To My reviewers: THAAAANK YOOOOUUUUUU! And I tried to keep this in
character. Really, I did. Some of you say I did, some of you say I
didn't, most of you didn't care. Yay! Thanks for reading anyway! You all
get ice cream, because it's yummy, no matter HOW freaking cold it is!
Sorry this parts not as funny.
Jewel Valentine: no more cough syrup for you- I don't care HOW bad your throat hurts! Just kidding! Thanks for reviewing! (
Rachel: Thank you for making me happy! And yes, Pippin and Legolas are the best. WOOT!!!
AshNight2: yes, this is definitely a "*word I can't say because this is rated G* it" story. Glad you like it!
Emerald Griffin: Yay! I was going for cute and funny! This second chapter's not as good, but... Too bad.
Szhismine: Glad I made you laugh! This makes Jackie happy!!! (
The Lady of Light: Yup, here's more! I'm glad you liked my songs- I'm very proud of me for making them up when I was so freaking tired. Thank you for making me happy!
Jazmin 3 Firewing: Ah, well, I tried to stay in character, but I being me did what I do... Whatever that is. Glad you liked Gimli's song!
Elf-in-wonderland: That's the first time I ever tried to make LOTR songs... I'm glad you think they worked out!!!
Window Girl: More story, as ordered. I'm sorry if the hot chocolate scene doesn't live up to your expectations... I'm glad you think that I did all right with the character interaction! Cheers!
The Last Evenstar: Cool! You showed up! Yay!
Pot clover: Thanks for reading and reviewing! Merry Christmas to you, too!
Erestor: As you'll see in this chapter, Gandalf was not exactly persuaded. But it just sucks to be him, doesn't it. Thanks for enjoying my Frodo the red-nosed reindeer!
Stephanie: hehe- I sang that in church tonight when our Pastor insisted that we sing it. I got a few strange looks.
Katja: Um, yes, I've read one Bagender's story... The one where they join the scouts. Hehehe- I wish I was that brilliant, I'm glad you think I'm at least close!
N need of a pint- cool screen name, first off. Thanks for coming! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Admit it, Gandalf," Frodo said sternly, shaking snowflakes off his hair (And onto Sam, who complained loudly). "You had fun."
"Fun? FUN?" Gandalf seemed to almost grow. "My DEAR Hobbit, I most certainly did NOT have what you choose to call 'fun.'"
"Why not?" Merry asked innocently.
"What was there to like?" Gandalf turned and sullenly marched to HIS chair- 'his' meaning no one else was allowed to sit in it. A rule that was violated daily. "It was cold, not a single song went over well- oh wait! One did! The one where I was PUBLICLY RIDICULED!!!"
"Everyone loved that song, Gandalf," Pippin said cheerfully. "You're famous now!"
"Not in the way I'd like," The wizard grumbled, falling onto his chair.
"I'll have you know I, despite my preliminary misgivings, had a wonderful time!" Gimli, having shed his coat, came in and seated himself in a well-used armchair.
"Traitor," Gandalf muttered. He shifted in his seat, reached down into the cushions, and pulled out hairbrush triumphantly. "LEGOLAS! You've been in my chair again!"
"Sorry, Gandalf," The Elf said cheerfully, bringing out a gigantic mug. "Here, hot chocolate, made exactly the way you like it best." He served it to him with flourish.
Gandalf took a sip. "Mmmm! It's really good." He glared at Legolas over the rim of the mug. "You're not forgiven."
"If I recall, I'm not forgiven for the last million times, either," Legolas called back as he headed to the kitchen, not in the least bit perturbed.
"Blast!" Gimli muttered suddenly. "Did anyone else think to get firewood?"
There was a collective shaking of heads.
"It's not a problem," Legolas called, walking out with Merry and Pippin's cocoa. The Hobbits were overjoyed to see him bearing mugs the size of their heads.
"Did you put in the peppermint?" Pippin challenged as he accepted it.
"Yep."
"AND the Irish Cream?" Merry added.
"Yup. And it's even got the mini snowman marshmallows, too."
"Legolas, you're the best," Merry had the consideration to say; he'd taken into account what Pippin had not: the water was hot.
"My thung! My thung is buwned!"
Once everyone took the time to laugh at Pippin, they got back to what had been at one time the subject.
"Legolas, why exactly-" Aragorn had to wait, as the Elf had returned to the kitchen to retrieve Frodo and Sam's beverages. "Why exactly is the fact that-"
Legolas returned to the kitchen, and Aragorn had to wait until he brought out Gimli's hot chocolate.
