Blue Ribbon
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Category:
+Third Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,841
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Title: Blue Ribbon
Chapter OAuthAuthor: Zhie
E-mail: Bubastis_Zagazig@msn.com
Feedback: Much too proud to ask for it, but I'll take it when given freely.
Type: Comedy, though based upon a drinking song
Archive: Sure, as long as I know where it's taking up residence.
Rating: R, only for a quick bit of time
Pairing: None, really, but if you read into a line or two, I'm sure you can come up with them on your own
Warning: I'm a silly elf. My stories get silly sometimes. Deal, or don't read them. ;)
Disclaimers: These aren't my characters, but boy, oh boy, do I ever wish they were! Of course, then I'd likely never leave my talan, and just sit around playing strip monopoly with a few of them all the time, drinking fey wine and making bad orc jokes...so, it's probably a good thing I don't own them.
Notes: This was written to cheer up Maggie, for she had a bad week. And no one should ever have a bad St. Paddy's day, so this is what came out of it.
Beta Reader: Maggie, I threw it in her lap while driving to Farm & Fleet, so she had no choice.
Chapter One
Rising to his feet and grabbing his axe from where he’d propped it against a tree, Gimli pushed his way through the men and hobbits lazily gathered in the path, enjoying a smoke and each other’s company.
“What’s the matter with him?” asked Pippin, thumbing in the direction of the disgruntled dwarf.
“Maybe he doesn’t like the singing, Pip.” Reasoned Merry, watching the dwarf stalk off. “These elves have been lamenting for days, and though I’m content to listen, it might not be soothing to Gimli.”
“That could be. He did take to snoring through my own small ballad.” Sam remembered, still a bit hurt over the matter. Merry and Pippin both patted him on the back to cheer him up, and a mug of some brew was offered to him, which he gladly accepted.
Aragorn was propped against one of the sturdy poles that held up the pavilion. “We may have disrupted his slumber with our conversation.”
“Disturbed a dwarf’s rest? Ha! He’s been most difficult to awake in the mornings.” Boromir shook his head with the slightest bit of contempt as he continued to sharpen his blades.
“Perhaps he just feels out of sorts here. Legolas is off somewhere among his kin, you and Aragorn have each other for company, and we hobbits have stuck together since the beginning of this journey.” Frodo looked over his shoulder as the dwarf passed out of sight. “He might just be feeling alone.”
The others reflected upon this before once again sharing their thoughts on recent events and the days they’d spent under the mallyrn in Lothlorien.
continued...
Chapter OAuthAuthor: Zhie
E-mail: Bubastis_Zagazig@msn.com
Feedback: Much too proud to ask for it, but I'll take it when given freely.
Type: Comedy, though based upon a drinking song
Archive: Sure, as long as I know where it's taking up residence.
Rating: R, only for a quick bit of time
Pairing: None, really, but if you read into a line or two, I'm sure you can come up with them on your own
Warning: I'm a silly elf. My stories get silly sometimes. Deal, or don't read them. ;)
Disclaimers: These aren't my characters, but boy, oh boy, do I ever wish they were! Of course, then I'd likely never leave my talan, and just sit around playing strip monopoly with a few of them all the time, drinking fey wine and making bad orc jokes...so, it's probably a good thing I don't own them.
Notes: This was written to cheer up Maggie, for she had a bad week. And no one should ever have a bad St. Paddy's day, so this is what came out of it.
Beta Reader: Maggie, I threw it in her lap while driving to Farm & Fleet, so she had no choice.
Chapter One
Rising to his feet and grabbing his axe from where he’d propped it against a tree, Gimli pushed his way through the men and hobbits lazily gathered in the path, enjoying a smoke and each other’s company.
“What’s the matter with him?” asked Pippin, thumbing in the direction of the disgruntled dwarf.
“Maybe he doesn’t like the singing, Pip.” Reasoned Merry, watching the dwarf stalk off. “These elves have been lamenting for days, and though I’m content to listen, it might not be soothing to Gimli.”
“That could be. He did take to snoring through my own small ballad.” Sam remembered, still a bit hurt over the matter. Merry and Pippin both patted him on the back to cheer him up, and a mug of some brew was offered to him, which he gladly accepted.
Aragorn was propped against one of the sturdy poles that held up the pavilion. “We may have disrupted his slumber with our conversation.”
“Disturbed a dwarf’s rest? Ha! He’s been most difficult to awake in the mornings.” Boromir shook his head with the slightest bit of contempt as he continued to sharpen his blades.
“Perhaps he just feels out of sorts here. Legolas is off somewhere among his kin, you and Aragorn have each other for company, and we hobbits have stuck together since the beginning of this journey.” Frodo looked over his shoulder as the dwarf passed out of sight. “He might just be feeling alone.”
The others reflected upon this before once again sharing their thoughts on recent events and the days they’d spent under the mallyrn in Lothlorien.
continued...