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"That's it! I've had it!" cried Legolas, "There's only one way to settle this!"
"A pie-eating contest?" asked Merry eagerly.
"Of course not! We need a—" began Legolas, only to be interrupted again.
"That's perfect Merry!" Pippin shouted enthusiastically. He turned to smirk at the angry elf, "I, Peregrin Took of Tookland, challenge you, Legolas of Mirkwood, to a pie-eating contest!"
"Oh come on!" Legolas rolled his eyes, "That is so stupid!"
"Why?" teased Gimli, eyes full of merriment, "Are you afraid you'd lose, oh great and wonderful elf?" Merry and Pippin giggled as Gimli continued, "Afraid to be beaten by a hobbit?"
"I am not!" protested Legolas hotly.
"Of course not," Gimli chuckled.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Legolas raged.
"What do you think it means?" Gimli responded. He was having way too much fun teasing his friend.
The angry elf glared at the laughing dwarf for a few seconds.
"Fine!" he yelled, turning to Pippin, "I accept your stupid challenge, but don't come crying to me when I beat you!"
"Oh," smirked Pippin, "Don't worry... that won't happen. I'm sure you'll be very happy with second place and won't need my consolation."
"Yeah!" yelled Merry, trying to be part of the conversation.
Everyone stared at him
"Never mind," he mumbled.
"Anyway," continued Pippin, "We'll have the contest outside tomorrow. That is, unless you just want to give up now and spare yourself the humiliation."
"Please!" said Legolas, "I won't be the one humiliated."
"We'll see about that."
Pippin and Legolas glared at each other, then stalked out of the room in different directions.
Gimli muttered to himself, "I suppose I'd better see about getting some pies, and find my camera," he grinned mischievously, walking out of the room, "Oh the blackmail photos..."
Empty silence.
"Umm, hello?"
No answer. Everyone had forgotten about the other hobbit.
Merry let out an evil cackle. "They're mine! All mine!" he yelled, diving beneath the sofa, bringing out a jar of cookies, and proceeding to stuff his face. "CooOOOkie Crisp!" he shouted manically.
Blissful munching filled the silence.
What do you think?
"That's it! I've had it!" cried Legolas, "There's only one way to settle this!"
"A pie-eating contest?" asked Merry eagerly.
"Of course not! We need a—" began Legolas, only to be interrupted again.
"That's perfect Merry!" Pippin shouted enthusiastically. He turned to smirk at the angry elf, "I, Peregrin Took of Tookland, challenge you, Legolas of Mirkwood, to a pie-eating contest!"
"Oh come on!" Legolas rolled his eyes, "That is so stupid!"
"Why?" teased Gimli, eyes full of merriment, "Are you afraid you'd lose, oh great and wonderful elf?" Merry and Pippin giggled as Gimli continued, "Afraid to be beaten by a hobbit?"
"I am not!" protested Legolas hotly.
"Of course not," Gimli chuckled.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Legolas raged.
"What do you think it means?" Gimli responded. He was having way too much fun teasing his friend.
The angry elf glared at the laughing dwarf for a few seconds.
"Fine!" he yelled, turning to Pippin, "I accept your stupid challenge, but don't come crying to me when I beat you!"
"Oh," smirked Pippin, "Don't worry... that won't happen. I'm sure you'll be very happy with second place and won't need my consolation."
"Yeah!" yelled Merry, trying to be part of the conversation.
Everyone stared at him
"Never mind," he mumbled.
"Anyway," continued Pippin, "We'll have the contest outside tomorrow. That is, unless you just want to give up now and spare yourself the humiliation."
"Please!" said Legolas, "I won't be the one humiliated."
"We'll see about that."
Pippin and Legolas glared at each other, then stalked out of the room in different directions.
Gimli muttered to himself, "I suppose I'd better see about getting some pies, and find my camera," he grinned mischievously, walking out of the room, "Oh the blackmail photos..."
Empty silence.
"Umm, hello?"
No answer. Everyone had forgotten about the other hobbit.
Merry let out an evil cackle. "They're mine! All mine!" he yelled, diving beneath the sofa, bringing out a jar of cookies, and proceeding to stuff his face. "CooOOOkie Crisp!" he shouted manically.
Blissful munching filled the silence.
What do you think?