"Legolas, why exactly is the fact that we-"
Aragorn sighed in irritation as the Elf returned to the kitchen.
"Legolas, why exactly is the fact that we have no-" Aragorn managed to get that much out as he accepted his mug and watched the Elf return to the kitchen once again.
"Aragorn, were you saying something?" Legolas asked casually as he returned to the main room, sipping a large mug of his own.
Aragorn remained wordless for a moment, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Yes!" He said at last. "Why is the fact that we have no fire wood not a problem?"
"No firewood?" Pippin asked in dismay, having recently recovered use of his burned tongue. "But- but- we ALWAYS have a fire during Christmas!"
"Like I said, it's not a problem," Legolas assured. Without even pausing to put down his mug, he dashed up the stairs, and a few moments later came back down lugging a bag large enough to accommodate an elephant rather comfortably.
"What is THAT?" Gandalf asked.
"All the fan mail I've gotten since the last Bonfire season." Legolas calmly dropped the bag (Well, ceased to pull it, as it was at least three times as tall as him and there was no way it could be lifted off the ground without a crane) by the fireplace and took a sip of his hot chocolate, having successfully not spilled a drop.
"Oh, that reminds me, I've got some too," Pippin volunteered. He hurried up the stairs and, after a brief moment, came down wrestling with a bag that wasn't as large as Legolas', but still unnaturally gigantic. He, lacking in Elvish grace, stumbled and fell down the stairs during the return trip, landed in an uncomfortable sprawl at the base, and then groaned as the following bag fell atop him.
Gandalf and Gimli stared in shock, not bothering to help Aragorn and Merry dig poor Pippin out. "You guys get that much fan mail?"
"It doesn't surprise me," Frodo said, shrugging. "I get about as much as Pippin, too."
"As do I," Aragorn agreed. "Well, a bit less than Legolas."
"I get a little less than Pippin," Sam confessed. "... Okay, maybe a lot less. What's your point?"
"I don't get half as much as Pippin," Merry said, sounding almost sulky as he pulled his dazed cousin to his feet.
"Well, you're not as brilliant, funny, or as good looking as me, are you?" Pippin asked. "OW! Paper cut." He put the damaged finger in his mouth, and Merry rolled his eyes.
Gimli and Gandalf stared, mouths agape. "I don't get any, do you?" The wizard asked, turning to his considerably shorter companion.
"I got one once," Gimli confessed, "But it was from some guy talking about sourdough bread..."
"It's okay," Aragorn assured them. "It's not really something you'd enjoy. It's mostly a bunch of pre-teen rabid Fangirls telling you over and over again how hot you look."
"The first four or five are cool," Pippin confessed, struggling diligently to coax his mug into somehow filling itself with more hot chocolate. "But when you get that many-" he waved vaguely towards the bags- "they really become a bit of a pain." He sighed and put his mug on the table, admitting defeat.
"How come I never get girls telling me I look hot?" Gimli whined.
Everyone stared at him wordlessly.
"What? WHAT?!"
The others immediately became remarkably interested in something else, leaving Gimli to sulk.
"I reckon it's too late to light that fire now," Sam said regrettably, looking at the clock.
"What? No, it's only 12:30," Merry insisted.
"12:30?" Everyone repeated instantly.
"It's CHRISTMAS!!!!!!" Legolas and the Hobbits immediately began skipping about the room, leaving Aragorn, Gandalf, and Gimli, to hide for their lives' sake.
"Oh, someone have mercy..." Gandalf muttered.
Aragorn stepped in to save them all. "You had all better get to bed before Santa comes."
The merry-makers froze, mortified.
"You're right!" Legolas screeched. "He could be here any moment!"
"To bed! To bed!" Frodo called frantically. "Sam, you get his cookies! Merry, you get his milk! Pippin, you get his Budweiser- I'll get the chips."
It was an amazingly short time later that the room was Elf and Hobbit free.
Gimli sighed. "You know, that really is pathetic."
Aragorn nodded. "Be thankful while it lasts though- they could figure it out any time now."
Gandalf snorted to show that somehow he doubted it. "Okay then. I was ready to go to bed a long time ago. Let's eat the food, stuff the gifts under the tree, and get to bed!"
Everyone nodded, and within a half hour everyone was fast asleep.
