Chapter 4: Rainbow of Food
Their Fellowship of nine had successfully decreased to a number of four. Other than that, things weren't getting much better.
"It's sort of nice being by ourselves now," Merry said after there was a lull in the conversation of silence. "No more G ---, er, wizard, to boss us around and poke us with his big stick."
"Staff. It's a staff," Legolas mumbled grumpily.
No one paid any attention.
"I know exactly what you mean! Remember Bill?" No one did, but Sam went on. "Well that king guy made me set him loose." Sam glowered in remembrance.
"And that other one --- the one with the big shield and horn --- he was always looking at me like he --- well, you know..."
Frodo flushed.
Merry went on in his rant, oblivious to everyone else.
"And then there was that prancing royal elf whose main goal in life was to fix his hair." Merry was laughing when he realized that Legolas was still there. "Oh, I mean, uh, your friend whats-his-face --- yeah, him ---"
Legolas stood up stiffly. "I am growing sick and tired of you foolish Halflings! If you ---"
Merry, whom Legolas had pinned up against the wall, shouted, "Look! A blow- dryer!"
Legolas gasped as he turned to look. "Where?"
Merry took off down the hallway cackling like an evil, mischievous hobbit who had much practice doing these sorts of things.
The two of them disappeared around the corner just as a loud ringing filled the school. Students poured out of classrooms and filled the hall. Before he knew it, Frodo had lost track of Sam.
He searched desperately around him, but it was no use. And even then, people kept shoving him in every direction, shouting insults, some of which, Frodo wouldn't even name.
"Get outta the way, loser!"
"Move it ---"
"Stop blocking the way, moron ---"
By then, Frodo had begun his famous technique of escaping pressure. He squeezed his eyes shut, held his breath, and began to wish furiously he was far, far, far ---
"Umm, you dropped this," someone said.
Frodo opened his eyes slowly to see a boy about his age standing across from him with a piece of paper in his hand. It was his schedule.
"Oh, thanks..."
The boy had gone when Frodo realized he was supposed to be somewhere, and he darted after the boy.
"Wait! I need help! I'm lost!"
The boy was gone, but there were plenty of people there to turn and look at Frodo like he was a stranger from another planet.
Frodo sighed and pulled out his schedule. When he looked up, he sighed again, but in relief. Stepping into the room just across from him, he read on the board:
Today's lesson: Tolkien and his masterpiece The Lord of the Rings.
Frodo shrugged.
"No idea what that is," he murmured to himself as he slouched down in a seat.
o.o
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin had met up at lunch, getting their trays piled full of food.
Merry gasped. "Apple pie!"
Pippin sprinted over and grabbed a couple of pieces, while already stuffing his face with french fries.
When they reached the counter to pay for the food, the cafeteria lady looked at them like they were both crazy.
"You're gonna eat all that?" she asked incredulously.
Pippin looked at her confused. "Should I get more?"
She shook her head hastily before ringing up the price.
"That will be...$54.50, for this gentleman's plate."
Pippin wrinkled his nose in awe. "No way!"
"Then I suggest you put some back ---"
"No way!"
Merry whispered something in his ear.
Pippin's eyes lit up.
"No way!"
They both laughed and then shouted simultaneously, "FOOD FIGHT!"
Throwing pieces of apple pie into the crowd of eaters, Pippin was not long after, hit with a gob of jello.
Mashed potatoes would've been worse, he thought to himself, licking his nose.
They came flying at him along with some chocolate pudding only moments later.
Before he could retaliate, he looked out into the lunchroom to see food flying high in every direction. Colors were everywhere, and Pippin sighed in admiration. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before.
He and Merry darted out into the crowd, and there was a sudden lull in the fight.
Pippin gathered his own team's forces to him, while Merry took the other half.
The former hobbit stood atop a table while the others looked at him from below, their hearts weary and tired, their faces smeared with applesauce and rice.
Pippin cleared his throat before beginning:
"Students of Melrose, my fellow comrades! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of students fails...when we forsake our friends and all bonds of fellowship...but it is not this day!" He paused. "An hour of detention and melted ice cream when all hope comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day, we fight! For all that you hold dear, stand, students of Melrose High!"
There was a tremendous roar of delighted screams and applause, to which Pippin bowed.
He then turned slowly and raised his hand. When he let it drop to his side, it was a signal for the next battle to begin. The students rushed forward with screams and shouts, their courage to fight borne anew.
o.o
An hour later, however, Merry and Pippin were reliving an all too old experience of sitting in the principal's office. Though this time, they were smeared with chocolate, rice pudding, chicken wings, and hash browns.
o.o
A/N: Sorry I took so long! I really am! Our computer has been down, and I haven't been in the best of moods to write. Thanks for the reviews! I was going to do shout outs this chapter, but there's no time, so next chappie! I promise! Toodles!
