Now Boromir was in such a hurry to be the first member of the
Fellowship to reach the gate that he had forgotten an essential part of
his clothing. However it didn’t take him long before he realized its
non-existence when a cool breeze suddenly sprang up and blew past his
bare legs.
Then Legolas joined him and began to grin from one pointy ear to
another. “Apparently not only does Gondor need no king it needs no
pants either!” the elf said with a mocking laugh.
Boromir glared back. “Are you always this annoying?”
“No. But for you I will make an exception.”
“Why don’t I feel honored by this?”
“You should. Like I said I just don’t do this for anyone.”
Boromir glared back again. “Well you can just stop doing it! Now if you
will excuse me I need to go and…”
“Look Merry! Boromir has no pants on!” Pippin cried out in surprise as
the two hobbits ran over to the man and elf.
“That’s because Gondor doesn’t need them,” Legolas chimed in impishly.
“I do to need them! I can’t leave Rivendell like this!” Boromir
exclaimed.
“If that’s the case then Gondor also needs a King after the One
Ring is destroyed,” the elf said softly in a gotcha tone of voice.
All Boromir could do now was angrily sputtered and spit as he tried
to counter Legolas’ words the wisdom in them he obviously was refusing
to acknowledge by the way he was acting. Then he quickly turned around
and stomped back towards his room while he muttered under his breath
something about ridding the elf of his pants and making him run through
the streets of Minas Tirith in such a state of undress.
Meanwhile a confused Merry and Pippin were looking at one another.
“What was that all about?” Pippin asked Legolas who was still
grinning from ear to ear. Now the elf wasn’t disappointed that his
first attempt to point out what Gondor needed to Boromir had failed.
After all he was sure he would have more opportunities to “annoy” the
man with it as the Fellowship journeyed to Mount Doom.
“Just me being annoying is all,” he said while he gave the hobbits
a cryptic smile before he moved over to where Gimli, Frodo, Sam, and
Gandalf were waiting.
“I still don’t get it,” Pippin whispered to Merry as they followed
after him.
“I don’t either. Elves are strange folk.”
“And men too. The very idea of leaving without your pants on is crazy!”
“It’s times like these that I’m glad to be a hobbit Pip.”
Boromir was about to fall asleep after the Fellowship had stopped for
the first night when he heard a rhythmic swish, swish, swish start up.
Then after lying there and listening to it for several minutes he
pleaded loudly “Will you give it a rest!”
Now this produced only a moment of silence before the swishing
continued.
“Are you going to do this every night?” Boromir demanded irritably.
“I must! I can’t let any fair maidens we meet see my hair in tangles!”
Legolas replied earnestly while he brushed his hair.
“Oh joy!” Boromir shot back sarcastically before rolling over and
plugging his ears.
“I can tell that you’re not thrilled about my hair brushing,” Legolas
said while he continued doing it.
“Whatever gave you a clue that I wasn’t?” Boromir asked while not
rolling over.
“Your sarcasm. But I can understand why you feel that way for it
must be hard for someone like you who is challenged by lack of
follicles to be seen next to me.”
“I’m not challenged by lack of follicles!” Boromir exclaimed in
surprised while he rolled over. “Are you blind? I have a full head of
hair!”
“You call that peach fuzz hair?”
“Peach fuzz!” Boromir exclaimed again while he wondered if Legolas had
lost his mind.
Still Boromir reached up to reassure himself that he had hair and
when he felt only a few wispy strands and bare skin, he quickly sat up
while yelping loudly in fright, “I’ve gone bald!”
“You’ve gone where?” a sleepy Aragorn asked from next to him while
a curious Legolas came over with his bow in his hand and not the brush
Boromir had seen since it was still his turn to be on watch. Only then
did the man from Gondor realize that he had been dreaming.
“Never mind,” he said to Aragorn as his male ego heaved a huge sigh of
relief. Then he flopped back down onto his blanket.
Meanwhile Legolas shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as if
to say “I don’t know either” while the Ranger looked at him for an
explanation.
Men could be so puzzling to him at times that he doubted he would ever
understand them fully.
Everyone was very edgy at the Prancing Pony Inn today. There was talk
of strange folk wandering the wilds, and monsters roaming about. And-
"Harthad! I've something to tell you!!"
I sighed, putting down my pencil on the table where I was working.
"What is it, Nob? Not more orcs?"
"No, nothing like that. There's a whole troop of-"
I leaped back in surprise as he fainted clean away. To add to the
surprise, thunder boomed loudly. Very loudly, rattling the windows of
the Inn.
Thunder? It's a hot day in the middle of May!
The door started creaking, swinging back and forth on it's hinges. Cups
and saucers moved around on the tables. A few visitors started to get
nervous.
By now, I was very very nervous.
The sound of a whole legion of feet reached my ears. What if there were
actually orcs coming to invade? Primula wasn't here, Barliman wasn't
here, and I had no idea what to do!!!
Lightning flashed, and thunder shook the windowpanes. Rain came down in
buckets. Patrons fled for their lives.
The feet came closer, and closer, and I thought I could hear battle
cries.
But they were unusually high-pitched for a troop of orcs. . .
The door flung open, and I was knocked backwards. My vision cleared,
and I saw a group of hobbits, yes, hobbits, standing in a doorway. I
stood up, not really towering over them.
"Where do you think you're-" My voice was cut off as one of them
spotted the kitchen in the back.
The aroma of crispy bacon wafted through the whole inn. Buttered bread
was sitting on a counter.
I got trampled once again as they ran towards the back, shouting,
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