Subject: Okay, here it is!
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Posted on: 2013-03-07 01:29:00 UTC
You asked for it. But it makes very little sense, because I only actually printed out part of it, so there's not really a beginning or an end. I did provide a small explanation: Eldarion has decided he wants to marry men, Aragorn is not happy about this, Elrohir has gone insane and it egging Eldarion on, Jon is an Aragorn imposter. Hmm... yep.
Eldarion: I only like Men, and maybe an elf here or there.
Aragorn: WOMEN! ELVES!
Elrohir: SPIDERS!
Jon: *would call for a medic, if only was not unconscious*
Elrohir: LIONS!
Eldarion: Dad, 'Men' is a race. :-P
Aragorn: Elrohir!
Elrohir: TIGERS!
Arwen: (ok, I go away for two minutes and now I'm totally lost)
Elrohir: BEARS!
Aragorn: Alright then, have fun with the Rohirrim women!
Agent Talia: Oh my
Eldarion: Dad's mad at me because I want to shag the Rohirrim.
Elrohir: RIDERS!
Eldarion: I will have fun with the Rohirrim women.
Aragorn: No, I just don't want you to shag the men
Elrohir: MEN!
Eldarion: :)
Aragorn: Good son
Elrohir: Men.
Jon: (I disguised myself badly as Aragorn, and tried to corrupt Elrohir just as Aragorn got back. :P)
Eldarion: *Looks innocent*
Aragorn: Have grandchildren!
Elrohir: (I've gone from weepy to Bagenders!Frodo to nearly Bursar material)
Jon: *wakes up* Children with the Witch King! I'm sure we can find a way to revive him.
Elrohir: With MEN!
Eldarion: I'll have fun with the women... and the men- What?! Nothing! *Runs*
Eldarion: *Blinks*
Aragorn: ..
Aragorn: Eldarion...
Elrohir: *nodds happily* Good nephew. Men.
Eldarion: Witch Kings really aren't my thing.
Eldarion: Yes, Father?
Aragorn: ONLY women..
Eldarion: Why, Father?
Jon: Sure they are, son.
Elrohir: ONLY male women, he means.
Eldarion: (LMAO, Elrohir. XD)
Aragorn: Because you will be king someday!
Eldarion: So?
Elrohir: You are DA KIG!
Aragorn: You need a Queen!
Jon: No, because I plan on living forever.
Eldarion: I'll have a Queen.
Elrohir: A male Queen!
Aragorn: And not that kind of queen!
Elrohir: A Drag Queen!
Agent Talia: Drag queen... oh dear
Eldarion: *Sporfle*
Aragorn: *handforhead*
Eldarion: Dad, I want Legolas to be my Queen. XD
Elrohir: Good Eldarion.
Jon: You can't have him. He's mine, son.
Elrohir: Good choice.
Elladan: Hey, sorry, but I have to go. Bye!
Aragorn: ...ARWEN!
Elrohir: Bye.
Eldarion: Back off, Jon.
Elrohir: Arwen?
Aragorn: Bye Elladan...
Jon: Ok...
Eldarion: Legolas only has eyes for me.
Aragorn: Yes, Arwen
Elrohir: FROGS!
Jon: My son hates me. ;;
Aragorn: Legolas is currently surrounded by fangirls
Elrohir: R-r-r-r-r-
Eldarion: I'll kill the fangirls for him.
Aragorn: If you can get past the fangirls I'll let you marry Legolas AND a woman.
Eldarion: COOL!
Elrohir: *nods happily and gives Eldarion a bow*
Agent Talia: Oh goodness
Elrohir: A male woman.
Aragorn: BUT YOU MUCH MARRY A WOMAN!
Elrohir: A MALE woman.
Eldarion: If I kill all the fangirls, can I marry Legolas, a woman, AND a man?!
Aragorn: A WOMAN WOMAN!
Elrohir: MALE woman!
Jon: Don't forget the Witch King!
Elrohir: SPIDER!
Aragorn: No, just Legolas and a woman who can reproduce.
Eldarion: NOT the Witch King. >.
Elrohir: MALE woman.
Eldarion: *Pouts* Father, I want Legolas, a man, and a woman.
Jon: Oh, come one. He's really not that bad.
Elrohir: *nods* HOBBIT!
Aragorn: *sighs* I can't win...
Eldarion: The Witch King's dead, Elboron's mum killed him.
Elrohir: BILBO!
Aragorn: Alright! As long as you have a woman to make heirs, I'm good.
Eldarion: Yay!
Elrohir: Bilbo!
Jon: Who writes history, me - the king - or Elboron's mum - a crossdresser?
Eldarion: Bilbo's too old, and I don't like hobbits... too short.
Eldarion: Elboron's mum. ^^
Aragorn: I'm the king! You are an imposter!
