Arwen, Elven Princes
October 2nd,2002, 10:28 PM
OK, I can do this. Right? Well, here goes nothing. I like to say that this one might not be the best, so I'll attach another smaller and funnier one onto it. I really hope you all enjoy my first fanfic.
Packing and leaving.
In Rivendell. Just before leaving.
*Fellowship packing.*
Pippin: “Gandalf, how many extra cloths am I going to need?”
Gandalf: “I would only take MABYE one. I’m not taking any.”
Pippin: “OK. I’ll just take extra accessories such as socks and things like that.” *Skips away singing “Let’s get together.”*
*Leaves. Closes door.*
*5 minutes later.*
Gandalf: “What am I doing? He shouldn’t take ANY extra other stuff. PIPPIN!!!!!”
Pippin: “Coming Gandalf.!!* Comes running towards door. Glances at Elrond over shoulder. Slams into door bruises forehead.*
Pippin: “OW!”
Elrond: “Are you alright?”
Pippin: “Yeah. I’m fine.”
*Elrond leaves.*
*Pippin goes into Gandalfs room.*
Gandalf: “Pippin, you don’t need ANY extra clothing. Alright?”
Pippin: “OK.”
Gandalf: “You OK?”
Pippin: “I’m ok, I’m fine.”
*Pippin leaves room.*
Pippin: *Moans as collapses on floor unconscious.*
*Maid walks past Pippin of floor. Glances down, screams bloody murder.*
*Elrond, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, the 5 hobbits, Arwen and Aragorn run to scene sword and bow drawn. Gandalf comes out of room and trips over Pippin. Jumps up.*
Gandalf: “Oh my Goodness!!!! What happened!”
Elrond: “Don’t know. But he’s only unconscious so it probably isn’t anything major. Come on. Help me get him into the bedroom.”
*Pippin comes conscious on bed with Frodo, Aragorn and Gandalf looking down at him.*
Gandalf: “Are you OK!?”
Pippin: “Yeah I’m fine.”
Aragorn: “What happened?”
Pippin: “Oh I just ran into the door, that’s all.”
Aragorn: “I can tell, you have bruise on your forehead the size of a door knob.”
Frodo: “That’s probably what he ran into, considering how short he is. But that’s normal.”
Gandalf: “What you mean, “That’s normal?”
Frodo: “Oh Pippin’s always running into doors and trees and usually has a bruise on his face. It’s a miracle he didn’t have one when we left the Shire.”
Pippin: *Jumps off bed.* “Well, I have to go. Arwen promised to play pool with me this afternoon and I have to finish my packing before we play.”
*That afternoon.*
Arwen: “Pippin, do you want to play pool now?”
Pippin: “Sure. But let’s ask the others if they want to play too.”
*Down in basement.*
Pippin: “Ok, who wants to play?”
*Boromir and Aragorn answer yes.*
Pippin: “In that case, let’s play on teams. I’ll be with Boromir.”
Aragorn: “Then that leaves me and Arwen together.”
Arwen: “Alright. And if you want there are drinks in the cooler over there, and, of course, chairs for the audience. Alright, let’s start the game.”
*Pippin shoots first. Pocket,*
Merry: “Good shot Pip.”
*Aragorn shoots barley bothering to aim.*
Aragorn: “Ha, that 2 in the same hole. Hold my drink, will you Legolas.”
*Boromir shoots. Pocket.*
Boromir: “One.”
*Arwen casually hits ball without aiming. Pocket*
Pippin: *shoots, Pocket.*
Aragorn: *Shoots, foul.* “Blast it!”
Boromir: “Thank you, Mr. Strider.” *Shoots. *
Aragorn: “Scratch!”
Boromir: “Blast!”
Arwen: *Sets glass of carbonated water on pool table. Shoots, pocket.*
Pippin: “That is a good shot. Oh well, my turn.” *pocket.*
Legolas: “Aragorn, do you want your root beer back? My hand is getting cold.”
Aragorn: “Not now Blondie. I’m busy.” * shoots, misses.* “Blast it!”
Legolas: “Aragorn, my hand is freezing.”
Aragorn: “Alright, if it will make you shut up I’ll take it.”
