Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Pippin is not mine. :)
A/N: Sorry that this took way too long. First there was track and then there was exams and now I'm going away to camp for a week, so I didn't get much chance to write on this.Will update sooner next time.
Chapter Sixteen
If all the Raindrops
"Who needs an umbrella?" Gandalf asked. "Let's go!"
The others shrugged, and the Fellowship headed out into the rain of candy.
"If all the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops . . ." Pippin started.
"Not that song!" Gandalf shouted.
"Why not?"
"It's annoying!"
"So?"
"You don't want to annoy a Wizard," Aragorn smiled.
"Why?"
"Because they get mad, and that's not good."
"Why?"
"Because they can turn you into something."
"Why?"
"Because they're Wizards."
"Why?"
"Aaaaaaargh! I don't know! Just find something to do besides sing!"
"Okay." He went up to Gandalf. "Are we there yet?"
"No," the Wizard sighed.
"Okay." He went over to Theoden. "Are we there yet?"
"No," Theoden answered.
"Okay." He went up to Eomer. "Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Okay." He went up to Boromir. "Are we there yet?"
"No."
Gandalf sighed as Pippin continued the routine with Faramir, Radagast, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and random people of Rohan who were following them to the safety of Helm's Deep. At least it would keep him busy.
Suddenly, everyone, including the random Rohan people, burst out singing.
"If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops,
Oh, what a rain that would be!
Standing outside with my mouth open wide!
Ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah!
If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops
Oh, what a rain that would be!"
"Noooooo!" Gandalf shouted. "Stop singing!"
No one listened. "If all the snowflakes were candy bars and milkshakes . . ."
"Saruman will hear you!"
"Oh, what a snow that would be . . ."
"Stop, I tell you!"
"Standing outside with my mouth open wide . . ."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"
"Ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah . . ."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
At once, the candy stopped falling. Everyone stopped singing and looked up at the sky. "Huh," Gandalf shrugged. "Wonder what made it do that."
"Oh, that's what we were trying to do," Pippin grinned. "See, I thought maybe if we all sang loud enough at once, we might be loud enough to annoy Saruman, and he'd stop the rain, or candy."
Gandalf stared at the Hobbit. Was it possible? Had Pippin actually had an idea that had worked? That made sense? Or had he just made that up?
Pippin grinned as Boromir ruffled his hair. "But, really, are we there yet? I'm tired."
Theoden smiled. "We're almost there."
Suddenly, Legolas spotted something. "Wargs!" he shouted. "Look out!"
They all reached for their weapons, but realized they'd taken them off while they were partying in the Golden Hall.
Pippin looked confused. "What are Wargs?"
"They're huge ugly creatures!" Legolas called from the front.
"I thought trolls were huge ugly creatures!" Pippin called back.
"They are!"
"But you just said . . ."
"Wargs are smaller!"
"They're small trolls?"
"NO!"
"Then what are they?"
"Forget about it! We just need to get everyone out of here before they get here!"
"Where are they?"
"About a hundred miles that way."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, that's not a problem. We'll just go the other way."
"But the other way would take us straight to Gondor!" Aragorn objected.
"How do you figure that?" Boromir asked.
"Because it's three o' clock!"
There was an awkward silence. "What?" Boromir asked, now utterly confused.
"Simple, really," Faramir shrugged. "It's three o' clock, so the sun is in the west, so that way's west. The wargs are coming from the west, and a little north. Gondor is east and a little south. So if we go directly away from the wargs, we're going to Gondor."
"Oh. Yeah! Yippee!"
"No!" Aragorn whined. "I don't want to go to Gondor, and you can't make me."
"We have no choice!" Gandalf called. "We have to get away from these Wargs! We can get weapons and stuff in Gondor!"
"What about all these people? We were going to Helm's Deep to get them to safety!"
"We'll just have to take them with us!"
"All the way to Gondor?"
"Yeah! Let's go!"
Pippin grinned. "Okay. If all the sunbeams were lemon bars and ice cream . . ."
Kabuki773710 – Hmmm, well, looks like they didn't need an umbrella, anyway. :)
The Mushroom Commander – :) No, I'm not from Texas; I'm from Virginia, but then we moved to this weird-looking state called Michigan, so I'm nowhere near the south. :( But my cousins live in Texas, so I've picked up a little on the way they talk, I guess. Also, writing y'all is easier than writing out you all. :)
SNAITF – Yeah, no umbrella for poor little Pippin. :) Would probably be too big for him, anyway. :)
Jousting Elf with a Sabre – :) Yeah, the real reason I did that was I didn't want to go through all the trouble of looking up what it would be in Elvish. :) Plus it was funnier. :)
xWhiteXstaRx – I'm back! Hopefully I'll be able to update more often now that school's out. :) Yeah! It's out for good!
Gods-Girl 2004 – :) Yeah, I've actually used a couple of those insults on my sister. :) Not too often, though. She's all right for being only eleven months older than me. :)
Ice Ember – Well, it wouldn't have sounded the same if he'd called him an eight-legged spider. :)
Arsinole Selene – Awww, puppies are cute. And kittens are cute, too. We're going to Virginia to see my grandparents in a couple weeks, and they said they had seven kittens. Awwww. :)