Chapter 22: Arwen and Pippin are married!

It was lunchtime now, and Boromir and Estel where in a huge debate.

"Gondor is mine." Boromir yelled.

"I'm gonna be king!" Estel screamed.

"My daddy's still ALIVE!"

"My daddy was not a stupid steward!"

"My daddy is in charge right now!"

"My daddy used to be the king!"

"I actually live in Gondor!"

"I get to spy on elves in Rivendell!"

"I have the horn of Gondor!"

"I have the evenstar!"

"I -

"I'M MARRYING THE KING OF GONDOR!" Arwen screamed, and that ended the debate over who was more of a gondorian, but then another debate started.

"I'm the king!"

"No I am!" Estel screamed.

"I am! See, Arwen you can marry me." Boromir smiled, then Arwen screamed.

"What's the matter my love?" Both Boromir and Estel asked.

"My bracelet is missing! It's white and shiny... I stole it from Legolas' ada because it was pretty, and I lost it! I want it back! It's mine and I want it back! Whoever gives it back to me can marry me!" Arwen screamed, and Boromir and Estel ran off to find the shiny white bracelet for Arwen.

Frodo had it, and wanted to give it back.

"Give it to me Frodo, I have to give it back to Arwen. Please let me have it." Estel said kindly, but before Frodo could hand it to Estel, Boromir ran in.

"No! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!" Boromir yelled, traumatizing young Frodo.

"Yoink!" Pippin ran by and grabbed it. He tried to read the elvish writing.

"Property of... Th... Thranduil. Must be Arwen's." Pippin shrugged and ran to give it to Arwen.

Some minutes later, Arwen was sitting beside Pippin. They both wore rings made of orange Play-Doh.

"You married Pippin?" Estel gasped.

"If I married you, I'd have to give up being immortal. All that Pippin wanted was some food."

Aragorn and Boromir ate lunch beside each other sadly, glaring at Pippin and his Play-Doh ring.

As sad as Estel and Boromir where, Sam was having a worse time. He thought he would be enjoying his beef jerky all by himself when... The Mordor gang came.

"Give me your beef jerky man flesh!" Ugluk yelled. Lurtz was standing behind him with a whip, Felly the fell beast held Mordor-brand rope in his mouth, witch king was steering Felly and Mini-Nazgul was holding his Casper the friendly ghost balloon.

"I'm not man-flesh! I'm a hobbit!" Sam screamed, dropping his beef jerky quickly. Lurtz took the rope from Felly, tied Sam up and left to go split the beef jerky (Mini-Nazgul of course getting the smallest piece).

Mini Nazgul wandered around a bit, looking at all of his peers. None of them had ever talked to him since they seemed scared of him. Mini was surprised, since he doubted that he was very scary at all.

Meanwhile, Glorfindel and Simon where planning for the play rehearsal which would be tomorrow.

"So I was thinking, Lord Simon, that we could dye Gimli's beard pink so it would be harder to tell that Snow White has a beard... In fact, I want to get him over here now so I can dye his beard this moment!" Glorfindel said, running away and bringing back Gimli.

"Alright Gimli, so take a seat there, I'm going to make your beard nice are pretty for the play!"

"Okay!" Gimli ran as fast as he could (which was very slow) to the chair.

"Break a leg, Glorfindel, and though I mean that for luck you probably will when you take out the dye and Gimli finds out what your doing..." Simon said, Glorfindel shrugging.

"I don't know how breaking my leg is good luck, but since I'm an elf it will heal fast so why not!" Glorfindel bashed his leg into the side of the stage and he fell onto the ground.

"It's broken! Ow... Simon, I think you'll have to dye Gimli's beard." Glorfindel said.

"Dye my beard? No!" Gimli ran away.

"Um... Help? Please?" Glorfindel looked up for help, and Simon quickly ran away, leaving the poor Balrog slayer on the ground, praying for Erestor to come and rescue him.

To be continued...

If I spelt 'evenstar' wrong, sorry... I just really don't do enough about Arwen to know how to spell it.

Rainbow fish: I will continue, so you better continue reviewing.

Gods-girl2004: You forgot to take your pills today... God would be ashamed, well, maybe he would not be ashamed; I'd have to check the bible.

LadyAlariel: Yes, that part about Estel is great. I will use that!

Ms. Unknown: Yea, I tend to write a weird chapter every so-often.

Haldir's Heart and Soul: Don't worry, Billy Bob is used to being abused by me, he's like my voodoo doll. I do whatever I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

Kathysidle: How old's your poor brother? Well, like I said to Haldir's Heart and Soul, Billy Bob is my voodoo doll...

Mesozoic Flower: I am so mean to Bella Bob - uh, I mean Billy Bob. He was named after Billy Bob the actor (from bad Santa, I'm not saying his full name though since that's not permitted here and I don't know how to spell his last name)... I think Billy bob is the coolest yet strangest name ever... Kind of like a farmer's name.

Mistopurr: Oh no not the eye. It's Arwen's fault! Or you can just blame Billy Bob; he's already in therapy (and he's also a part-time therapist himself)...

Here comes the hockey puck: I don't know much about girl guides but here in Quebec there are like, different names for different levels... I can't remember what my friend was, but I think she finished guides last year and she was 11... I don't know what a brown own is, I think I've seen them at zoos. They go 'hoot'.

Surf all day and do the hula: I care! My friend has them all black, but hers are like, chains so she can only have one colour. She's changing the colour right now as I type this, come to think of it! My dad thinks that the little plastic elastic things my doctor has looks like toys you would get from McDonalds.

Starlit Jewel: Do you mean your leader is not doing anything? Because I doubt it makes much sense to say because our leader is doing anything, but maybe I am just easily confused.

Bberry06: I love whiteout. It's so... White.