Hello fellow readers! I'm glad you've decided to read some more of my pointless little story! Well, I won't blab for long, but I will tell you this: I now accept anonymous reviews. So for all of you out there that don't have an account or are too lazy to login- please review anyway! You'll make me happy. So yeah, hope you like this chapter! And I'll try to update my other stories soon, too. But soccer season is starting, I've got reports to do, and yada yada yada... Oops, I've been blabbing for quite some time now, and I'll bet you're ready for chapter three, aren't you? Well, here it is!
Chapter 3- Flying Lunches
Meanwhile in the cafeteria...
"Sweet! You punched Eomer?" Gimli asked Legolas with excitement. Legolas nodded proudly.
"Yeah, but that really hurt my hand. Eomer's got a hard head," Legolas said, ignoring Gimli's laugh at this comment.
"Why did you punch him?" asked Gimli.
"Because I felt like it."
"Come on Leggy, tell me!" pleaded Gimli.
"Don't call me 'Leggy' unless you want to end up looking like Eomer," threatened the elf, making a fist.
"Okay fine, Legolas, why did you punch him?"
"He said I looked like a girl," pouted Legolas.
"Harsh."
"Can you believe that?" asked Legolas, who was now brushing his beautiful Elven hair. Gimli suddenly felt the need to say "yes", but decided against it.
The two friends sat down at their favorite lunch table: the one sitting beside the window, giving a beautiful view of the Plains of Rohan. (The school moved around alot according to what the seasons were; in the spring, the school was at the Shire, in summer- Rohan, fall- Rivendell, and winter- Gondor. Middle-earth Academy was a year-round school, so the students only got breaks on the holidays. And because the students spent so much time at school, the teachers wanted them to have nice scenery to enjoy. Anway, let's get back to the main part of the story, shall we?)
The two sat down at the table and began opening their lunch boxes. Legolas' lunch box was a forest green color with a picture of himself on it (many girls at Middle-earth Academy had the same lunch box), and Gimli's was just plain red.
"What do you have for lunch?" asked Legolas.
"Well, let's see," said Gimli as he pulled everything out. "Salted pork- ripe meat off the bone! And some bread, a roast, and chicken, and..." Gimli's rambling on seemed to take forever to Legolas, and he soon lost interest until he heard Gimli's last item. "...and malt beer!"
"You know you're not allowed to have that stuff here at school," said Legolas.
"Too bad!" said Gimli, clutching his precious beverage close to him. Legolas sighed and unzipped his lunch box.
"What do you have for lunch today?" asked Gimli, still clutching his malt beer.
"I have a healthy and balanced meal of a bite of lembas bread and some apple juice," answered Legolas proudly, as he smiled at his healthy meal. He began nibbling at his piece of lembas bread and sipping on his apple juice while Gimli stuffed his face.
After swallowing a rather large bite of salted pork, Gimli asked, "Where's Aragorn?"
"Long story," said Legolas in reply. While Legolas sat watching Gimli devour the rest of his meal, Aragorn and Eomer entered the lunch room. Aragorn spotted Legolas and decided to sit with Eomer at a different table.
Eomer sat down and held the bits of athelas up to his face to stop the swelling. He saw Legolas from a distance and tried to cover his face with the plant, but it was too late; the elf had seen him.
"I'll be right back," said Legolas to Gimli as he stood up. Eowyn was still looking for Legolas so she could ask him what had happened earlier that day concerning her, and when Legolas stood up she knew he couldn't escape from her. Eowyn stopped Legolas right before he got to Eomer.
"Move Eowyn, this is between me and your brother," said Legolas, trying to get around Eowyn.
"Eomer's her brother?" asked Aragorn, scooting away from Eomer. "I would be related to him? Forget it!" Poor Eomer looked confused and offended.
"What?" asked Eowyn. "Legolas, you tell me what's going on right now!"
"Umm, uh," stammered Legolas, "well..."
"You tell me what's going on right now Legolas, or I'll... I'll..." Eowyn looked around for something to threaten Legolas with. She started to grab a knife, but then realized that she might get kicked out of school for attacking Legolas with a sharp, pointy object.
Instead, she grabbed a spoon from Sam Gamgee, dipped the spoon in his food, and then threatened Legolas. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll fling this spoon-full of mashed potatoes at you!"
"No! Not my taters!" yelled Sam in horror.
"No! Not my face," yelled Legolas, "anything but my face! Here fling it at Aragorn," said Legolas as he went and stood next to Aragorn and guestured for Eowyn to fling the food at the man. Aragorn rolled his eyes.
Eowyn's fingers accidentally slipped and the potatoes hit Legolas in the face.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Legolas screamed.
"My taters," sniffed Sam. "Waaaaaah!"
"It's alright Sam," said Frodo, trying to comfort his gardener.
"Oops," said Eowyn. She gave a nervous chuckle and hid the spoon behind her back.
Outraged, Legolas ran over to Gimli, grabbed his malt beer, ran back, and attempted to dump the beer on Eowyn's head. But in his Elven fury, Legolas missed when Eowyn moved out of the way, and hit Eomer instead.
"FOOD FIGHT!" yelled Gimli. The whole lunchroom joined in on the fun.
Aragorn realized that Legolas was going crazy chasing Eowyn around the cafeteria so he could get revenge. "I've got to save Eowyn," said Aragorn. He struggled frantically to reach Legolas through the battlefield of flying foods, but it was done in vain. Just as Aragorn was about to grab the mad elf to stop him from his rampage, Aragorn was hit in the head with an apple thown by Pippin.
Lying on the floor with a lump forming on his head, Aragorn lost conciousness.
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