Legolas, Aragorn, and the cute little teaspoon took to wondering aimlessly
down the wooded path. The Elf was rocking the tiny piece of cutlery in his
hand, while Aragorn sang a lullaby to it. The teaspoon sighed happily as it
fell asleep.
"Awe, it's so cute!" cooed Legolas joyfully. Aragorn nodded in his agreement, even though he was eager to throw the teaspoon away. He thought it was eating way too much of their rations. "He's okay," he said half heartedly, chewing on an oversized milky way bar, chocolate and caramel smeared all over his face and tangled in his hair.
Suddenly, there was a loud, resounding POP, and two short things appeared out of nowhere. Well, actually, they came from the pop, but to Aragorn and Legolas, who were a bit sleep deprived, they came from no where.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo and Sam as they saw the two people.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Legolas and Aragorn as they saw the two Halflings.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo, as he turned and saw Sam standing next to him.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Legolas as he saw Aragorn subconsciously picking his nose.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Aragorn as his nose attempted to bite his finger off.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Sam, upon seeing his master next to him, and realizing just how dirty he was.
This went on for a couple more hours, but the author got bored of watching them and wondered off to Mordor and poked Sauron's eye, got burned, and ran home crying for her mommy to kiss it and make it all better.
Thus, the four peoples went off down the path into the twilight world, all munching on giant oversized Malteasers packets.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo, as something came out of the tree above him, and knocked his malt ball out of his fuzzy feet. You see, the hobbits were walking on their hands, and eating with their feet.
"NOOOOOOOOO! Not my precious malt ball!" he called running down the path as his candy rolled away from him. The other members of the little group eyed each other as though they were clowns from a circus, and then helped the little thing chase his candy, leaving the mysterious person or thingie to follow them.
Finally, the ball of yummy malt and chocolate was captured, and they all jumped onto it and began slobbering on it, marking their territory.
"Ah-HEM!" said a voice from behind them.
They all looked up eagerly, drool and melted chocolate all around their mouths. "Yea?" Legolas asked, cautiously wiping his mouth. The person grinned evilly and cackled.
The hobbits and the ranger and the Elf eyed each other lustfully (a/n: ew!), and then slowly backed away from the girl. Suddenly, she stopped, and they all stood at attention, saluting her clumsily.
"I am the one that they call Daisy, Dark, Dailight." She said with a casual wave of her hand, which slapped a flying elephant and knocked it dead. "Come outside with your hands in the air." It said as it died. "And surrender the orangatang."
"Why do you have three names?" asked Aragorn, still picking his nose.
"SILENCE!" screamed D,D,D, her screech scaring the Man senseless, and causing his to jam his finger in his nostril. "I am the one asking questions." With that, she turned to the Elf.
"Who are you?" she asked sweetly.
"Call me Ishmael." He replied, licking the snot that dripped from his nose.
"Right. Who are you?" she asked, turning to the dark haired hobbit.
"I'm Frodo. I am the Hero of this story."
"You are not!" she cried. "I am the hero of the story!" "No, you're not, so shut it!" she cried, slapping herself hard on the cheek. "Why don't you to every shut up?" she asked herself, exasperated. She turned to the hobbit, who was now thoroughly creeped out. "I am sorry Frodo....wait a minute..." she gasped, her eyes going wide. "YOU"RE FRODO?!"
the hobbit nodded timidly.
"OMIGOD!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!" she cried. She rushed over and picked up the hobbit, squeezing him tight, and skipped off into the forest, the pleading cries of help from the hobbit as they got further and further away.
Sam turned to the Elf and the Ranger, who had started to play a game of scrabble.
"What do you propose we do, Master Legolas?"
At this, the Elf stood up and promptly said: "1205839065839051534986412384355158115161564jkfmighfjdkmkl;jh354618975149809 69446 HIJKLMNOP spaghetti!"
Aragorn and Sam nodded, the game disappeared, and the trio happily skipped, hand in hand, through the woods, possibly to rescue their friend, and possibly to go and find a banana to go and smell.
Author's Note:
Hehehehehehehehehe, I love my story. I think it's absolutely crazy. But then again, I am insane, which has been proved oh so many times before, but who really cares? It's boring here, but hey, go figure, it's England. Rain rain rain rain is all it knows. I miss the States! I miss Maryland, where it's nice and sunny and warm in march. Hmph.
Okay, replies to peoples:
Daisy, Dark, Dailight : Did I capture you good enough? Hmm? And yes, before you ask, you'll be back in the story. You did steal Frodo, anyway.
cookies-will-invade : yea, you two can be in the story again soon. D' ya wanna help rescue the poor 'obbit? Hmmm..
freedom summer : glad ya like. Yes, boredom, as well as anger, is a very good muse. Trust me.
childer-of-lilith : yes, the toilet will be back.
Luthien Katie : George bush? Done. D'ya like?
Is loves plurals : I put ya in! enjoyed?
Thintellumaien : I plan to do what you asked next chapter, so just hold on to your fuzzy blue oliphaunts, okay?
MagickalStar135 : hm, the twins and glory... that sounds good... and evil... it's a deal!
