A/N- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I know I'm bad!
But I've been sooo insanely busy- I usually start these things when I'm on
break and actually have FREE TIME, but then school starts again and my
freedom dies, usually along with my muse. So yeah- I haven't really done
much of anything other than school stuff: band, drama, homework, etc.
Anyway, this is shorter than all of us would probably like, but it's not my
fault, honest!!!
More as soon as I can!
I can't believe it's still Christmas Day in this thing- It's April for Pete's sake!
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"I've been meaning to ask you," Aragorn shouted to Merry as they crouched behind a bush in an attempt to hide from Legolas' fresh onslaught, "What exactly was it that you got Gandalf?" He jumped up to heave a glob of snow at the Elf's head, but instead barely missed being hit himself by a stray snowball, most likely one of Sam's. He dropped back down quickly as a perfect sphere of ice- obviously Legolas' handiwork- whistled past where his head had been moments before. Seconds later, though, to his immense satisfaction, he heard his Elf friend give an indignant cry (and an Elvish curse) as Gandalf laughed uproariously.
"What, that big box that he took to his room?" Merry heaved a snowball over the high, thick walls of Sam's fort, but scowled when he heard it scatter on his frying pan "helm."
"Yeah- GIMLI!" He and Merry quickly rolled out from behind their bush as an unbelievably large wad of snow came in from above. Rocks went flying as it broke on impact. They both dashed to the side of the house and went flat against it to avoid the frozen orb thrown by Frodo. "He seemed guiltily pleased by it."
Merry's awkward shift turned into a dive as a surprise attack from Gandalf came their way. "Well, there was a make-your-own-beer kit," He admitted.
"So?" Aragorn grunted in satisfaction as his well-aimed snowball, meant for Legolas' chest, succeeded in grazing his arm and gaining the Elf an injury; Legolas definitely wasn't the easiest target, with his natural Elvish grace. He hadn't lost a single life yet; not with the alliance he had formed with Gimli. "Pippin must have at least four of those of varying ages in the basement. Heck, I have one. Why would Gandalf care?"
Merry didn't answer, but seemed grossly interested in forming his next snowball.
"That wasn't all that was in there."
It wasn't phrased as a question, and Merry knew he couldn't fib his way out of this one. "Well, there were one or two "Play-Istari" magazines..." He lobbed another snowball over the wall of Sam's fort. THLOP. "Curses..."
"Merry, EVERYONE knows about him and his Play-Istari fetish! And I know he has no 'shrine' to it. Gimli on your left."
Merry ducked accordingly. "Thanks."
"No sweat. Now, what was in that box?" There was a temporary lull in the battle, and they leaned back against the wall, grateful for the rest.
"You know, you REALLY probably don't want to know."
Aragorn stared. "Worse than Play-Istari?"
Merry nodded, his face screwing up in distaste at the memory.
Aragorn gazed off into space thoughtfully. "You know what? You're right. I don't think I want to know after all." He glanced at Merry abruptly. "It's not porno, is it?"
Merry shook his head quickly.
"Yeah. I REALLY don't think I want to know,"
"You don't," Merry nodded. He paused. "Have you seen Pippin?"
"No. I'm worried- normally he's all over the place."
Merry nodded as he looked around. "I'm making a break for it."
"Right behind you." Aragorn watched as Merry dashed off. With an evil grin he stooped down, formed a quick sphere, and threw.
"Hey!" Merry shouted once he pulled his head from the snow. He wiped the snowball's remains from his hair.
"Sorry, Merry," Aragorn said in a rather un-apologetic way. "But it was too good of an opportunity to pass up."
Merry scowled at him as he dashed off, the alliance between him and Aragorn clearly ended. Aragorn's evil grin didn't fade, even as he ducked one of Sam's stray snowballs. He was, however, greatly bothered by the disappearance of Pippin. What he had said earlier to Merry was literal- in the years past, Pippin had been a very wild and reckless player and he ran about the yard in frenzy. There had yet to be a sign of the Hobbit now, however, and this struck Aragorn as very wrong.
Aragorn peeked around the house's corner. The alliance between Legolas and Gimli appeared to be broken now, and all the other visible players were occupied. He snuck around the back, hoping to find Pippin lurking back there, but all he saw was Merry's short form sneaking from the back to the other side, most likely to stage an ambush. Aragorn started to follow him, the vague sketchings of a plan to ambush the ambusher forming in his mind. He paused halfway on his journey there however; he had thought he had heard a noise. Nervously he slunk towards the house- just as Pippin had hoped he would.
He heard a faint stomping noise- from above him? He looked up in time to see a sizable chunk of the snow that had collected on the roof come down towards him in a solid sheet. He tried to dive out of the way, but it was far too late- he was completely engulfed in snow. When he popped his head out from the whiteness he heard Pippin mutter to himself, "that was as easy as Gandalf!"
