Maybe I missed it but are they all bringing the weapons and stuff?
Anyway. Keep it up. It is just too good!
Anyway. Keep it up. It is just too good!
Rivendell International Airport
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Primsong
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Thanks - and as to the weapons... well..... 
6.
Clutching their tickets, they approached the roped off area for Security and nervously got in line. "Remember," Gandalf reminded them, "They may not appear fearsome, but these Elves hold the key to our success. If they do not let us pass, all is come to naught. Do whatever they tell you to."
They slowly sorted themselves into a queue with Gandalf taking up the rear.
"Act natural," Aragorn advised, slouching against a trashcan.
"I am," Boromir retorted from where he stood at full height, sternly scanning the crowd around them for any threats.
"You look like you're expecting to be ambushed."
"Who knows? Maybe we are."
"Where would they come from? The restrooms?"
"Perhaps. Better to be prepared than to regret it later."
Aragorn sighed.
Merry nudged Frodo. "Look at that, a doorway standing all by itself."
"It's like a garden-gate," Sam noted. "The widow Rumble has a lattice one, with purple clematis trained up over it. Beautiful thing to see."
"No flowers on this one," Frodo noted.
"That's because it's winter, of course," Sam replied. "I bet these Elves make it a real show-stopper in the spring."
They watched the travellers ahead of them making their way through. "Looks like we have to walk through it," Merry said. "Some kind of Elven ceremony?"
"Elves complicate everything," Gimli said. "Even walking through doors."
Trying to be inconspicuous in spite of their mixed appearances, they slowly edged their way towards the security guards who stood by the archway with Legolas taking up the rear.
Aragorn, who had placed himself at the head of the line in case there were any dangerous moves from the guards, finally stepped up before them, handing them his ticket as he has seen previous people do.
They guard examined it. "Nrogara Cte?" he said. "Odd name."
"It's a Northern dialect," Aragorn said with a straight face.
"Going to Gondor?"
"Just visiting some cousins."
"All right, seems to be in order. Take off your shoes. Go ahead and step through the gate."
"Take off my shoes?"
"That's right. They go in this bin. You can put them back on after you go through."
Aragorn shrugged and knelt down to tug off his boots, then walked through the gate.
BEEEEEEEEEP!
Everyone still waiting in line jumped.. Aragorn startled and reflexively whipped out his sword. The guards just shook their heads at him.
"That's probably what set it off."
"What?"
"It's metal, you'll need to take it off."
"Metal?"
"The gate detects if you are carrying any metal," the first guard told him as if instructing a small child.
"Elf-magic," Sam breathed. "will you look at that!"
Aragorn took a deep breath then slowly unbuckled Anduril in its sheath and laid it aside. "Now what?"
"Walk through again."
He tried a second time.
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
"Any other weapons?"
He reluctantly pulled out his dagger and handed it over.
"Jewelry?"
"What? Jewelry?"
"You know, rings, necklaces…that sort of thing."
The Ring of Barahir and the Evenstar soon joined his dagger and boots in the bin. A third attempt removed his arrows and bow, a belt and several bits of loose change.
"Finally!" the guard said, rolling his eyes. He handed the non-weaponry back to Aragorn and dropped the rest into a box.
"Hey, what about my sword?" Aragorn asked rather anxiously.
"Sorry. Move along now."
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6.
Clutching their tickets, they approached the roped off area for Security and nervously got in line. "Remember," Gandalf reminded them, "They may not appear fearsome, but these Elves hold the key to our success. If they do not let us pass, all is come to naught. Do whatever they tell you to."
They slowly sorted themselves into a queue with Gandalf taking up the rear.
"Act natural," Aragorn advised, slouching against a trashcan.
"I am," Boromir retorted from where he stood at full height, sternly scanning the crowd around them for any threats.
"You look like you're expecting to be ambushed."
"Who knows? Maybe we are."
"Where would they come from? The restrooms?"
"Perhaps. Better to be prepared than to regret it later."
Aragorn sighed.
Merry nudged Frodo. "Look at that, a doorway standing all by itself."
"It's like a garden-gate," Sam noted. "The widow Rumble has a lattice one, with purple clematis trained up over it. Beautiful thing to see."
"No flowers on this one," Frodo noted.
"That's because it's winter, of course," Sam replied. "I bet these Elves make it a real show-stopper in the spring."