Thal_Greenleaf : you know, I truly don't know if founding is a word either, but Word didn't underline it, but ya never know.
Well, until next time, sniff the shoe polish!
PHE
"Awe, it's so cute!" cooed Legolas joyfully. Aragorn nodded in his agreement, even though he was eager to throw the teaspoon away. He thought it was eating way too much of their rations. "He's okay," he said half heartedly, chewing on an oversized milky way bar, chocolate and caramel smeared all over his face and tangled in his hair.
Suddenly, there was a loud, resounding POP, and two short things appeared out of nowhere. Well, actually, they came from the pop, but to Aragorn and Legolas, who were a bit sleep deprived, they came from no where.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo and Sam as they saw the two people.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Legolas and Aragorn as they saw the two Halflings.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo, as he turned and saw Sam standing next to him.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Legolas as he saw Aragorn subconsciously picking his nose.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Aragorn as his nose attempted to bite his finger off.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Sam, upon seeing his master next to him, and realizing just how dirty he was.
This went on for a couple more hours, but the author got bored of watching them and wondered off to Mordor and poked Sauron's eye, got burned, and ran home crying for her mommy to kiss it and make it all better.
Thus, the four peoples went off down the path into the twilight world, all munching on giant oversized Malteasers packets.
"AH!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Frodo, as something came out of the tree above him, and knocked his malt ball out of his fuzzy feet. You see, the hobbits were walking on their hands, and eating with their feet.
"NOOOOOOOOO! Not my precious malt ball!" he called running down the path as his candy rolled away from him. The other members of the little group eyed each other as though they were clowns from a circus, and then helped the little thing chase his candy, leaving the mysterious person or thingie to follow them.
Finally, the ball of yummy malt and chocolate was captured, and they all jumped onto it and began slobbering on it, marking their territory.
"Ah-HEM!" said a voice from behind them.
They all looked up eagerly, drool and melted chocolate all around their mouths. "Yea?" Legolas asked, cautiously wiping his mouth. The person grinned evilly and cackled.
The hobbits and the ranger and the Elf eyed each other lustfully (a/n: ew!), and then slowly backed away from the girl. Suddenly, she stopped, and they all stood at attention, saluting her clumsily.
"I am the one that they call Daisy, Dark, Dailight." She said with a casual wave of her hand, which slapped a flying elephant and knocked it dead. "Come outside with your hands in the air." It said as it died. "And surrender the orangatang."
"Why do you have three names?" asked Aragorn, still picking his nose.
"SILENCE!" screamed D,D,D, her screech scaring the Man senseless, and causing his to jam his finger in his nostril. "I am the one asking questions." With that, she turned to the Elf.
"Who are you?" she asked sweetly.
"Call me Ishmael." He replied, licking the snot that dripped from his nose.
"Right. Who are you?" she asked, turning to the dark haired hobbit.
"I'm Frodo. I am the Hero of this story."
"You are not!" she cried. "I am the hero of the story!" "No, you're not, so shut it!" she cried, slapping herself hard on the cheek. "Why don't you to every shut up?" she asked herself, exasperated. She turned to the hobbit, who was now thoroughly creeped out. "I am sorry Frodo....wait a minute..." she gasped, her eyes going wide. "YOU"RE FRODO?!"
the hobbit nodded timidly.
"OMIGOD!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!" she cried. She rushed over and picked up the hobbit, squeezing him tight, and skipped off into the forest, the pleading cries of help from the hobbit as they got further and further away.
Sam turned to the Elf and the Ranger, who had started to play a game of scrabble.
"What do you propose we do, Master Legolas?"
At this, the Elf stood up and promptly said: "1205839065839051534986412384355158115161564jkfmighfjdkmkl;jh354618975149809 69446 HIJKLMNOP spaghetti!"
Aragorn and Sam nodded, the game disappeared, and the trio happily skipped, hand in hand, through the woods, possibly to rescue their friend, and possibly to go and find a banana to go and smell.
Author's Note:
Hehehehehehehehehe, I love my story. I think it's absolutely crazy. But then again, I am insane, which has been proved oh so many times before, but who really cares? It's boring here, but hey, go figure, it's England. Rain rain rain rain is all it knows. I miss the States! I miss Maryland, where it's nice and sunny and warm in march. Hmph.
Okay, replies to peoples:
Daisy, Dark, Dailight : Did I capture you good enough? Hmm? And yes, before you ask, you'll be back in the story. You did steal Frodo, anyway.
cookies-will-invade : yea, you two can be in the story again soon. D' ya wanna help rescue the poor 'obbit? Hmmm..
freedom summer : glad ya like. Yes, boredom, as well as anger, is a very good muse. Trust me.
childer-of-lilith : yes, the toilet will be back.
Luthien Katie : George bush? Done. D'ya like?
Is loves plurals : I put ya in! enjoyed?
Thintellumaien : I plan to do what you asked next chapter, so just hold on to your fuzzy blue oliphaunts, okay?
MagickalStar135 : hm, the twins and glory... that sounds good... and evil... it's a deal!
Thal_Greenleaf : you know, I truly don't know if founding is a word either, but Word didn't underline it, but ya never know.
Well, until next time, sniff the shoe polish!
PHE