A/N: More of some Galadriel butt kissing and Boromir and Eowyn's disaster date! I'll give you pretzels if you review.
Chapter Seven: The Disaster Date and the Suck-up Date
Boromir is driving home in his Chevy Convertible, looking frightening covered in marinara sauce.
"I swear; women are trouble!" He says, driving with tremendous speed.
He skids into the parking lot. He jumps out of the car and stomps into the building, where Singles-R-Us is having their first meeting, in the lobby.
"What happened to you?" Faramir asks.
"Your old girlfriend." Boromir replies.
"Are you two over?" Denethor asks.
"I think so."
"Good. Join our single's club." Pip says, handing him a brochure.
"Fine." Boromir sits down, getting marinara sauce over the chair.
"Ok. So, now we just have to make video interviews of ourselves, come up with usernames for our fully functional website, and advertise." Pip says.
"Here's our application." Merry says, handing out an application.
Are you a single? Looking for a partner for life? Join Singles-R-Us, a local singles club run by Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck. Web site includes chat room, forum, and columns written by other singles. Our club offers exciting outings for members only! Our computer and experienced staff will pair you with someone totally compatible! All it takes is a brief video interview, a quick subscription to our website and email newsletter, and BAM! You become a part of our community!
"Wow. Who wrote this?" Sam asks.
"Pippin did." Merry says.
"Oh...my...god."
"Pippin?"
"That's unbelievable!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Well, believe it, people!" Pippin says happily.
"Ok. First on the agenda is to have everyone fill out this form." Merry says, as more paper is handed out.
Name:
Age:
Species:
Hobbies:
Interests:
Languages Spoken:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Screenname for Website:
The members-to-be fill out the forms in pen and the scratching sound of pen on paper is heard.
"Done, everyone?" Merry asks, as nods of consent are given. Merry goes around and collects the paper. "The first of the video interviews will commence tomorrow."
Everyone leaves.
Meanwhile, where Haldir and Galadriel are....
"This was wonderful, Haldir!" Galadriel says.
"I know. Shall we go to your place or mine?"
"Uh, can you just drop me at my house? I feel sick..." Galadriel moans.
"Sure thing, dear." Haldir says.
The two pile into Haldir's Jeep Cherokee and drive to Galadriel's house, which is actually the apartment complex.
"Thank you for the good evening. I do believe I ate too much." Galadriel says.
"I think so too."
"You think I ate too much?" Galadriel asks, shocked.
"No! I think that I ate too much!" Haldir says
"Ok."
The two pull up to the apartment complex, and the sentence, "your place or mine?" becomes pointless.
"Well, should I just walk you to your room?" Haldir asks, then remembers that they are living together.
"Ok." Galadriel says.
The two arrive at their rooms and go inside.
"I don't feel so good!" Galadriel moans and rushes into the bathroom.
Galadriel, in the bathroom, gets very sick and barfs over the floor.
"Dear, are you alright?"
"It was the stupid Grecian chicken!" Galadriel screams, as round two come up all over the bathtub.
"I think I'm gonna be sick, too!" Haldir yells and runs out of his room and into the next open door: Aragorn and Arwen
"Dear, you seemed stressed. Want a massage?" Arwen asks.
"Sure." Aragorn says, lying down on his bed.
"Now relax and relax your muscles." Arwen commands, rubbing his back.
Loud footsteps are heard, and Aragorn opens his eyes briefly to see Haldir run in.
"What the..."
Haldir rushed into the bathroom and let all the Kung Pao Pork loose in the sink.
"What the bloody hell did you do?" Aragorn yells, seeing some pink chunks in the sink.
"I don't feel so good..."
"Well, duh, Haldir." Arwen says, looking slightly green.
"Sorry. I'm sure Sam would love to clean this up. I have to go get a Pepto- Bismol or something." Haldir says, running out of their apartment and back into his own.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Check back soon! You, too, can join the Singles-R-Us club! Just fill out the application and put in a screenname for the website for Singles-R-Us. Anything, just nothing sick, nasty, or like that.
