Yes, what you've all been waiting for: CHAPTER 2! listens for clapping. There is silence. No one cares. Neither do I I go on talking
Yes, yes, yes. I own nothing but the babysitter and the fangirls. Blah blah blah. ON WITH THE…um…thing. You know. The biography story thingie. Yes I'll shut up, have a little patience! You people have no feeling for dramatic tension! gets picked up, shaken, slapped across the face, and put down again by huge Uruk-Hai
Uruk: What! I wanted to hear the story!
Me: shaking head a little dazedly Thanks…I needed that…clears throat and continues telling story
They had been running for HOURS now. Legolas was getting tired of being carried; he wanted to run too. He pulled the hair of the fangirl carrying him and screeched in her ear, "I WANNA RUN TOO! LET ME RUN! NO CARRY! I A BIG BOY! I CAN RUN! LET ME RUN! I WANNA RUN!"
After the fangirls gave him a snack, took him to go potty, gave him another snack, got him a drink of water, took him to go potty again, lectured him on why it's not nice to pop people's eardrums, waited through his temper tantrum, and gave him another snack, they let him run alongside them for a little while.
A VERY little while. Five minutes later, Legolas was screaming, bawling, and punching the ground because he was too tired to keep running, why were they making him run? They were the meanest babysitters ever! He was going to tell Daddy when they got back! He was going to tell on all of them, then they'd see! "Um, what will we see?" asked one of the fangirls tentatively. That started him up again.
Legolas glanced up through his tears to see if they were paying any attention to him, and he saw a new and interesting sight. The rest of the one hundred and twenty-seven fangirls were duffing up the one who had interrupted his tantrum. He laughed in delight. That was funny! And the silly lady who was getting hit was talking just like Daddy did when Elry and Ellyden threw those white, stinky blobs at him!
A few minutes later, the fangirls heard the sound of hysterical laughter. All heads turned to the princeling. As soon as he noticed they'd stopped hitting Jocelyn, he started sobbing and beating the earth with his little fists again. Jonna smiled.
"Look, Legolas," she said, and she smacked Jocelyn on the side of the head. Legolas stopped howling and smiled.
"Here, let me try!" SMACK Legolas giggled.
The rest of the (somewhat dim-witted) fangirls finally caught on and continued hitting Jocelyn. Legolas laughed until he was red in the face and tears were streaming down his face. They stopped, and decided it was time for him to have a little rest. Since Jocelyn hadn't helped at all with the above-mentioned tasks, and , really, no one liked her THAT much anyway, they decided that she was to put young Legolas down for his nap.
Two hours later, after much sobbing, screaming, tantrums, threats, more screaming, punching, kicking biting (and that was just Jocelyn's reaction to being chosen), Legolas was finally asleep.
Yes, elf children take naps and have to sleep at night. This period of needing sleep as much as mortals do wears off at about age ten or eleven. Until then, elven kids need as much (if not more) sleep than mortal children do at the same age.
As it was getting late in the afternoon, the fangirls decided to camp there for the night. They built a fire, and laid their villainous plans. Olivia went first.
"Okay, I say we send a letter back to Mirkwood, and say we have Leggy, and if they-"
" 'LEGGY'!" asked Licia in disbelief.
"Yes, 'Leggy'. He likes that pet name! Anyway, we send a letter demanding three doz-"
" 'LEGGY'! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" burst in Emily.
"SHUT UP! So, we ask for three dozen elven guys in exchange for Leg-"
"In exchange for LEGGY! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"I SAID SHUT UP, EMILY! So we say that unless we get the thirty-six elves, Thranduil doesn't get-"
"LEGGY!"
The rest of the pack decided to help Olivia out a little bit. "SHUT UP!"
Emily spent the rest of that evening bound and gagged, leaning against a tree. They also took away all of her caffeine stores, including her chocolate. After all, it has caffeine in it-that, and Olivia wanted to eat it. Emily watched in horror as her precious chocolate bar was eaten, but she got over it. 'Heh, heh. Leggy! Heh. Almost time to put my plan in motion!"
Will the fangirl's evil plan succeed? What is
Emily's plan? Will Legolas ever calm down? Who really cares? If
you do, REVIEW or I will leave you all hanging on this very
suspenseful cliffhanger!
TO BE CONTINUED!
My apologies to anyone whose name is Jocelyn, but I know someone named Jocelyn, and she is an evil jock. She is really mean and I can't hit her myself, so I had my trusty (HAHAHA) fangirl army do it for me.