Boromir: “Folks, this is the last shot, so pay attention!” *Shoots, misses.* “What!?”
Arwen: *Shift positions, moves glass along with her, takes a sip, planning strategy.*
Pippin: “Oo, the deciding shot. A hush falls over the audience, drum roll!
*Merry makes drum roll sounds.*
Arwen: *Shots, pocket. Takes last sip of carbonated water.* “We win.”
*Cheers.*
Frodo: “Oh cool you have a ping-pong table. Could we play with it? Please, please, please?
Legolas: “Oh sure, I love to play ping-pong.”
*Frodo serves ball. Legolas hits it back, and they do that for about ten minutes while talking to the others.”
Frodo: “So Elrond was a professional pool player?”
Arwen: “Mhmm. He taught me how to play.”
Boromir: “Who did he play against?”
Arwen: “Grandma, whenever she was around.”
Legolas: “Who’s your grandmother Arwen?”
Arwen: “Galadriel. Frodo, your never going to beat him if you don’t hit that ball harder.”
Frodo: *Hits ball across room.*
Arwen: “Not that hard.”
Legolas: “So Galadriel, the lady of the Golden Wood, played pool against Elrond? She must have been good.”
Aragorn: “She was and still is the best player in Lothlorien, and she plays ping-pong.”
Boromir: “Really!?”
Aragorn: “Oh sure, she plays all kinds of stuff: Monopoly, Poker, chess and some active games such as Sack races, tag, Marco Polo, and other stuff.”
Pippin: “Hit the ball and be done with it, Frodo!”
*Frodo hits ball and beats Legolas.*
Legolas: “That was a good game, I didn’t think halflings could play that well.”
Frodo: *Blushes* “Pip’s better than me.”
Arwen: “Anyway, we had better hurry to dinner or Elrond will be mad and we’ll get wiped with a spaghetti noodle.”
Boromir: “Um, what?”
Aragorn: “It’s just a silly thing we made up.”
*All go up basement stairs and into dinning room.*
*That night, after everyone goes to bed. Gandalf and Elrond mindlessly go down into basement to discus what route to take on journey.*
Elrond: “So, where are you going after you leave Rivendell.” *Picks up pool stick and shoots.*
Gandalf: *Picks up pool stick and shoots.* “I was thinking the pass of Caradras would be our first objective, unless you have any other suggestions. *Aside* “Your turn.”
Elrond: *Looks for best shot possible* “No, I think that that is a good objective, and then after that what is next?” *Shoots.* “Score. Your shot.”
Gandalf: “Lothlorien?” *Shoots.* “Foul.”
Elrond: *Looks for best shot.* That is a good place to take a breather and freshen supplies. But what about Gimli and Boromir, you know that men of Gondor and Dwarves consider my mother-in-law a sorceress. Now, the hobbits have never heard those fibs before, Legolas would find it interesting to see the Lady of the Golden Wood, and Aragorn would be overjoyed to see his Grandmother so they won’t mind a bit.” *Starts to set ball on pool table.* “An- What! who scratched my pool table!?”
Gandalf: “That has Pippin’s name written all over it.”
Elrond: “Oh well, it’s only one. Ha! Beat that shot.”
Gandalf: “Well, Gimli and Boromir can just suck it up and can it. *Shoots. pocket* Say! I haven’t played pool in two hundred years!”
Elrond: “I stopped playing pool after I stopped visiting Galadriel, and we usually played each other when ever we had a chance, but that was about seven hundred years ago. When Arwen and the boys found out that I use to be a professional player they begged me to teach them, so I still have a little bit of skill left.” *Shoots, pocket.* “Haha. I win.”
Gandalf: “That is pretty good after seven hundred years of playing pool with kids.” *Puts pool stick.*
Elrond: “Actually they all turned out to be professional players, FYI when I said “the boys” that includes Aragorn.” *Both walk out of basement together.*
Gandalf: “What about ping pong? You still play that?”
Elrond: “Oh sure.”
Gandalf: “Who do you play with?
Elrond: “Usually Aragorn, but since he’s gone a lot, Arwen plays with me. But any way back to business.”
(The point of the part with Elrond and Gandalf playing pool is they mindlessly start and finish a game of pool without intending to and don’t notice.)