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A/N- yeah yeah, I know Elves don't sleep, but it's MY story and I can do whatever I darn well please with it! Christmas is tomorrow (literally)- I hope to write about their Christmas then!
Jewel Valentine: no more cough syrup for you- I don't care HOW bad your throat hurts! Just kidding! Thanks for reviewing! (
Rachel: Thank you for making me happy! And yes, Pippin and Legolas are the best. WOOT!!!
AshNight2: yes, this is definitely a "*word I can't say because this is rated G* it" story. Glad you like it!
Emerald Griffin: Yay! I was going for cute and funny! This second chapter's not as good, but... Too bad.
Szhismine: Glad I made you laugh! This makes Jackie happy!!! (
The Lady of Light: Yup, here's more! I'm glad you liked my songs- I'm very proud of me for making them up when I was so freaking tired. Thank you for making me happy!
Jazmin 3 Firewing: Ah, well, I tried to stay in character, but I being me did what I do... Whatever that is. Glad you liked Gimli's song!
Elf-in-wonderland: That's the first time I ever tried to make LOTR songs... I'm glad you think they worked out!!!
Window Girl: More story, as ordered. I'm sorry if the hot chocolate scene doesn't live up to your expectations... I'm glad you think that I did all right with the character interaction! Cheers!
The Last Evenstar: Cool! You showed up! Yay!
Pot clover: Thanks for reading and reviewing! Merry Christmas to you, too!
Erestor: As you'll see in this chapter, Gandalf was not exactly persuaded. But it just sucks to be him, doesn't it. Thanks for enjoying my Frodo the red-nosed reindeer!
Stephanie: hehe- I sang that in church tonight when our Pastor insisted that we sing it. I got a few strange looks.
Katja: Um, yes, I've read one Bagender's story... The one where they join the scouts. Hehehe- I wish I was that brilliant, I'm glad you think I'm at least close!
N need of a pint- cool screen name, first off. Thanks for coming! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Admit it, Gandalf," Frodo said sternly, shaking snowflakes off his hair (And onto Sam, who complained loudly). "You had fun."
"Fun? FUN?" Gandalf seemed to almost grow. "My DEAR Hobbit, I most certainly did NOT have what you choose to call 'fun.'"
"Why not?" Merry asked innocently.
"What was there to like?" Gandalf turned and sullenly marched to HIS chair- 'his' meaning no one else was allowed to sit in it. A rule that was violated daily. "It was cold, not a single song went over well- oh wait! One did! The one where I was PUBLICLY RIDICULED!!!"
"Everyone loved that song, Gandalf," Pippin said cheerfully. "You're famous now!"
"Not in the way I'd like," The wizard grumbled, falling onto his chair.
"I'll have you know I, despite my preliminary misgivings, had a wonderful time!" Gimli, having shed his coat, came in and seated himself in a well-used armchair.
"Traitor," Gandalf muttered. He shifted in his seat, reached down into the cushions, and pulled out hairbrush triumphantly. "LEGOLAS! You've been in my chair again!"
"Sorry, Gandalf," The Elf said cheerfully, bringing out a gigantic mug. "Here, hot chocolate, made exactly the way you like it best." He served it to him with flourish.
Gandalf took a sip. "Mmmm! It's really good." He glared at Legolas over the rim of the mug. "You're not forgiven."
"If I recall, I'm not forgiven for the last million times, either," Legolas called back as he headed to the kitchen, not in the least bit perturbed.
"Blast!" Gimli muttered suddenly. "Did anyone else think to get firewood?"
There was a collective shaking of heads.
"It's not a problem," Legolas called, walking out with Merry and Pippin's cocoa. The Hobbits were overjoyed to see him bearing mugs the size of their heads.
"Did you put in the peppermint?" Pippin challenged as he accepted it.
"Yep."
"AND the Irish Cream?" Merry added.
"Yup. And it's even got the mini snowman marshmallows, too."
"Legolas, you're the best," Merry had the consideration to say; he'd taken into account what Pippin had not: the water was hot.
"My thung! My thung is buwned!"
Once everyone took the time to laugh at Pippin, they got back to what had been at one time the subject.
"Legolas, why exactly-" Aragorn had to wait, as the Elf had returned to the kitchen to retrieve Frodo and Sam's beverages. "Why exactly is the fact that-"
Legolas returned to the kitchen, and Aragorn had to wait until he brought out Gimli's hot chocolate.