Chapter Seven: The Disaster Date and the Suck-up Date
Boromir is driving home in his Chevy Convertible, looking frightening covered in marinara sauce.
"I swear; women are trouble!" He says, driving with tremendous speed.
He skids into the parking lot. He jumps out of the car and stomps into the building, where Singles-R-Us is having their first meeting, in the lobby.
"What happened to you?" Faramir asks.
"Your old girlfriend." Boromir replies.
"Are you two over?" Denethor asks.
"I think so."
"Good. Join our single's club." Pip says, handing him a brochure.
"Fine." Boromir sits down, getting marinara sauce over the chair.
"Ok. So, now we just have to make video interviews of ourselves, come up with usernames for our fully functional website, and advertise." Pip says.
"Here's our application." Merry says, handing out an application.
Are you a single? Looking for a partner for life? Join Singles-R-Us, a local singles club run by Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck. Web site includes chat room, forum, and columns written by other singles. Our club offers exciting outings for members only! Our computer and experienced staff will pair you with someone totally compatible! All it takes is a brief video interview, a quick subscription to our website and email newsletter, and BAM! You become a part of our community!
"Wow. Who wrote this?" Sam asks.
"Pippin did." Merry says.
"Oh...my...god."
"Pippin?"
"That's unbelievable!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Well, believe it, people!" Pippin says happily.
"Ok. First on the agenda is to have everyone fill out this form." Merry says, as more paper is handed out.
Name:
Age:
Species:
Hobbies:
Interests:
Languages Spoken:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Screenname for Website:
The members-to-be fill out the forms in pen and the scratching sound of pen on paper is heard.
"Done, everyone?" Merry asks, as nods of consent are given. Merry goes around and collects the paper. "The first of the video interviews will commence tomorrow."
Everyone leaves.
Meanwhile, where Haldir and Galadriel are....
"This was wonderful, Haldir!" Galadriel says.
"I know. Shall we go to your place or mine?"
"Uh, can you just drop me at my house? I feel sick..." Galadriel moans.
"Sure thing, dear." Haldir says.
The two pile into Haldir's Jeep Cherokee and drive to Galadriel's house, which is actually the apartment complex.
"Thank you for the good evening. I do believe I ate too much." Galadriel says.
"I think so too."
"You think I ate too much?" Galadriel asks, shocked.
"No! I think that I ate too much!" Haldir says
"Ok."
The two pull up to the apartment complex, and the sentence, "your place or mine?" becomes pointless.
"Well, should I just walk you to your room?" Haldir asks, then remembers that they are living together.
"Ok." Galadriel says.
The two arrive at their rooms and go inside.
"I don't feel so good!" Galadriel moans and rushes into the bathroom.
Galadriel, in the bathroom, gets very sick and barfs over the floor.
"Dear, are you alright?"
"It was the stupid Grecian chicken!" Galadriel screams, as round two come up all over the bathtub.
"I think I'm gonna be sick, too!" Haldir yells and runs out of his room and into the next open door: Aragorn and Arwen
"Dear, you seemed stressed. Want a massage?" Arwen asks.
"Sure." Aragorn says, lying down on his bed.
"Now relax and relax your muscles." Arwen commands, rubbing his back.
Loud footsteps are heard, and Aragorn opens his eyes briefly to see Haldir run in.
"What the..."
Haldir rushed into the bathroom and let all the Kung Pao Pork loose in the sink.
"What the bloody hell did you do?" Aragorn yells, seeing some pink chunks in the sink.
"I don't feel so good..."
"Well, duh, Haldir." Arwen says, looking slightly green.
"Sorry. I'm sure Sam would love to clean this up. I have to go get a Pepto- Bismol or something." Haldir says, running out of their apartment and back into his own.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Check back soon! You, too, can join the Singles-R-Us club! Just fill out the application and put in a screenname for the website for Singles-R-Us. Anything, just nothing sick, nasty, or like that.