*Day Fellowship leaves.*
Elrond: “Alright, is everybody here?”
Sam: “Where’s Pippin?”
*Door slams, Pippin comes out, jumps down steps and jumps in place next to Merry.*
Elrond: “I guess that all nine.”
Gandalf: “Alright team, let’s hit the road.”
Pippin: *Begins singing Hi-ho*
Gandalf: “Pippin!!! Spare me! Stop singing.”
*Pippin stops singing.*
*Fellowship about 50 yards away.*
Pippin: “Wait!!”
*Fellowship screeches to halt.*
Pippin: *Goes running back to Rivendell.* “I forgot to say good bye to Lady Arwen.”
*Fellowship goes back to Rivendell. Pippin saying good bye to Arwen.*
Pippin: “Give me a kiss?”
*Arwen kisses Pippin on forehead.*
Pippin: “Strider wants a kiss to.”
Strider: *Cant’s say yes can’t say no. Finally decides to kiss Arwen’s hand.*
Boromir: *Roles eyes* “Girls..”
Pippin: *Over hears Boromir* “You are so practical! You just can’t imagine something and you don’t like or read Fairy tails! You’re a man of little imagination, aren’t you!”
*Silence.*
Pippin: “Well, I’ll be leaving. Frodo, Aragorn, come along.”
*Walks off followed closely by other hobbits and Aragorn.*
*Rest of Fellowship stand in shock and silence.*
Legolas: “Well, come on, what are we waiting for?”
*Legolas and Gimli turn to leave.*
Gimli: “The last time I said “what are we waiting for”, I broke my friends favorite ax and he tried to sue me.”
Legolas: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you’ll learn not to jump to conclusions.”
Gimli: “Aww, cork it, elf-boy.”
Legolas: “Watch it pal or you’ll end up with a black eye.”
Aragorn: “Come on guys. We don’t need any more arguing, we’ve already got enough with Gandalf and Boromir bickering over going to Minasth irith, or what ever it’s called, or going to Mordor. Speaking of which… Gandalf, Boromir! Get over here before I whip you both with a spaghetti noodle!!! Come on guys, let’s sing it! *Begins singing Hi-ho.*
So?
Packing and leaving.
In Rivendell. Just before leaving.
*Fellowship packing.*
Pippin: “Gandalf, how many extra cloths am I going to need?”
Gandalf: “I would only take MABYE one. I’m not taking any.”
Pippin: “OK. I’ll just take extra accessories such as socks and things like that.” *Skips away singing “Let’s get together.”*
*Leaves. Closes door.*
*5 minutes later.*
Gandalf: “What am I doing? He shouldn’t take ANY extra other stuff. PIPPIN!!!!!”
Pippin: “Coming Gandalf.!!* Comes running towards door. Glances at Elrond over shoulder. Slams into door bruises forehead.*
Pippin: “OW!”
Elrond: “Are you alright?”
Pippin: “Yeah. I’m fine.”
*Elrond leaves.*
*Pippin goes into Gandalfs room.*
Gandalf: “Pippin, you don’t need ANY extra clothing. Alright?”
Pippin: “OK.”
Gandalf: “You OK?”
Pippin: “I’m ok, I’m fine.”
*Pippin leaves room.*
Pippin: *Moans as collapses on floor unconscious.*
*Maid walks past Pippin of floor. Glances down, screams bloody murder.*
*Elrond, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, the 5 hobbits, Arwen and Aragorn run to scene sword and bow drawn. Gandalf comes out of room and trips over Pippin. Jumps up.*
Gandalf: “Oh my Goodness!!!! What happened!”
Elrond: “Don’t know. But he’s only unconscious so it probably isn’t anything major. Come on. Help me get him into the bedroom.”
*Pippin comes conscious on bed with Frodo, Aragorn and Gandalf looking down at him.*
Gandalf: “Are you OK!?”
Pippin: “Yeah I’m fine.”
Aragorn: “What happened?”
Pippin: “Oh I just ran into the door, that’s all.”
Aragorn: “I can tell, you have bruise on your forehead the size of a door knob.”
Frodo: “That’s probably what he ran into, considering how short he is. But that’s normal.”
