Flying in with the Snow is (winterhawk) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-02-18 13:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: lord of the rings, frodo baggins, plot: switch |
Hotel: A wardrobe malfunction
Who: Chay / Frodo
What: Wrong place, Wrong time.
Where: Passages Hotel
When: Late Sunday Night.
Warnings: Wardrobe malfunction?
Starlight
Sprinkled like frost
across the winter sky
shielding us from the dark, but oh
so cold.
It was late and Cael had already left for work at the Wynn. So Chay figured he would give another shot at opening one of the doors at the hotel. This time he was going to come better prepared for a 'breaking and entering'. It wasn't like there was a huge security presence in the place to stop him.
Chay arrived at the Hotel bent on finding at least one door that would open, perhaps with a little persuasion of his hatchet pipe. Having tried the first few floors with lock picks before, and not getting the result he needed. He tossed a dice in the air. It worked in Craps. Why not here.. First Roll Three.. Second Roll lucky number sex. Okay third floor, room 306 it is. At least it had a working elevator. I do not like this floor that moves, Chetan It was a rather slow piece of equipment and Chay regretted not being able to take two steps at a time. At least, it would have quieted the fuss that Frodo was making in his head. "Hush, it is only a quicker way then the stairs." Following a faint ping the door slid open and they stepped off into the quiet 3rd floor and.......
And they didn't even have a chance to try a pick,
or a non-existent key..
or raise a hatchet..
Or HELLO! Even reach the door in the first place.
The world had turned on it's side and he felt his jeans nearly slide down to his knees.
Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka!
"By Elbereth!"
Ai.. Well Mr. Frodo Baggins.. I think we might have broken something here.. Didn't Malcolm say that you were supposed to be the one in charge and I was just coming along for the ride, after we went through a hotel door?
"I told you that the floor moving was not safe, Chetan."
Frodo grabbed the waistband of his breeks and fisted the canvas into a knot. Finally with much slippage he was able to tie the belt up as best he could and headed back toward the stairwell, a good 4 inches of fabric getting underneath his.. shoes?? SHOES?? Well my clothes and shoes would normally fit. Frodo kicked off the offensive things and stared down at his smaller? SMALLER?.. HOW DO YOU EVEN BALANCE IN THESE? He took a few tentative steps afraid that any moment he would tumble over sideways or frontways or backways with the uncomfortableness of it. The shirt. "This is not a shirt it is as long as night clothes" was hanging almost to his knees, but at least it covered up the telltale signs of breeks half hanging off his lower body. These fit almost as bad as the orc clothes that Sam had stolen for him. At least those were a little closer to his size. And.. And.. "Hey! I am taller. Almost the size of one of the Gondorian archers." don't forget my shoes.. Shuffling along and leaving the shoes in the hallway he headed back down to the steps
Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka! Na da ma y azan!
Frodo shook his head. "I do not even know what that means." He wasn't going anywhere with clothes that don't fit and the ones at Bag End, even if they arrived there wouldn't fit now. Will not matter anyways if he took a spill down the stairs from tripping over all the extra cloth. "Look at me, I bet I am nearly two feet taller than before." The shuffling gait continued as he got use to the feel of his feet under his body again.
Why couldn't it have been someone in my head that could drive?
"OH HEY -" There was a pause in the staircase decent and Frodo broke out with a bright, laugh. "I GET TO DRIVE??!"
Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka! No.
"Seems Mr Chetan Winters you have no choice."
Na da ma y azan!
*"Na da ma y azan!" = "i have a headache"