A/N: Well, here come Haldir and Legolas's interviews!! Hee, if you are an over serious Legolas fan, you will probably want to roast me, but I have the Faramir and Pippin fans on my side!! Fear me!!! Ahem. Sorry. On with the show....
Chapter Four: Can Things get Worse? Yes, Aragorn, they can.
"Alrighty, now that we have two drink mixers and a DJ, who's our next applicant?" Aragorn asks, sipping some coffee.
"We have Legolas of Mirkwood, the Prince, and a spiffing good archer by the way." Says Boromir.
"Hey, Lego!!" Says Aragorn.
"ARAGORN!!!" Legolas screams.
"What's up?"
"Nothing. Ever since I saw that ad, I knew I had to work here! I can so relate to the part about buying...."
"That corvette?"
"No. The denim mini-skirt."
"...."
"Well, shouldn't you interview me?"
"...."
"Aragorn?"
"Uh...sorry. Now, I'm gonna interview you. Position of choice?"
"I'd like to be a fry chef, but that might mess up my hair. So I think I'll be safe with a cashier." Legolas says.
Aragorn gets evil thoughts about the cashier uniform.
"Ok. Can I have your references?" Aragorn asks.
He gets some papers that say, Cashier School, Mirkwood Mall Cashier Training, and McDenethor's Licensed Cashier.
"You worked at McDenethor's?" Aragorn asks.
"Yup."
"You disgust me, Legolas Thranduilion."
"What, Aragorn in Dunedain?"
"Hey, aren't those my lines?" Asks Haldir, looking at the two fighting.
"What are you doing here?" Aragorn growls.
"I was told by your, ahem, assistant, that there was a job interview offering, and so I, ahem, came to see if I could acquire a position at this, erm, establishment." Haldir says in his signature Haldirian sneer.
"What?"
"Look, bucko, just because you're, ahem, king doesn't mean that you have the, ahem, brains to run the world." Haldir says haughtily.
"What?"
"Can I have a job here?"
"What about the other stuff?"
"I was further inquiring to your, ahem, kingliness', erm, supremacy if you were fit to run such a, ahem, lowly establishment such as a, ahem, burger joint."
"What? Look, speak in English, ok?"
"Can I have the job? Are you stupid?"
"Sure, whatever. What job?"
"Waiter."
"At a fast food joint?"
"Fully staffed. And I served the Lord and Lady of Lorien, Eru rest their souls."
"They died?"
"No, you moron, they went over the sea."
"Oh."
"Well, fine, you can have the job, and Legolas, you can have that other job, too."
"Like, OHMIGOD, THANK you ARAGORN!!!" Legolas screams.
"Thanks, you highness." Haldir says, a hint of disgust in his voice.
A/N: Next chapter soon! Next up: Eowyn and Denethor. Anything in italics, besides the restaurant names, are Haldir's sarcastic accents in his Haldirian sneer of his words. Review and Enjoy!! Free burgers hand cooked by Sam G. if you do!!
Chapter Four: Can Things get Worse? Yes, Aragorn, they can.
"Alrighty, now that we have two drink mixers and a DJ, who's our next applicant?" Aragorn asks, sipping some coffee.
"We have Legolas of Mirkwood, the Prince, and a spiffing good archer by the way." Says Boromir.
"Hey, Lego!!" Says Aragorn.
"ARAGORN!!!" Legolas screams.
"What's up?"
"Nothing. Ever since I saw that ad, I knew I had to work here! I can so relate to the part about buying...."
"That corvette?"
"No. The denim mini-skirt."
"...."
"Well, shouldn't you interview me?"
"...."
"Aragorn?"
"Uh...sorry. Now, I'm gonna interview you. Position of choice?"
"I'd like to be a fry chef, but that might mess up my hair. So I think I'll be safe with a cashier." Legolas says.
Aragorn gets evil thoughts about the cashier uniform.
"Ok. Can I have your references?" Aragorn asks.
He gets some papers that say, Cashier School, Mirkwood Mall Cashier Training, and McDenethor's Licensed Cashier.
"You worked at McDenethor's?" Aragorn asks.
"Yup."
"You disgust me, Legolas Thranduilion."
"What, Aragorn in Dunedain?"
"Hey, aren't those my lines?" Asks Haldir, looking at the two fighting.
"What are you doing here?" Aragorn growls.
"I was told by your, ahem, assistant, that there was a job interview offering, and so I, ahem, came to see if I could acquire a position at this, erm, establishment." Haldir says in his signature Haldirian sneer.
"What?"
"Look, bucko, just because you're, ahem, king doesn't mean that you have the, ahem, brains to run the world." Haldir says haughtily.
"What?"
"Can I have a job here?"
"What about the other stuff?"
"I was further inquiring to your, ahem, kingliness', erm, supremacy if you were fit to run such a, ahem, lowly establishment such as a, ahem, burger joint."
"What? Look, speak in English, ok?"
"Can I have the job? Are you stupid?"
"Sure, whatever. What job?"
"Waiter."
"At a fast food joint?"
"Fully staffed. And I served the Lord and Lady of Lorien, Eru rest their souls."
"They died?"
"No, you moron, they went over the sea."
"Oh."
"Well, fine, you can have the job, and Legolas, you can have that other job, too."
"Like, OHMIGOD, THANK you ARAGORN!!!" Legolas screams.
"Thanks, you highness." Haldir says, a hint of disgust in his voice.
A/N: Next chapter soon! Next up: Eowyn and Denethor. Anything in italics, besides the restaurant names, are Haldir's sarcastic accents in his Haldirian sneer of his words. Review and Enjoy!! Free burgers hand cooked by Sam G. if you do!!