Everyone just kinda looked at Tenuvian and went back to their dancing.
"Tell me about yourself, sexy beast," said Sandra.
"What?" said Pippin.
"I said, tell me about yourself."
"What?"
"Tell me about yourself!"
"What?"
"TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!"
At this, everyone looked at them.
"I don't quite understand you," said Pippin, smiling vaguely.
"Rrgh!" said Sandra. "Come, Patricia, we're leaving!"
And she stormed off, dragging Patricia behind her.
"What was that for?" asked Merry, looking at Pippin concernedly.
"I don't like being called a sexy beast," said Pippin simply, and Merry shook his head. "Pippin, it's a compliment!"
Pippin looked confused. "Really? Because I thought..."
"Yes really!" said Merry. "It's alright, I've got you to dance with."
Pippin laughed and threw his arms around Merry's neck.
"Merry," said Pippin through giggles, "You know how gay this probably looks?"
Merry laughed too. "You're right," he said, letting go of Pippin. He broke into a fit of laughter along with Pippin.
They had a good time for a couple of hours, drinking rum... playing bagpipes...
Until Elrond came. Dun dun dun...
Everything and everyone grew quiet when he came into sight. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a serious expression.
"We must destroy the virus," he said.
Everyone looked around, confused.
"The hobbits. They are the virus."
Everyone brought out torches.
"Merry," said Pippin.
"Yes?"
"I think we should run."
"Good idea."
And they ran, the mob chasing after them.
They heard Gimli shouting, "You'll be sorry you ever glued my axe to my boxers, Peregrin Took!" and Eomer shouting, "Down with the silly string!"
They kept running.
"HOBBITS ARE A VIRUS WE MUST KILL THEM!!!"
"I thought this was supposed to be a party!" Pippin exclaimed, panting.
"Well, plans change," said Merry, glancing behind him. "One minute we're having a good time, next Elrond and his legion of torch-carrying delinquents are chasing us."
"That just about describes it," said Pippin, slowing down. "Merry I can't r-run anymore..."
Just then a large hairy something crashes through the trees and into Merry. They fall over.
"Hey," said Pippin, "What dyou think you're... Cousin It?!" his eyes lightened up with glee. "I haven't seen you for ages, there's so much i've got to tell you..."
"Get it off me!" came Merry's muffled yell.
"Oh, yes, right... well, Cousin It, would you kindly get off Merry and... ah, there we are, good, very good, Merry are you okay?"
Merry brushed dirt off his coat with a scowl just before the mob caught up with them.
Angry elves, humans, and dwarves surrounded them. And all they could do was stand there, paralyzed with fear.
chapter 17 almost done :)
i'm still waiting to hear if i won the story contest or not
"Tell me about yourself, sexy beast," said Sandra.
"What?" said Pippin.
"I said, tell me about yourself."
"What?"
"Tell me about yourself!"
"What?"
"TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!"
At this, everyone looked at them.
"I don't quite understand you," said Pippin, smiling vaguely.
"Rrgh!" said Sandra. "Come, Patricia, we're leaving!"
And she stormed off, dragging Patricia behind her.
"What was that for?" asked Merry, looking at Pippin concernedly.
"I don't like being called a sexy beast," said Pippin simply, and Merry shook his head. "Pippin, it's a compliment!"
Pippin looked confused. "Really? Because I thought..."
"Yes really!" said Merry. "It's alright, I've got you to dance with."
Pippin laughed and threw his arms around Merry's neck.
"Merry," said Pippin through giggles, "You know how gay this probably looks?"
Merry laughed too. "You're right," he said, letting go of Pippin. He broke into a fit of laughter along with Pippin.
They had a good time for a couple of hours, drinking rum... playing bagpipes...
Until Elrond came. Dun dun dun...
Everything and everyone grew quiet when he came into sight. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a serious expression.
"We must destroy the virus," he said.
Everyone looked around, confused.
"The hobbits. They are the virus."
Everyone brought out torches.
"Merry," said Pippin.
"Yes?"
"I think we should run."
"Good idea."
And they ran, the mob chasing after them.
They heard Gimli shouting, "You'll be sorry you ever glued my axe to my boxers, Peregrin Took!" and Eomer shouting, "Down with the silly string!"
They kept running.
"HOBBITS ARE A VIRUS WE MUST KILL THEM!!!"
"I thought this was supposed to be a party!" Pippin exclaimed, panting.
"Well, plans change," said Merry, glancing behind him. "One minute we're having a good time, next Elrond and his legion of torch-carrying delinquents are chasing us."
"That just about describes it," said Pippin, slowing down. "Merry I can't r-run anymore..."
Just then a large hairy something crashes through the trees and into Merry. They fall over.
"Hey," said Pippin, "What dyou think you're... Cousin It?!" his eyes lightened up with glee. "I haven't seen you for ages, there's so much i've got to tell you..."
"Get it off me!" came Merry's muffled yell.
"Oh, yes, right... well, Cousin It, would you kindly get off Merry and... ah, there we are, good, very good, Merry are you okay?"
Merry brushed dirt off his coat with a scowl just before the mob caught up with them.
Angry elves, humans, and dwarves surrounded them. And all they could do was stand there, paralyzed with fear.
chapter 17 almost done :)
i'm still waiting to hear if i won the story contest or not