They watched the travellers ahead of them making their way through. "Looks like we have to walk through it," Merry said. "Some kind of Elven ceremony?"
"Elves complicate everything," Gimli said. "Even walking through doors."
Trying to be inconspicuous in spite of their mixed appearances, they slowly edged their way towards the security guards who stood by the archway with Legolas taking up the rear.
Aragorn, who had placed himself at the head of the line in case there were any dangerous moves from the guards, finally stepped up before them, handing them his ticket as he has seen previous people do.
They guard examined it. "Nrogara Cte?" he said. "Odd name."
"It's a Northern dialect," Aragorn said with a straight face.
"Going to Gondor?"
"Just visiting some cousins."
"All right, seems to be in order. Take off your shoes. Go ahead and step through the gate."
"Take off my shoes?"
"That's right. They go in this bin. You can put them back on after you go through."
Aragorn shrugged and knelt down to tug off his boots, then walked through the gate.
BEEEEEEEEEP!
Everyone still waiting in line jumped.. Aragorn startled and reflexively whipped out his sword. The guards just shook their heads at him.
"That's probably what set it off."
"What?"
"It's metal, you'll need to take it off."
"Metal?"
"The gate detects if you are carrying any metal," the first guard told him as if instructing a small child.
"Elf-magic," Sam breathed. "will you look at that!"
Aragorn took a deep breath then slowly unbuckled Anduril in its sheath and laid it aside. "Now what?"
"Walk through again."
He tried a second time.
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
"Any other weapons?"
He reluctantly pulled out his dagger and handed it over.
"Jewelry?"
"What? Jewelry?"
"You know, rings, necklaces…that sort of thing."
The Ring of Barahir and the Evenstar soon joined his dagger and boots in the bin. A third attempt removed his arrows and bow, a belt and several bits of loose change.
"Finally!" the guard said, rolling his eyes. He handed the non-weaponry back to Aragorn and dropped the rest into a box.
"Hey, what about my sword?" Aragorn asked rather anxiously.
"Sorry. Move along now."
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Miss Tumnus
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Oh. No. The Ring. And Sting. And that thing that protects him and looks really cool but I don't know what it's called.
Oh. No.
Oh. No.
narnian reader
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No I think it was the mithril suit given to him by Bilbe that he is supposedly keeping secret from the others. By the way i am really enjoying this i do a lot of traveling myself.
Aslans Messenger
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Poor Aragorn!
Primsong
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Don't worry, Frodo hasn't been to Lorien yet so the starglass is safe... but... well, we'll see...
7.
Aragorn glowered without any effect, then seeing Gandalf's warning gestures from behind, he unhappily moved to the side to watch the rest of the group come through. They'd all been watching his adventure and whispering between each other, trying to learn what worked and what didn't.
Pippin stepped up and handed the guard his ticket.
"Koot Nippip?"
Pip shrugged innocently. "They're all called that where I come from."
"All right, Koot. Remove your shoes and step over here."
"Don't have any."
"What?" the guard looked down and raised his brows. "No shoes?"
"I, uh, decided to save time at the airport and not wear any."
There was a slight pause. "Right. Any weapons?"
"Only this little sword, that's it. It's harmless. I don't even know how to use it, really." He tried to tuck it back away, but they took it from his hand.
"What's that?" one asked pointing at a bulge in his coat pocket.
"Apple?" Pippin said, wondering why they were asking.
"No fresh produce. Sorry," they said, pulling the apple out. "Any more?"
"Look, if you want to share that's fine but…"
Ignoring him, they riffled through his pockets, deftly removing two pears, three more apples and a brown apple-core.
Pippin, a bit crestfallen, walked through the gate. Everyone in line braced themselves but no noise was heard.
"Thank you," the guard said. "Move along."
"At least I still have my cheese," he whispered as he joined Aragorn by the wall.
"Great," Aragorn muttered cynically. "Next time we meet up with some orcs we can kill them with a big hunk of cheese, right to the throat."
They looked back over to where Merry was having his ticket examined. "Kcubydnarb Codairem?"
"Just call me Cuby, everyone else does."
"What does it mean?" the guard asked, intrigued.
"Uh, it's a… plant. We um, dry it and smoke it."
"Is that what's in this pouch, then?" asked the other, taking a pinch out of Merry's pouch and sniffing it.
"Of course," he said, "I always carry some, uh, as a family token, seeing as it's my name."
"Sorry but we can't allow unknown substances like this to pass."
