A\N: Well, this is my first stupid Lord of the Rings story. Again, I do not own any of the characters, only the storyline. Even if you sue, you will only get about 7 pennies. Enjoy!!

Eomer quickly picked up the undergarments of Aragorn and threw the cranberry juice on them. Then, he darted out the door.

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Gimli grabbed the bear pitcher and poured the liquid into 4 mugs. He passed the mugs out to Legolas, Aragorn, Eomer, and himself.

"Friends," he said, looking at them, "I think that we should have an alcohol contest. As for myself, I know that I can have at least 20 of these mugs."

Eomer gave him a quick, sly, glance. "I can drink 17. No more."

"20 for me." Aragorn said.

They turned to Legolas who was squirming uncomfortably in his seat. "It's not fair! Elves can't drink as much as men!"

"Has that ever been proven, Legolas?" Eomer asked.

"Fine. I'll say, um, 15 for me." Legolas said sheepishly.

"Then it's on!" Gimli shouted, slamming his fist onto the Rohirric table. The plates rattled from the force of the blow. They downed their first mug. Legolas drank his as a young child would drink unwanted medicine, but nonetheless, he drank it. Gimli looked a little surprised, but sure of himself. Aragorn was looking a little nervous. Eomer glanced at his companions as he poured them each another mug.

"Glass two."

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"Well, I've lasted 6 mugs, that's good-for an elf." Legolas said in a slurred voice.

"Let's see if you can manage 7!" Eomer shouted, passing over a mug to each of them.

"Why don't we have a burping contest?" Legolas asked, taking a gulp. The others swallowed their mugs, not paying attention to their elvish companion. Legolas wavered a little in his seat. He slammed down his mug on the table. There was a tremendous belch-from Legolas. He passed out.

A\N: Tell me how did!