Their Fellowship of nine had successfully decreased to a number of four. Other than that, things weren't getting much better.
"It's sort of nice being by ourselves now," Merry said after there was a lull in the conversation of silence. "No more G ---, er, wizard, to boss us around and poke us with his big stick."
"Staff. It's a staff," Legolas mumbled grumpily.
No one paid any attention.
"I know exactly what you mean! Remember Bill?" No one did, but Sam went on. "Well that king guy made me set him loose." Sam glowered in remembrance.
"And that other one --- the one with the big shield and horn --- he was always looking at me like he --- well, you know..."
Frodo flushed.
Merry went on in his rant, oblivious to everyone else.
"And then there was that prancing royal elf whose main goal in life was to fix his hair." Merry was laughing when he realized that Legolas was still there. "Oh, I mean, uh, your friend whats-his-face --- yeah, him ---"
Legolas stood up stiffly. "I am growing sick and tired of you foolish Halflings! If you ---"
Merry, whom Legolas had pinned up against the wall, shouted, "Look! A blow- dryer!"
Legolas gasped as he turned to look. "Where?"
Merry took off down the hallway cackling like an evil, mischievous hobbit who had much practice doing these sorts of things.
The two of them disappeared around the corner just as a loud ringing filled the school. Students poured out of classrooms and filled the hall. Before he knew it, Frodo had lost track of Sam.
He searched desperately around him, but it was no use. And even then, people kept shoving him in every direction, shouting insults, some of which, Frodo wouldn't even name.
"Get outta the way, loser!"
"Move it ---"
"Stop blocking the way, moron ---"
By then, Frodo had begun his famous technique of escaping pressure. He squeezed his eyes shut, held his breath, and began to wish furiously he was far, far, far ---
"Umm, you dropped this," someone said.
Frodo opened his eyes slowly to see a boy about his age standing across from him with a piece of paper in his hand. It was his schedule.
"Oh, thanks..."
The boy had gone when Frodo realized he was supposed to be somewhere, and he darted after the boy.
"Wait! I need help! I'm lost!"
The boy was gone, but there were plenty of people there to turn and look at Frodo like he was a stranger from another planet.
Frodo sighed and pulled out his schedule. When he looked up, he sighed again, but in relief. Stepping into the room just across from him, he read on the board:
Today's lesson: Tolkien and his masterpiece The Lord of the Rings.
Frodo shrugged.
"No idea what that is," he murmured to himself as he slouched down in a seat.
o.o
Meanwhile, Merry and Pippin had met up at lunch, getting their trays piled full of food.
Merry gasped. "Apple pie!"
Pippin sprinted over and grabbed a couple of pieces, while already stuffing his face with french fries.
When they reached the counter to pay for the food, the cafeteria lady looked at them like they were both crazy.
"You're gonna eat all that?" she asked incredulously.
Pippin looked at her confused. "Should I get more?"
She shook her head hastily before ringing up the price.
"That will be...$54.50, for this gentleman's plate."
Pippin wrinkled his nose in awe. "No way!"
"Then I suggest you put some back ---"
"No way!"
Merry whispered something in his ear.
Pippin's eyes lit up.
"No way!"
They both laughed and then shouted simultaneously, "FOOD FIGHT!"
Throwing pieces of apple pie into the crowd of eaters, Pippin was not long after, hit with a gob of jello.
Mashed potatoes would've been worse, he thought to himself, licking his nose.
They came flying at him along with some chocolate pudding only moments later.
Before he could retaliate, he looked out into the lunchroom to see food flying high in every direction. Colors were everywhere, and Pippin sighed in admiration. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before.
He and Merry darted out into the crowd, and there was a sudden lull in the fight.
Pippin gathered his own team's forces to him, while Merry took the other half.
The former hobbit stood atop a table while the others looked at him from below, their hearts weary and tired, their faces smeared with applesauce and rice.
Pippin cleared his throat before beginning:
"Students of Melrose, my fellow comrades! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of students fails...when we forsake our friends and all bonds of fellowship...but it is not this day!" He paused. "An hour of detention and melted ice cream when all hope comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day, we fight! For all that you hold dear, stand, students of Melrose High!"
There was a tremendous roar of delighted screams and applause, to which Pippin bowed.
He then turned slowly and raised his hand. When he let it drop to his side, it was a signal for the next battle to begin. The students rushed forward with screams and shouts, their courage to fight borne anew.
o.o
An hour later, however, Merry and Pippin were reliving an all too old experience of sitting in the principal's office. Though this time, they were smeared with chocolate, rice pudding, chicken wings, and hash browns.
o.o
A/N: Sorry I took so long! I really am! Our computer has been down, and I haven't been in the best of moods to write. Thanks for the reviews! I was going to do shout outs this chapter, but there's no time, so next chappie! I promise! Toodles!