"But it's not unknown, it's…uh, it's…whatever that was you said."
They gave him an odd look. Merry returned it with the most woebegone and pitiful look he could muster, but to no avail. Apparently Elves were not affected by the looks he'd successfully used countless times on the Shire lasses. The pipeweed pouch was gone, along with the short sword he'd gotten from the barrow.
7.
Aragorn glowered without any effect, then seeing Gandalf's warning gestures from behind, he unhappily moved to the side to watch the rest of the group come through. They'd all been watching his adventure and whispering between each other, trying to learn what worked and what didn't.
Pippin stepped up and handed the guard his ticket.
"Koot Nippip?"
Pip shrugged innocently. "They're all called that where I come from."
"All right, Koot. Remove your shoes and step over here."
"Don't have any."
"What?" the guard looked down and raised his brows. "No shoes?"
"I, uh, decided to save time at the airport and not wear any."
There was a slight pause. "Right. Any weapons?"
"Only this little sword, that's it. It's harmless. I don't even know how to use it, really." He tried to tuck it back away, but they took it from his hand.
"What's that?" one asked pointing at a bulge in his coat pocket.
"Apple?" Pippin said, wondering why they were asking.
"No fresh produce. Sorry," they said, pulling the apple out. "Any more?"
"Look, if you want to share that's fine but…"
Ignoring him, they riffled through his pockets, deftly removing two pears, three more apples and a brown apple-core.
Pippin, a bit crestfallen, walked through the gate. Everyone in line braced themselves but no noise was heard.
"Thank you," the guard said. "Move along."
"At least I still have my cheese," he whispered as he joined Aragorn by the wall.
"Great," Aragorn muttered cynically. "Next time we meet up with some orcs we can kill them with a big hunk of cheese, right to the throat."
They looked back over to where Merry was having his ticket examined. "Kcubydnarb Codairem?"
"Just call me Cuby, everyone else does."
"What does it mean?" the guard asked, intrigued.
"Uh, it's a… plant. We um, dry it and smoke it."
"Is that what's in this pouch, then?" asked the other, taking a pinch out of Merry's pouch and sniffing it.
"Of course," he said, "I always carry some, uh, as a family token, seeing as it's my name."
"Sorry but we can't allow unknown substances like this to pass."
"But it's not unknown, it's…uh, it's…whatever that was you said."
They gave him an odd look. Merry returned it with the most woebegone and pitiful look he could muster, but to no avail. Apparently Elves were not affected by the looks he'd successfully used countless times on the Shire lasses. The pipeweed pouch was gone, along with the short sword he'd gotten from the barrow.
everlasting_love
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Haha, Gandalf was very creative with the I.D.s.
I love your story, Primsong. It's awesome and hilarious.
I love your story, Primsong. It's awesome and hilarious.
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crazycigirl
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^Yah me too^...I've been following it and just realized I haven't posted yet. So I'm posting: I really like this story!
So I'm posting: I really like this story!HugsForReepicheep
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LOL That's hilarious!! Aragorn and the constant beeping was just perfect. And you know what? It's really faithful to what anyone goes through to get into a flight...
Miss Tumnus
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narnian reader
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To make it more unique like a land of its own would be my guessYes! That's what I meant!
Why do they give it such difficult names?
Primsong
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Thanks for all the encouraging words!
8.
Seeing as it was going rather slowly, Legolas wandered off to do a little shopping. The others watched with trepedition as Gimli stepped up to the Elves. He handed over his ticket as if daring them to question it.
"Frawd Yknits?" grinned the Elves.
"You have a problem with that?" Gimli glowered at them and fingered his axe. One of the guards reached for it but he twitched it out of their hands. "You'll not be touching this. I'll set it aside, but I want to be clear that it is MY axe."
One of the guards turned and picked up a small bell, giving it a silvery ring. Another Elf in airport uniform quickly paced towards them. "This one is being uncooperative," they told him.
"I am NOT," huffed Gimli.
"Come this way, Mr. Yknits. I'll make sure you get where you need to go," the new guard said. Gimli hesitated.
"Go on!" Gandalf called from where he was waiting in line behind them. The Dwarf gave a grunt and followed the guard to a separate security station at the side.
Sam stepped up next.
"Eegmag Esiwmas - finally, a proper sounding name!" the guard said. "Sometimes I don't even know how I can be expected to pronounce these other ones."
