Swearing included
Okay, so this is going to be total one shot-ness drabble in a bottle. First I shall begin by creating a title.
Ummmm… How about…
Run.
Yeah that sucks…
Let's try…
Going For a Walk?
That'll do.
Alright, so there I was, standing on top of this total kick-ass rock-pedestal thing, holding the ring out and bragging about how I'd take the ring to Mordor and throw it back into the fire chasm from whence it came. Then some other jerks that were at the meeting or whatever, come up and say they'll help me, completely ruining my moment of glory. God was I ever pissed. Shoulda thrown the ring into the river. But I didn't, those stupid bastards don't even know how much I do for them, they should be pretty goddam grateful that I'd even do this stupid quest thing in the first place. Oh well.
"Hey Frodo! Homie g!" Yelled Pippin, who apparently had taken up street talk.
"What?" He asked, coming out of his inner monologue.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked.
"I'm trying to think!"
"Why the hell would you want to do something like that? I sure as hell don't!"
"…" Frodo just stared at him blankly.
"What?" Pippin asked obnoxiously.
"Nuthin'" Frodo said quietly.
Meanwhile Sam and Merry were having a contest to see who could spit on an elf's head first.
You see, they were on one of the upper balconies in Rivendel and had noticed that the balcony below them wasn't completely sheltered by the one they were on. They had been leaning over the edge and had seen an uber pretty-boy elf and decided to have a spitting contest.
They were both having difficulty since they were short and had issues leaning over the top of the railing.
Now, don't think I've been forgetting to mention the humans and other races of the fellowship; I was just getting to that.
Aragorn was wandering through one of the little garden things with Arwen talking in both elvish and English to her. Personally I think he needs to stick to one language when he starts a conversation. Arwen got frustrated because he continually did this, said goodbye and left to go brush her hair for five hours. Aragorn then proceeded to be sad.
Currently, Legolas and Gimli were arguing over whether having a beard is good or bad. Boromir had the gull to be the referee.
"I say having a beard is better!" Gimli rasped at Legolas.
"Well I say it isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Isn-"
Boromir cut in, "I say stubble is best!"
Gimli frowned furiously at him, " Stubble is just a reject beard!"
"Stubble is what happens when you don't know how to shave!" Legolas added.
"Shut up!" Boromir shouted at them.
Legolas and Gimli decided to team up against Boromir and his crazy stubble philosophy.
Now Gandalf… He was just taking a walk. Yeah, wizards aren't that exciting.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Yeah...
I'll have to further edit this another time... I just did this because I've got nothing better to do on my lunch.