A/N: NO WAY! I'm updating. Freak-ay! Whoa. Anyway, yeah. Before you all kill me for being one hell of a lazy person…I will not make excuses. Just beg your forgiveness.
Chapter Eight: We've Got Operators Just WAITING for the Phone to Ring…
The men (and Elf) have just finished filming their commercial. By now, they're just sitting around waiting for the phone hanging on Aragorn's wall to ring. And ring, and ring!
"Soooooo…what should we do while we wait?" Faramir asks.
"Lord of the Rings Monopoly, anyone?" Boromir asks.
"NOOOOOO!" Faramir, Aragorn, and Legolas groan.
"Ok, ok, fine."
15 minutes later…
"Got any 4s, Boromir?"
"Go fish."
"Damn."
30 minutes later…
"Got any Queens, Aragorn?"
"Damn."
"Hahaha! I WIN!" Legolas screams, dancing around the room.
45 minutes later…
"THAT NEVER HAPPENED IN THE BOOK!"
"What, Legolas?"
"Eeew! EW EW EW! He, like, HUGGED ME! Am I really that ugly?"
An Hour later…
"Who's up for movie 3?"
"Ugh. My ass is sore."
"Shut up, Boromir."
"Just because you died in movie one doesn't mean you have to ruin the experience for everyone else."
75 minutes later…
"Why the hell are people reading what happens to use every 15 freakin' minutes?"
"Good question, Boromir."
"Yeah…" Faramir shakes his fist at the ceiling.
"I believe it's called 'artistic license'."
"Yeah? Well I believe FUCK IT!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"WHAT?"
"THE PHONE RANG!"
The men (and elf) stare at the phone.
"Who wants to pick it up?"
RING!
"Not me! Boromir, you pick up!"
RIING!
"NO! You pick it up, Faramir!"
RIIING!
"No way! Get Legolas to pick up!"
RIIIING!
"Nu uh! Aragorn should pick up, it's his freakin' business!"
RIIIIING!
"NO WAY!"
RIIIIIING!
"What if we use speaker phone?"
RIIIIIIING!
"An excellent idea!"
RIIIIIIIING!
"HIT THE DAMN SPEAKER PHONE BUTTEN ALREADY!"
RIIIIIIIIING!
"FOR VALAR'S SAKE, ARAGORN!" Arwen yells down the stairs.
RIIIIIIIIIING!
"What?" Aragorn asks.
RIIIIIIIIIIING!
"PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE!" Everyone except Aragorn yells.
"FINE, FINE!"
Aragorn grabs the phone. "Hello?"
"Yeah, is this Orc Busters?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"Well, I got a question."
"Go 'head."
"Is your refrigerator running?"
"Umm…HEY, ARWEN, is the FRIDGE RUNNING?"
"Yeah." Arwen responds.
"Yes, yes it is."
"WELL YOU'D BETTER GO CATCH IT, LOSER!"
The other person hangs up.
"How rude! I'll have their head for that!"
"What, Aragorn?"
"Prank call."
"Ah haha…" Legolas chuckles, holding a cell phone in a pink case.
"Was that…you?"
"No, no, not at all!" Legolas says.
"Gimme the phone."
"NO!"
Aragorn and Legolas wind up fighting over the phone. It turns out that Legolas didn't call and now he has a lovely black eye. Aragorn has some nail marks in his skin.
"Damn, Legolas, cut those nails!"
"NO! I just got them French Manicured!"
Awkward silence.
"Umm."
"Yeah, Umm! Only girls get freakin' French Manicures!" Boromir points out.
"IRRELEVANT!"
Everyone stares at each other for a minute.
Then the phone rings again.
"Hello, this is Orc Busters, how can we help you?" Legolas asks.
"Umm, we got an orc problem." A female voice says.
"Oh, really?" Legolas's eyebrow shoots up.
"Yeah, really. We saw your commercial on TV."
"Oh, did you?"
"Yes. Can we get the dude in leather to come help out with the orc problem?"
Legolas's eyebrow is shooting off his head and bouncing around the room.
"Is Legolas's eyebrow…flying?" Aragorn mutters, ducking to dodge the flying eyebrow.
"Ok, we'll show up around 7:30, then, tomorrow morning to help out."
"7:30?" Faramir whines.
"See you tomorrow!" Legolas chirps, hanging up.
"7:30?" Faramir whines again.
"Yes."
"NOOO! I don't wanna go!"
A/N: I have no clue. Oh, well, leave that review! That magic review! Bye, now!