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The Hot Chocolate Chugging Contest

After Gandalf came in, King Theoden turned to Grima.

"You are no longer needed as my playtime buddy. I have new playtime buddies." he said, gesturing happily to Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf.

Grima burst into tears and ran out of the hall.

Aragorn sniffed the air.

"Does anyone else smell fruitcake?" he asked.

Legolas and Gimli sniffed the air.

"Nope, but I do smell hot chocolate." replied Gimli.

Then, a slow smile crept up Gimli's face.

"Man with scary beard is scaring me." said Legolas worriedly.

"Hey Legolas! I challenge you to a hot chocolate chugging contest!" said Gimli.

"No." said Legolas.

"Whoever wins gets the others weapon." said Gimli, setting his axe down on the table.

Legolas stared at the axe.

"O.K.!"

Legolas set his bow and quiver of arrows down on the table.

"Bring out twenty mugs of steaming hot chocolate for me and...this person!" yelled Gimli.

The chef immediately brought out two trays, each with ten mugs of hot chocolate. He set them down in front of Legolas and Gimli.

"One, two, three, GO!"

Gimli began chugging down his hot chocolate.

Legolas took a sip of his and immediately spit it back out.

"HOT!" he screamed. He ran over to the fire alarm and pulled it, drinking the water as it fell down from the ceiling.

"Wahoo! I won!" cheered Gimli as everyone besides Legolas began running around screaming.

Someone flipped off the water and everything went back to normal.

Gimli plucked Legolas' bow and arrows off the table.

"Guess these are mine now." he gloated.

Legolas glared at him.

"I want a rematch!" said Legolas.

"No," said Gimli, "I won fair and square."

"But you'll probably win anyway." said Legolas.

Gimli took the bait. "Okay then."

"One, two, three, GO!"

Legolas and Gimli began furiously drinking their hot chocolate. Gimli looked up to see how far Legolas had gotten, and saw him sitting there smiling with empty hot chocolate mugs all around him.

"What the..." said Gimli.

Legolas grinned, "The hot chocolate cooled down."

Legolas grabbed the axe and his bow and arrows back from Gimli.

"Guess these are mine now." he said, mimicking Gimli.

Aragorn grabbed a mug of hot chocolate from Gimli and drank it in one gulp. He set his mug down hard on the table.

"WAITER! I WANT A REFILL!" ordered Aragorn.

Nine hours later

Aragorn lifted his head off of the table, holding an empty mug in his hand.

"Yolo." he muttered randomly.

He looked around at the empty hall.

"What the frick happened?" he muttered to himself.

He got up and walked towards the door.

"I'm at at payphone, 'cause I don't have a cellphone, somebody stole it from me..." he sang.

Then he heard a scream.

Aragorn jumped and ran towards the direction the sound came from. He drew his sword.

"Evil doer! Prepare to meet your maker! I'm Link!" he screamed.

"Aragorn? What the frick is your problem?" asked Eowyn.

Aragorn turned around.

"Eowyn? Why the frick is your bedroom the throne room?"

"Because uncle didn't have enough money to extend the castle-thing."

"Oh. So, why did you scream?" asked Aragorn, "Is there anybody I need to kill?"

"Nope, I was just having a bad dream." said Eowyn simply.

"That's stupid. See ya!" said Aragorn, walking towards the exit.

"Wait! What if I have another bad dream?" she asked.

"Then go annoy your brother, and not someone as cool as me." replied Aragorn.

"Wait a minute, what day is it?" asked Eowyn.

"It's December 24, Christmas Eve." said Aragorn, "Why?"

Eowyn clapped her hands happily.

"Yay! Want to stay up and wait for Santa Claus?" she asked.

"No, that's lame." said Aragorn.

"STAY UP WITH ME AND WAIT FOR SANTA OR I'LL KILL YOU!" screamed Eowyn.

"Alright! Fine. Take a chill pill." said Aragorn

"Yay!" squealed Eowyn. She bolted over to the Christmas tree and sat down in front of it.

Aragorn sighed. "I hope I get payed for this." he thought to himself.

He joined Eowyn in front of the tree.

"Err, what exactly do we do while waiting for Santa?" he asked.

"I don't know, I've always just sat and stared at the tree all night." she relpied.

"That's boring!" whined Aragorn. He flipped open his cellphone and started playing World Of Warcraft.

"Whatcha doing?" asked Eowyn.

"Playing World Of Warcraft." answered Aragorn.

"Can I play?"

"No."

Eowyn took a deep breath and prepared to scream.

"Okay! God." said Aragorn, handing his cellphone to Eowyn.

"Yay!" she cheered.

An hour later

"DIE! DIE!" screamed Eowyn, furiously killing creatures on her game.

Aragorn sighed and flicked an ornament.

"I'm on level 25!" said Eowyn.

"What!?" yelled Aragorn.

Then they heard a thump on the roof.

"What the hell was that?!" asked Aragorn.

Eowyn beamed, "Santa Claus!"

Aragorn laughed, "That's stupid. There's no such thing as Santa Claus."

Suddenly, Santa Claus fell down the chimney.

"HO! HO! HO!" Santa laughed.

Aragorn's jaw dropped.

"Santa!" said Eowyn, giving the old man a hug.

"Hello little girl! Here's that sword you asked for." he said, hand Eowyn a sword.

"Yeah. Arming little kids. Real smart." said Aragorn sarcastically.

"Who are you?" asked Santa.

"I'm Aragorn, swag master. And per chance do you have an elf named Legolas?"

"Oh yes. Your the one who said I wasn't real." said Santa.

"Aragorn's a non-believer! Shuuuun. Shuuuuun." said Eowyn.

"And since you don't believe in me, you won't get those cool shades you asked for." said Santa.

"What?! Please give me my shades! I'll do anything!" begged Aragorn.

"Oh okay." said Santa. He reached into his bag and pulled out a lamp shade with fire decails around the rim.

"Hey! This isn't what I asked for! I wanted shades as in sunglasses, not shades as in a lamp shade!" said Aragorn.

"Oops. Sorry kid. I'll try to get it right next year." said Santa. He waved to Eowyn and disappeared back up the chimney.

"Wasn't that amazing Aragorn?" asked Eowyn happily.

"Yeah," said Aragorn sarcastically, staring at his lamp shade, "Amazing."

Merry Christmas everybody! :)