"Legolas, why exactly is the fact that we-"
Aragorn sighed in irritation as the Elf returned to the kitchen.
"Legolas, why exactly is the fact that we have no-" Aragorn managed to get that much out as he accepted his mug and watched the Elf return to the kitchen once again.
"Aragorn, were you saying something?" Legolas asked casually as he returned to the main room, sipping a large mug of his own.
Aragorn remained wordless for a moment, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Yes!" He said at last. "Why is the fact that we have no fire wood not a problem?"
"No firewood?" Pippin asked in dismay, having recently recovered use of his burned tongue. "But- but- we ALWAYS have a fire during Christmas!"
"Like I said, it's not a problem," Legolas assured. Without even pausing to put down his mug, he dashed up the stairs, and a few moments later came back down lugging a bag large enough to accommodate an elephant rather comfortably.
"What is THAT?" Gandalf asked.
"All the fan mail I've gotten since the last Bonfire season." Legolas calmly dropped the bag (Well, ceased to pull it, as it was at least three times as tall as him and there was no way it could be lifted off the ground without a crane) by the fireplace and took a sip of his hot chocolate, having successfully not spilled a drop.
"Oh, that reminds me, I've got some too," Pippin volunteered. He hurried up the stairs and, after a brief moment, came down wrestling with a bag that wasn't as large as Legolas', but still unnaturally gigantic. He, lacking in Elvish grace, stumbled and fell down the stairs during the return trip, landed in an uncomfortable sprawl at the base, and then groaned as the following bag fell atop him.
Gandalf and Gimli stared in shock, not bothering to help Aragorn and Merry dig poor Pippin out. "You guys get that much fan mail?"
"It doesn't surprise me," Frodo said, shrugging. "I get about as much as Pippin, too."
"As do I," Aragorn agreed. "Well, a bit less than Legolas."
"I get a little less than Pippin," Sam confessed. "... Okay, maybe a lot less. What's your point?"
"I don't get half as much as Pippin," Merry said, sounding almost sulky as he pulled his dazed cousin to his feet.
"Well, you're not as brilliant, funny, or as good looking as me, are you?" Pippin asked. "OW! Paper cut." He put the damaged finger in his mouth, and Merry rolled his eyes.
Gimli and Gandalf stared, mouths agape. "I don't get any, do you?" The wizard asked, turning to his considerably shorter companion.
"I got one once," Gimli confessed, "But it was from some guy talking about sourdough bread..."
"It's okay," Aragorn assured them. "It's not really something you'd enjoy. It's mostly a bunch of pre-teen rabid Fangirls telling you over and over again how hot you look."
"The first four or five are cool," Pippin confessed, struggling diligently to coax his mug into somehow filling itself with more hot chocolate. "But when you get that many-" he waved vaguely towards the bags- "they really become a bit of a pain." He sighed and put his mug on the table, admitting defeat.
"How come I never get girls telling me I look hot?" Gimli whined.
Everyone stared at him wordlessly.
"What? WHAT?!"
The others immediately became remarkably interested in something else, leaving Gimli to sulk.
"I reckon it's too late to light that fire now," Sam said regrettably, looking at the clock.
"What? No, it's only 12:30," Merry insisted.
"12:30?" Everyone repeated instantly.
"It's CHRISTMAS!!!!!!" Legolas and the Hobbits immediately began skipping about the room, leaving Aragorn, Gandalf, and Gimli, to hide for their lives' sake.
"Oh, someone have mercy..." Gandalf muttered.
Aragorn stepped in to save them all. "You had all better get to bed before Santa comes."
The merry-makers froze, mortified.
"You're right!" Legolas screeched. "He could be here any moment!"
"To bed! To bed!" Frodo called frantically. "Sam, you get his cookies! Merry, you get his milk! Pippin, you get his Budweiser- I'll get the chips."
It was an amazingly short time later that the room was Elf and Hobbit free.
Gimli sighed. "You know, that really is pathetic."
Aragorn nodded. "Be thankful while it lasts though- they could figure it out any time now."
Gandalf snorted to show that somehow he doubted it. "Okay then. I was ready to go to bed a long time ago. Let's eat the food, stuff the gifts under the tree, and get to bed!"
Everyone nodded, and within a half hour everyone was fast asleep.
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A/N- yeah yeah, I know Elves don't sleep, but it's MY story and I can do whatever I darn well please with it! Christmas is tomorrow (literally)- I hope to write about their Christmas then!
