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"All right!" Gimli shouted, holding a camera gleefully, "Now, you know the rules: Whoever eats the most pie wins!"
Pippin and Legolas glared at eat other from across the pie-laden picnic table.
"You are so going down," Legolas scowled.
Pippin leaned back confidently and placed his hairy feet on the table. "Yeah, right," he smirked, "I'm a hobbit, remember?"
A look of dismay flitted across Legolas's face. Oops. Forgot that little detail. "Well," sputtered the elf, "I'm still going to win!"
Gimli raised his eyebrows in amusement. This was going to be fun. He raised his camera to his eye. Correction: this was going to be very fun. "On your mark..."
"Wait! Wait!" Gandalf screamed while running out from the crowd of spectators that had gathered, wearing a reflective orange jumpsuit.
Gimli rolled his eyes, "What are you doing here Gandalf?" he glanced at the orange jumpsuit, "Did they let out of your time-out or something?"
"Well, No," stated Gandalf, "I escaped. And it's probation, not time-out... but that's not the point!"
"What is the point?" sighed Gimli, adding under his breath, "I should probably report you to Elrond anyway."
"No!" Gandalf pleaded, glancing around nervously, "No one must know that I escaped!"
"It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" Gimli motioned to the crowd staring at Gandalf's orange reflectiveness.
"Oops," said Gandalf, pleading again, "Just please don't tell Elrond, or worse, the council!!"
"Fine. Just be quiet, don't hurt anybody, and don't play with any weapons!" Gimli glared up at him.
The reflective wizard looked up at the sky guiltily.
"Gandalf..." Gimli held out his hand, "Give it to me."
"Oh poopsies," Gandalf said disappointedly. He handed the dwarf his (Gimli's) axe.
"And the other..."
The wizard sighed, handing Gimli Legolas's bow, which he had stolen, again.
"And..."
Gandalf dejectedly handed him a large, studded, Cave Troll club.
"Good boy, Gandalf," said Gimli slowly, "Now why don't you go sit down over there."
The weaponless and reflective escapee just sighed and sat down where Gimli had directed him.
"Now," Gimli began again, "Let's get started. On your mark..."
Legolas gave a final tuck to his spotless white napkin and raised his knife and fork expectantly.
Pippin just grinned at the elf. "Nice fork," he couldn't help but mumble.
The elf ignored him.
"Get set..."
"Cookies!!!" Merry screamed insanely as he ran towards the group. He dove face first into one of the pies sitting on the table.
Everyone stared in shock.
"Well," sighed Pippin sadly, as if this happened all the time, "There goes the Oreo cookie cream pie."
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