Gandalf: “What you mean, “That’s normal?”
Frodo: “Oh Pippin’s always running into doors and trees and usually has a bruise on his face. It’s a miracle he didn’t have one when we left the Shire.”
Pippin: *Jumps off bed.* “Well, I have to go. Arwen promised to play pool with me this afternoon and I have to finish my packing before we play.”
*That afternoon.*
Arwen: “Pippin, do you want to play pool now?”
Pippin: “Sure. But let’s ask the others if they want to play too.”
*Down in basement.*
Pippin: “Ok, who wants to play?”
*Boromir and Aragorn answer yes.*
Pippin: “In that case, let’s play on teams. I’ll be with Boromir.”
Aragorn: “Then that leaves me and Arwen together.”
Arwen: “Alright. And if you want there are drinks in the cooler over there, and, of course, chairs for the audience. Alright, let’s start the game.”
*Pippin shoots first. Pocket,*
Merry: “Good shot Pip.”
*Aragorn shoots barley bothering to aim.*
Aragorn: “Ha, that 2 in the same hole. Hold my drink, will you Legolas.”
*Boromir shoots. Pocket.*
Boromir: “One.”
*Arwen casually hits ball without aiming. Pocket*
Pippin: *shoots, Pocket.*
Aragorn: *Shoots, foul.* “Blast it!”
Boromir: “Thank you, Mr. Strider.” *Shoots. *
Aragorn: “Scratch!”
Boromir: “Blast!”
Arwen: *Sets glass of carbonated water on pool table. Shoots, pocket.*
Pippin: “That is a good shot. Oh well, my turn.” *pocket.*
Legolas: “Aragorn, do you want your root beer back? My hand is getting cold.”
Aragorn: “Not now Blondie. I’m busy.” * shoots, misses.* “Blast it!”
Legolas: “Aragorn, my hand is freezing.”
Aragorn: “Alright, if it will make you shut up I’ll take it.”
Boromir: “Folks, this is the last shot, so pay attention!” *Shoots, misses.* “What!?”
Arwen: *Shift positions, moves glass along with her, takes a sip, planning strategy.*
Pippin: “Oo, the deciding shot. A hush falls over the audience, drum roll!
*Merry makes drum roll sounds.*
Arwen: *Shots, pocket. Takes last sip of carbonated water.* “We win.”
*Cheers.*
Frodo: “Oh cool you have a ping-pong table. Could we play with it? Please, please, please?
Legolas: “Oh sure, I love to play ping-pong.”
*Frodo serves ball. Legolas hits it back, and they do that for about ten minutes while talking to the others.”
Frodo: “So Elrond was a professional pool player?”
Arwen: “Mhmm. He taught me how to play.”
Boromir: “Who did he play against?”
Arwen: “Grandma, whenever she was around.”
Legolas: “Who’s your grandmother Arwen?”
Arwen: “Galadriel. Frodo, your never going to beat him if you don’t hit that ball harder.”
Frodo: *Hits ball across room.*
Arwen: “Not that hard.”
Legolas: “So Galadriel, the lady of the Golden Wood, played pool against Elrond? She must have been good.”
Aragorn: “She was and still is the best player in Lothlorien, and she plays ping-pong.”
Boromir: “Really!?”
Aragorn: “Oh sure, she plays all kinds of stuff: Monopoly, Poker, chess and some active games such as Sack races, tag, Marco Polo, and other stuff.”
Pippin: “Hit the ball and be done with it, Frodo!”
*Frodo hits ball and beats Legolas.*
Legolas: “That was a good game, I didn’t think halflings could play that well.”
Frodo: *Blushes* “Pip’s better than me.”
Arwen: “Anyway, we had better hurry to dinner or Elrond will be mad and we’ll get wiped with a spaghetti noodle.”
Boromir: “Um, what?”
Aragorn: “It’s just a silly thing we made up.”
*All go up basement stairs and into dinning room.*
*That night, after everyone goes to bed. Gandalf and Elrond mindlessly go down into basement to discus what route to take on journey.*
Elrond: “So, where are you going after you leave Rivendell.” *Picks up pool stick and shoots.*
Gandalf: *Picks up pool stick and shoots.* “I was thinking the pass of Caradras would be our first objective, unless you have any other suggestions. *Aside* “Your turn.”
