The Fandom Games

Day Two

The sponsors were being generous this day. First to see it was poor Legolas. They must have taken pity on him, after his fake father died and his real one ditched him. To his confusion, he received an explosive as he wandered about. We can only hope he won't blow his head off...

Tom was next to feel the love. As he rocked back and forth in a bush, hiding from Thorin and Tony Stark (who had decided that they would work better together, after the kidnapping incident. Tony agreed to forget it ever happened, actually thankful that Thorin had killed off his enemy) as the hunted for other tributes to take down, an ax floated down from the sky, landing softly in his lap. Staring at it in amazement, Tom felt hope spring alive deep inside him.

Last to be acknowledged was Ned, who after parting with Glorfindel, spent the day darting from tree to tree. The day passed by, and he was unable to find food, nor water. He searched fruitlessly, and finally as he thought that it may be the end, from the sky his saving grace appeared; a parachute, bearing a jug of clean, fresh water.

On the other side of the arena, Khan kept to himself, trudging up to higher ground. Hopefully he would gain advantage and spring a trap on the other tributes.

Jim Moriarty and Sherlock had met in the late morning, and after eyeing each other warily, the decided to join forces for the meantime. Around lunchtime, they were joined by an alarmed Bruce Banner, and shortly after, Glorfindel appeared, claiming he had a plan involving the Cornucopia

As it turns out, Spock was merely absent. Glorfindel received much rolling of eyes, but needless to say, they found themselves decently stocked in weapons and other supplies.

Now we join Overlord Rousdower and Wundy the Capybara...

After they agreed to separate for the morning, in order to find food, things... happened.

Rousy had suggested the idea, in the hopes Wundy would get... taken care of. In all truth, Rousy knew they probably had food to last them for the day (but we'll never know for sure..).

As Rousy wandered along, half-heartedly looking for edibles, she ran into the rather lost Legolas. Sniggering to herself, she struck up conversation with the oblivious elf, planning on getting rid of him when the chance presented itself.

It was not to be. A few minutes into the conversation, a hungover Thranduil made his appearance, scowling and clutching his head. Rousy was fully confident that she could take the both of them on (only because Thranduil was out of it and Legolas was oblivious), but just as she was reaching for her knife, Sauron made an appearance, looking fully aware and glaring suspiciously at the not-so-innocent looking human. After a silent stare-off they decided to go tribute hunting, just for the fun of it. They just so happened to come across poor Benedict's camp...

He returned to empty coffers.

Now we shall revisit Wundy. As she plodded along, she plotted the death of each tribute. She allotted some to Rousy, and saved the rest for herself. Then, she imagined how she might get rid of Rousy. She figured there wasn't really a way for both of them to win... She supposed she could shoot her, and say it was an accident?

Her musings were interrupted.

"So, ah, what do we have here?"

Wundy froze and her right eye twitched. Slowly turning, she glared murderously at the Joker.

If there was one truth that was to be held as gospel (besides the fact that dwarves are disgusting), it was that Wundy the Capybara...

Loathes.

DC.

The oblivious Joker kept on approaching, not noticing Wundy's murderous, heavy breathing.

"I say, it's not very, ah, safe to be wandering around alone? Where's your little-" he was interrupted by a stick to the face.

He didn't have time to register as he got smacked across the other side. He tried to retreat, only to be pinned to the ground, getting bashed across the head with an unfortunately large piece of wood.

"AAAAGH!" the Joker screamed, receiving several more smacks before he finally managed to remove the frothing Wundy from his person and run for his life. Growling, Wundy threw the stick at his retreating back, managing to get in one more strike. Stomping back the way she came, she paused momentarily and glared evilly at the person sitting beside the nearby stream.

Melkor.

They glared at each other mistrustfully, as Melkor recast his line into the stream. Wundy slowly looked from the bundle of fish beside him and back to his face. An unvoiced agreement was made, and the very angry Wundy returned to her camp.

Needless to say, Rousy knew she would probably have to hide in the tree for the night.

Only one cannon shot fired, and Loki's face flashed across the sky.

And Thranduil was viciously gleeful.

A/N: so... shorter chapter this time XD THANKS FOR THE VOTES AND COMMENTS! CJ_Callahan90 is laughing creepily in a corner about this story, so I'm just gonna go... hide now.