes, poor Frodo. Aragorn is cool, but good luck stealing him from Arwen as well as all of his other Fangirls (ha ha). Thanks for reviewing.
mirielle: Aragorn and Legolas shall never escape the shadow of doom and forboding that hangs over them…the shadow of Fangirls. Hee hee. Yeah, I love Merry too. Who couldn't? (Go Merry Go!!) Ahem. Please excuse the random and hyperness.
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