Aragorn leaned up against the wall in shock. It was brilliant. They had been doing this for years, and never once had anyone thought of getting on the roof before. Why hadn't he? It was a simple tactical maneuver- get above the enemy. Pippin was virtually untouchable right now. The little bugger. The mystery of Pippin's location was no more for Aragorn. Aragorn grinned and sneaked again after Merry.
More as soon as I can!
I can't believe it's still Christmas Day in this thing- It's April for Pete's sake!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~
"I've been meaning to ask you," Aragorn shouted to Merry as they crouched behind a bush in an attempt to hide from Legolas' fresh onslaught, "What exactly was it that you got Gandalf?" He jumped up to heave a glob of snow at the Elf's head, but instead barely missed being hit himself by a stray snowball, most likely one of Sam's. He dropped back down quickly as a perfect sphere of ice- obviously Legolas' handiwork- whistled past where his head had been moments before. Seconds later, though, to his immense satisfaction, he heard his Elf friend give an indignant cry (and an Elvish curse) as Gandalf laughed uproariously.
"What, that big box that he took to his room?" Merry heaved a snowball over the high, thick walls of Sam's fort, but scowled when he heard it scatter on his frying pan "helm."
"Yeah- GIMLI!" He and Merry quickly rolled out from behind their bush as an unbelievably large wad of snow came in from above. Rocks went flying as it broke on impact. They both dashed to the side of the house and went flat against it to avoid the frozen orb thrown by Frodo. "He seemed guiltily pleased by it."
Merry's awkward shift turned into a dive as a surprise attack from Gandalf came their way. "Well, there was a make-your-own-beer kit," He admitted.
"So?" Aragorn grunted in satisfaction as his well-aimed snowball, meant for Legolas' chest, succeeded in grazing his arm and gaining the Elf an injury; Legolas definitely wasn't the easiest target, with his natural Elvish grace. He hadn't lost a single life yet; not with the alliance he had formed with Gimli. "Pippin must have at least four of those of varying ages in the basement. Heck, I have one. Why would Gandalf care?"
Merry didn't answer, but seemed grossly interested in forming his next snowball.
"That wasn't all that was in there."
It wasn't phrased as a question, and Merry knew he couldn't fib his way out of this one. "Well, there were one or two "Play-Istari" magazines..." He lobbed another snowball over the wall of Sam's fort. THLOP. "Curses..."
"Merry, EVERYONE knows about him and his Play-Istari fetish! And I know he has no 'shrine' to it. Gimli on your left."
Merry ducked accordingly. "Thanks."
"No sweat. Now, what was in that box?" There was a temporary lull in the battle, and they leaned back against the wall, grateful for the rest.
"You know, you REALLY probably don't want to know."
Aragorn stared. "Worse than Play-Istari?"
Merry nodded, his face screwing up in distaste at the memory.
Aragorn gazed off into space thoughtfully. "You know what? You're right. I don't think I want to know after all." He glanced at Merry abruptly. "It's not porno, is it?"
Merry shook his head quickly.
"Yeah. I REALLY don't think I want to know,"
"You don't," Merry nodded. He paused. "Have you seen Pippin?"
"No. I'm worried- normally he's all over the place."
Merry nodded as he looked around. "I'm making a break for it."
"Right behind you." Aragorn watched as Merry dashed off. With an evil grin he stooped down, formed a quick sphere, and threw.
"Hey!" Merry shouted once he pulled his head from the snow. He wiped the snowball's remains from his hair.
"Sorry, Merry," Aragorn said in a rather un-apologetic way. "But it was too good of an opportunity to pass up."
Merry scowled at him as he dashed off, the alliance between him and Aragorn clearly ended. Aragorn's evil grin didn't fade, even as he ducked one of Sam's stray snowballs. He was, however, greatly bothered by the disappearance of Pippin. What he had said earlier to Merry was literal- in the years past, Pippin had been a very wild and reckless player and he ran about the yard in frenzy. There had yet to be a sign of the Hobbit now, however, and this struck Aragorn as very wrong.
Aragorn peeked around the house's corner. The alliance between Legolas and Gimli appeared to be broken now, and all the other visible players were occupied. He snuck around the back, hoping to find Pippin lurking back there, but all he saw was Merry's short form sneaking from the back to the other side, most likely to stage an ambush. Aragorn started to follow him, the vague sketchings of a plan to ambush the ambusher forming in his mind. He paused halfway on his journey there however; he had thought he had heard a noise. Nervously he slunk towards the house- just as Pippin had hoped he would.
He heard a faint stomping noise- from above him? He looked up in time to see a sizable chunk of the snow that had collected on the roof come down towards him in a solid sheet. He tried to dive out of the way, but it was far too late- he was completely engulfed in snow. When he popped his head out from the whiteness he heard Pippin mutter to himself, "that was as easy as Gandalf!"
Aragorn leaned up against the wall in shock. It was brilliant. They had been doing this for years, and never once had anyone thought of getting on the roof before. Why hadn't he? It was a simple tactical maneuver- get above the enemy. Pippin was virtually untouchable right now. The little bugger. The mystery of Pippin's location was no more for Aragorn. Aragorn grinned and sneaked again after Merry.