Elrohir: ...Pippin.
Aragorn: (Mm.../I/ want Pippin...)
Jon: No I'm not! Look at this /obviously real/ stubble!
Eldarion: (lol)
Elrohir: PIPPIN!
Eldarion: I'm going to marry Elboron.
Aragorn: ...
Arwen: (*sighs* I'm so tired, I can't keep up... I'll have to take a rain check on this)
Eldarion: (lmao..)
Elrohir: *nods happily* ELZORO!
Aragorn: *blinks, takes medication*
Jon: Only if you can produce an heir for me.
Arwen: wait... did my son just say he's marrying a MAN?
Aragorn: ME!
Elrohir: (Bye)
Eldarion: You're not my father, Jon.
Eldarion: Yes, do you have a problem with that, Dad?
Aragorn: (Bye?)
Jon: I'm not? But I've got stubble... And greasy hair.
Elrohir: (Hi?)
Aragorn: (...)
Eldarion: Dad has clean hair now that he's king.
Aragorn: Nope! *grins* Not anymore!
Eldarion: Nice try.
Elrohir: LEGOLAS! ELZORO! PIPPIN! MALE WOMAN!
Arwen: Honey, you know your father and I iwill always love you... but... this is rather a shock... and Aragorn, you will shower by the end of the day or no more cupboard time for /you/!
Eldarion: *Stares at Elrohir blankly*
Agent Talia ...>:(
Aragorn: As long as you've got heirs, I'm good!
Eldarion: You'll have plenty of heirs, calm down.
Aragorn: I'm clean!
Elrohir: Legolas, Elboron, Pippin, male woman.
Aragorn: It's the imposter that's not!
Jon: Why do you get all the heirs? *jealous*
Aragorn: And woman
Eldarion: What about a woman?
Aragorn: You need at least one!
Elrohir: *nods* Legolas, Elboron, Pippin, male woman, woman woman.
Jon: I'm sorry Arwen. I'll bath later. Cupboard time now?
Arwen: ... Oo?
Aragorn: *hugs Arwen*
Eldarion: Ok! I TOLD you I'd marry a woman and make plenty of babies!
Eldarion: OK?!
Elrohir: FIVE!
Aragorn: Good, I'm happy then!
Eldarion: ...Five. Sure.
Elrohir: HUNDRED!
Eldarion: ...
Jon: Why don't you ever try to please me? ;;
Eldarion: I don't think so.
Elrohir: FIVE!
Eldarion: Because you're not my father, Jon, you're an imposter.
Arwen: Elrohir, will you kindly stop shouting? Being mortal has not affected my sensitive ears.
Eldarion: Yes, five, sure.
Elrohir: hundred?
Eldarion: *Rolls eyes* Not my problem, mom.
Eldarion: NOT HUNDRED!!!!!
Eldarion: --'
Aragorn: Let's go to the room that Galadriel gave us! *picks up Arwen, goes into room*
Jon: Thousand. You never know /when/ a Great War will pop up and kill most of my heirs.
Elrohir: HUNDRED!!!!!
Elrohir: FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND!!!!!
Eldarion: Iluvatar...
Eldarion: *Hits Elrohir over the head with a brick*
Elrohir: *falls down*
Elrohir: xx
Jon: ...I don't know, Elrohir. If he has five hundred thousand, I'll have trouble putting them all through college.
Elrohir: *wakes up*
Elrohir: Five hundred thousand, half girls.
Eldarion: I'm not having five hundred thousand kids. >.
Aragorn: *runs out with sword* KILL THE IMPOSTER!
Elrohir: Busy. Start early.
Eldarion: How the heck would I do that with one elf, one man, and one woman?!
Aragorn: *chases Jon*
Jon: No, no... How about we come to an agreement? *runs away*
Elrohir: Mpreg?
Eldarion: Hmm... :-P
Aragorn: *slashy slash* KILL!
Jon: Maybe you can recognize me as your sexier, evil twin?
Eldarion: Dad, Legolas is pregnant! XD
Elrohir: *grins*
Aragorn: *suddenly, the medication has sent Aragorn spiraling out of character*
Elrohir: Good job, nephew. Congratulations.
Eldarion: Thanks, Uncle! ^^
Elrohir: Twins?
Aragorn: *blinks* That's great son!
Aragorn: *keeps chasing*
Eldarion: Quintuplets!
Jon: Good job, son! *still running*
Eldarion: (lol!)
Elrohir: ^^ Congratulations!
Aragorn: *striks Jon*
Aragorn: Mwehehehehehehe
Elrohir: *watches Aragorn strik in amazement*
. . . The End.
(How could you question my reputation? Of course I have a reputation, much like my compatriots the sons of Feanor had 'reputations'.)