"I expect you'll be wanting this," Sam said, politely handing over his short sword. "I think that's it."
"What about that pan?"
"Well, it's a… a frying pan. For cooking," Sam said, wondering if they were addled.
"It's a potential weapon."
Sam gave a weak laugh. "Only to chickens and rabbits, or maybe a fish now and then."
They just held out their hands. Sam handed his precious pan over to them with a sigh.
"Let's take a look in that pack…" He watched in growing dismay as they rooted out every last piece of his precious cookware set, even the ladle. One of them held up a small box. "What's this?"
"Salt," Sam said.
The Elf opened it and cautiously sniffed at it then dropped it in the bin.
"What?! What did you go and do that for?" Sam demanded.
"All white powdered substances have to be confiscated."
"What color do you expect salt to be?" he asked in amazement.
"Go on through."
Sam glumly joined the others. "Sure going to be short commons once we get there. What do they think we can do, just eat things raw?"
"Bleah," agreed Pippin sympathetically. "Want some cheese?"
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8.
Seeing as it was going rather slowly, Legolas wandered off to do a little shopping. The others watched with trepedition as Gimli stepped up to the Elves. He handed over his ticket as if daring them to question it.
"Frawd Yknits?" grinned the Elves.
"You have a problem with that?" Gimli glowered at them and fingered his axe. One of the guards reached for it but he twitched it out of their hands. "You'll not be touching this. I'll set it aside, but I want to be clear that it is MY axe."
One of the guards turned and picked up a small bell, giving it a silvery ring. Another Elf in airport uniform quickly paced towards them. "This one is being uncooperative," they told him.
"I am NOT," huffed Gimli.
"Come this way, Mr. Yknits. I'll make sure you get where you need to go," the new guard said. Gimli hesitated.
"Go on!" Gandalf called from where he was waiting in line behind them. The Dwarf gave a grunt and followed the guard to a separate security station at the side.
Sam stepped up next.
"Eegmag Esiwmas - finally, a proper sounding name!" the guard said. "Sometimes I don't even know how I can be expected to pronounce these other ones."
"I expect you'll be wanting this," Sam said, politely handing over his short sword. "I think that's it."
"What about that pan?"
"Well, it's a… a frying pan. For cooking," Sam said, wondering if they were addled.
"It's a potential weapon."
Sam gave a weak laugh. "Only to chickens and rabbits, or maybe a fish now and then."
They just held out their hands. Sam handed his precious pan over to them with a sigh.
"Let's take a look in that pack…" He watched in growing dismay as they rooted out every last piece of his precious cookware set, even the ladle. One of them held up a small box. "What's this?"
"Salt," Sam said.
The Elf opened it and cautiously sniffed at it then dropped it in the bin.
"What?! What did you go and do that for?" Sam demanded.
"All white powdered substances have to be confiscated."
"What color do you expect salt to be?" he asked in amazement.
"Go on through."
Sam glumly joined the others. "Sure going to be short commons once we get there. What do they think we can do, just eat things raw?"
"Bleah," agreed Pippin sympathetically. "Want some cheese?"
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Miss Tumnus
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Frawd Yknits! Haha! That one's hilarious!
everlasting_love
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Primsong
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Ah yes, Gimli doesn't get an easy time of it, surrounded with Elves as he so often is...
9.
At the other security station, Gimli had been coaxed to lay aside the axe he had been carrying and the one from his belt as well. He slowly bent to yank off his boots, then the metal-toed socks beneath them.
He held up the redolent socks and waved them about with a smirk. "You'll be wanting to check these?"
"No, no….*cough*" the Elf said, holding out a small bin. "Just put them…*cough* in here…"
"Heh-heh-heh-heh…." He dropped them in and then set about tugging off his helm.
Frodo peeled his eyes away from watching Gimli and the shape of his form-fitted helm-hair. Taking a breath, he went forward, extending his ticket.
"Odorf? Haha."
"It's more poetic in its original context." Frodo said, reluctantly handing over Sting in its sheath.
"Anything else? I see you didn't wear shoes either."
He gritted his teeth. "No." Through the imposing gate he went.
BEEEEEEEP!
"Okay. There's a…um, mail shirt. Do I have to take it off?"
They nodded in unison. Frodo slowly pulled off his coat, weskit and shirt. Everyone's eyes widened as the mithril shirt came into view. He pulled it off and replaced his clothing. The guards admired it and turned it in the light.