Elrond: *Looks for best shot possible* “No, I think that that is a good objective, and then after that what is next?” *Shoots.* “Score. Your shot.”
Gandalf: “Lothlorien?” *Shoots.* “Foul.”
Elrond: *Looks for best shot.* That is a good place to take a breather and freshen supplies. But what about Gimli and Boromir, you know that men of Gondor and Dwarves consider my mother-in-law a sorceress. Now, the hobbits have never heard those fibs before, Legolas would find it interesting to see the Lady of the Golden Wood, and Aragorn would be overjoyed to see his Grandmother so they won’t mind a bit.” *Starts to set ball on pool table.* “An- What! who scratched my pool table!?”
Gandalf: “That has Pippin’s name written all over it.”
Elrond: “Oh well, it’s only one. Ha! Beat that shot.”
Gandalf: “Well, Gimli and Boromir can just suck it up and can it. *Shoots. pocket* Say! I haven’t played pool in two hundred years!”
Elrond: “I stopped playing pool after I stopped visiting Galadriel, and we usually played each other when ever we had a chance, but that was about seven hundred years ago. When Arwen and the boys found out that I use to be a professional player they begged me to teach them, so I still have a little bit of skill left.” *Shoots, pocket.* “Haha. I win.”
Gandalf: “That is pretty good after seven hundred years of playing pool with kids.” *Puts pool stick.*
Elrond: “Actually they all turned out to be professional players, FYI when I said “the boys” that includes Aragorn.” *Both walk out of basement together.*
Gandalf: “What about ping pong? You still play that?”
Elrond: “Oh sure.”
Gandalf: “Who do you play with?
Elrond: “Usually Aragorn, but since he’s gone a lot, Arwen plays with me. But any way back to business.”
(The point of the part with Elrond and Gandalf playing pool is they mindlessly start and finish a game of pool without intending to and don’t notice.)
*Day Fellowship leaves.*
Elrond: “Alright, is everybody here?”
Sam: “Where’s Pippin?”
*Door slams, Pippin comes out, jumps down steps and jumps in place next to Merry.*
Elrond: “I guess that all nine.”
Gandalf: “Alright team, let’s hit the road.”
Pippin: *Begins singing Hi-ho*
Gandalf: “Pippin!!! Spare me! Stop singing.”
*Pippin stops singing.*
*Fellowship about 50 yards away.*
Pippin: “Wait!!”
*Fellowship screeches to halt.*
Pippin: *Goes running back to Rivendell.* “I forgot to say good bye to Lady Arwen.”
*Fellowship goes back to Rivendell. Pippin saying good bye to Arwen.*
Pippin: “Give me a kiss?”
*Arwen kisses Pippin on forehead.*
Pippin: “Strider wants a kiss to.”
Strider: *Cant’s say yes can’t say no. Finally decides to kiss Arwen’s hand.*
Boromir: *Roles eyes* “Girls..”
Pippin: *Over hears Boromir* “You are so practical! You just can’t imagine something and you don’t like or read Fairy tails! You’re a man of little imagination, aren’t you!”
*Silence.*
Pippin: “Well, I’ll be leaving. Frodo, Aragorn, come along.”
*Walks off followed closely by other hobbits and Aragorn.*
*Rest of Fellowship stand in shock and silence.*
Legolas: “Well, come on, what are we waiting for?”
*Legolas and Gimli turn to leave.*
Gimli: “The last time I said “what are we waiting for”, I broke my friends favorite ax and he tried to sue me.”
Legolas: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you’ll learn not to jump to conclusions.”
Gimli: “Aww, cork it, elf-boy.”
Legolas: “Watch it pal or you’ll end up with a black eye.”
Aragorn: “Come on guys. We don’t need any more arguing, we’ve already got enough with Gandalf and Boromir bickering over going to Minasth irith, or what ever it’s called, or going to Mordor. Speaking of which… Gandalf, Boromir! Get over here before I whip you both with a spaghetti noodle!!! Come on guys, let’s sing it! *Begins singing Hi-ho.*
So?