Boromir tried to signal to Aragorn who was sitting nearest to him but the
ranger seemed to be busy thinking of his faraway person.
"Shshhh....shhhsshh...." Boromir tried just as soon as Gandalf turned away.
But it was no use. Aragorn was not responding.
So Boromir took out his horn and tore tiny pieces of paper he had under his desk. He wrote tiny notes on the tiny pieces of paper and stuff them quickly inside his horn and acted innocent right at the moment Gandalf turned and looked at him. "What are you trying to do, huh?" Gandalf asked suspiciously. "Er...nothing much," Boromir replied, hiding his horn.
He then blew his horn ever so softly and the papers shot out like bullets and hit Aragorn. "Hey, cut that out!" Aragorn glared at him and Boromir pouted. He's going to fail this time and he felt like crying.
Legolas was having the time of his life. He was giggling like a mad hyena because the questions are just so easy. He managed to finish up the whole paper in time to look around and sneer at Gimli. The dwarf is struggling really hard at the questions and didn't bother to sneer back. Legolas sighed and sat back with his feet on the table. He's so confident with himself.
Frodo is counting with his cute little fingers... "One plus ten is..." he muttered because he only has ten fingers. Then he got an idea. He counted his little furry toes as well and managed to get the answer "12" because he liked his little toes especially the cutest and smallest one so he didn't want it to feel left out and counted it in as well.
Gandalf yawned as the minutes ticked by and the room is so quiet you could hear a fart a mile away. Then he heard IT. A tremendous one. And not to mention a smelly one. It sounded like a balloon had burst and the fresh flowers in the hall withered away at the horrible smell. "Now whose was that?" he asked, trying not to breathe too hard or suffocate. Legolas was going to faint. His super sensitive nose was picking up every scent particle and he's beginning to die because of the smell. "Help...!!!" he cried "It smells like mushrooms...!!!" And Merry and Pippin popped out of nowhere, giggling away. "Sorry..." said a very guilty looking Merry and they both rushed out of the Hall, still giggling.
Gandalf had to clear the room of the terrible smell and revive the sick elf. Gimli and the two men seemed unaffected by the smell and continued their exams. Frodo sat quietly counting his fingers and toes. His eyes were beginning to water because he can't get the answer for 20 plus 2. Sam, sensing his master's tears came rushing into the room and Frodo counted his pal's fingers and got the answer 22 and smiled. Gandalf had to shoo Sam out of the Hall again.
Then Gimli began to pull at his beard in his frustration and got an idea. He used the cute little fleas in his beard and counted them and managed to answer many of the questions. Boromir is still pouting and Aragorn is staring at the question papers. He decided to try to answer the questions and managed to forget to think of his faraway someone.
Then the bell rang and Gandalf collected the papers. Boromir broke down and cried like a baby. Frodo is wriggling his little fingers and toes. Legolas is jumping with glee after reviving from the fart incident. Aragorn seemed happy with his performance and Gimli is stuffing the fleas back into his beard.
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A/N: Yay, second chapter of another horrible fan fic. I'm still not caring about the flames...wahahah...I like writing nonsense and I don't care if you flame me...
So Boromir took out his horn and tore tiny pieces of paper he had under his desk. He wrote tiny notes on the tiny pieces of paper and stuff them quickly inside his horn and acted innocent right at the moment Gandalf turned and looked at him. "What are you trying to do, huh?" Gandalf asked suspiciously. "Er...nothing much," Boromir replied, hiding his horn.
He then blew his horn ever so softly and the papers shot out like bullets and hit Aragorn. "Hey, cut that out!" Aragorn glared at him and Boromir pouted. He's going to fail this time and he felt like crying.
Legolas was having the time of his life. He was giggling like a mad hyena because the questions are just so easy. He managed to finish up the whole paper in time to look around and sneer at Gimli. The dwarf is struggling really hard at the questions and didn't bother to sneer back. Legolas sighed and sat back with his feet on the table. He's so confident with himself.
Frodo is counting with his cute little fingers... "One plus ten is..." he muttered because he only has ten fingers. Then he got an idea. He counted his little furry toes as well and managed to get the answer "12" because he liked his little toes especially the cutest and smallest one so he didn't want it to feel left out and counted it in as well.
Gandalf yawned as the minutes ticked by and the room is so quiet you could hear a fart a mile away. Then he heard IT. A tremendous one. And not to mention a smelly one. It sounded like a balloon had burst and the fresh flowers in the hall withered away at the horrible smell. "Now whose was that?" he asked, trying not to breathe too hard or suffocate. Legolas was going to faint. His super sensitive nose was picking up every scent particle and he's beginning to die because of the smell. "Help...!!!" he cried "It smells like mushrooms...!!!" And Merry and Pippin popped out of nowhere, giggling away. "Sorry..." said a very guilty looking Merry and they both rushed out of the Hall, still giggling.
Gandalf had to clear the room of the terrible smell and revive the sick elf. Gimli and the two men seemed unaffected by the smell and continued their exams. Frodo sat quietly counting his fingers and toes. His eyes were beginning to water because he can't get the answer for 20 plus 2. Sam, sensing his master's tears came rushing into the room and Frodo counted his pal's fingers and got the answer 22 and smiled. Gandalf had to shoo Sam out of the Hall again.
Then Gimli began to pull at his beard in his frustration and got an idea. He used the cute little fleas in his beard and counted them and managed to answer many of the questions. Boromir is still pouting and Aragorn is staring at the question papers. He decided to try to answer the questions and managed to forget to think of his faraway someone.
Then the bell rang and Gandalf collected the papers. Boromir broke down and cried like a baby. Frodo is wriggling his little fingers and toes. Legolas is jumping with glee after reviving from the fart incident. Aragorn seemed happy with his performance and Gimli is stuffing the fleas back into his beard.
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A/N: Yay, second chapter of another horrible fan fic. I'm still not caring about the flames...wahahah...I like writing nonsense and I don't care if you flame me...