"Anything else?"
He gritted his teeth again and faked a smile. "I don't think so."
BEEEEEEEEP!
"What do you have in your pockets?" one of the guards suggested. "Or maybe it's a belt buckle?
Frodo turned out his pockets for them, growing more desperate as he did so.
"Is this mithril?" the other guard asked, still fascinated with the mail-shirt. They both admired it. Frodo grabbed at this moment of inattention to slip the Ring on its chain over his head, cupping it in his hand.
"Yes," he encouraged them, "if you turn it in the light sometimes it makes rainbows."
"Really?" They turned it this way and that.
Thankful beyond thankful for the Elven delight with beautiful things, Frodo abruptly lobbed the Ring right over the security gate towards his friends. They stared at it coming at them, uncomprehending. With a small 'clink-kersloop' if vanished into a trashcan next to Sam.
The guards finally dropped the shirt into the bin and turned their diamond-dazzled eyes back to their job. "Now, where were we?"
"I got the shirt off. So…now I go through?"
Getting a confused nod in reply, he finally walked through the gate without the buzzer catching him. He was so pleased with this he jauntily waved back at them as he went, but the guards had already turned their attention to Boromir who was holding out his ticket.
Behind them, Frodo trotted then sped up until he hit the trashcan at a dead run and all but dove into it. There was a small explosion of wrappers, napkins and half-empty coffee cups, then a pause as he apparently found what he was looking for. Aragorn surreptitiously reached in and helped pull him back out. Sam helpfully flicked gum and sticky wrappers off of his Master.
Merry gave an odd look. "If you needed some coffee, I'm sure we could have gotten you some…"
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9.
At the other security station, Gimli had been coaxed to lay aside the axe he had been carrying and the one from his belt as well. He slowly bent to yank off his boots, then the metal-toed socks beneath them.
He held up the redolent socks and waved them about with a smirk. "You'll be wanting to check these?"
"No, no….*cough*" the Elf said, holding out a small bin. "Just put them…*cough* in here…"
"Heh-heh-heh-heh…." He dropped them in and then set about tugging off his helm.
Frodo peeled his eyes away from watching Gimli and the shape of his form-fitted helm-hair. Taking a breath, he went forward, extending his ticket.
"Odorf? Haha."
"It's more poetic in its original context." Frodo said, reluctantly handing over Sting in its sheath.
"Anything else? I see you didn't wear shoes either."
He gritted his teeth. "No." Through the imposing gate he went.
BEEEEEEEP!
"Okay. There's a…um, mail shirt. Do I have to take it off?"
They nodded in unison. Frodo slowly pulled off his coat, weskit and shirt. Everyone's eyes widened as the mithril shirt came into view. He pulled it off and replaced his clothing. The guards admired it and turned it in the light.
"Anything else?"
He gritted his teeth again and faked a smile. "I don't think so."
BEEEEEEEEP!
"What do you have in your pockets?" one of the guards suggested. "Or maybe it's a belt buckle?
Frodo turned out his pockets for them, growing more desperate as he did so.
"Is this mithril?" the other guard asked, still fascinated with the mail-shirt. They both admired it. Frodo grabbed at this moment of inattention to slip the Ring on its chain over his head, cupping it in his hand.
"Yes," he encouraged them, "if you turn it in the light sometimes it makes rainbows."
"Really?" They turned it this way and that.
Thankful beyond thankful for the Elven delight with beautiful things, Frodo abruptly lobbed the Ring right over the security gate towards his friends. They stared at it coming at them, uncomprehending. With a small 'clink-kersloop' if vanished into a trashcan next to Sam.
The guards finally dropped the shirt into the bin and turned their diamond-dazzled eyes back to their job. "Now, where were we?"
"I got the shirt off. So…now I go through?"
Getting a confused nod in reply, he finally walked through the gate without the buzzer catching him. He was so pleased with this he jauntily waved back at them as he went, but the guards had already turned their attention to Boromir who was holding out his ticket.
Behind them, Frodo trotted then sped up until he hit the trashcan at a dead run and all but dove into it. There was a small explosion of wrappers, napkins and half-empty coffee cups, then a pause as he apparently found what he was looking for. Aragorn surreptitiously reached in and helped pull him back out. Sam helpfully flicked gum and sticky wrappers off of his Master.
Merry gave an odd look. "If you needed some coffee, I'm sure we could have gotten you some…"
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