Conversations
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: Augh! This happened at my 13th b-day party. Manda, Anna, and Trisher spent the night. Well, I had really chapped lips, and I was so totaly liked addicted to my chapstick, and my lips get really bad, then crack and bleed. Okay?
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They had just entered the Redhorn Pass, and something was bothering Legolas. His lips were chapped. It's true, Elfs can't get sick, but they can get chapped lips. And Legolas had them.
He had been wetting his lips, trying to get the sting to go away, but it hadn't worked.
He reached into a pocket for some balm for chapped lips.
It wasn't there.
Legolas put his hand back in his pocket.
It wasn't there.
Where was it?
He checked the rest of his pockets.
It wasn't there.
"Aragorn!" said Legolas, running up to his friend. "Did I give you my lip balm?"
Aragorn shook his head. "Why?"
"I can't fine mine!"
"Oh well."
Legolas looked around, who else could have given it to?
"Boromir..."
After asking every member of the Fellowship, Legolas was going nuts.
"My lips!" he said "They're going to crack, and then bleed, then I won't be able to talk!"
Everyone just rolled their eyes. They thought he was going nuts.
Legolas began rummaging through all the baggage.
Poor Bill, he was being so patient, walking along, while Legolas walked along side him, occaisonaly running into Bill when he was looking through a bag.
"Uh, Legolas?"
"What Sam? Did you find lip balm!"
"No, I was just going to say that your running into poor Bill, and you're not going to fund your lipbalm inside my cooking pot."
"Oh." and Legolas put the cooking pot down, and continued to dig.
Now, it had almost been fifteen minutes since Legolas had noticed his lip balm missing, and he was getting extremely frustrated. Then he heard something.
"Found it!"
Legolas spun around.
There was Gimli, holding up the little tube of lip balm.
Legolas grabbed it, and applied it.
"Thank you, where'd you find it?" Legolas was about to give Gimli a hug.
"Fell out of your pocket."
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Gar. Don't you hate it when someone gets the best of you?