Chapter one.
May my smelly gym socks one day send you to a far away camp somewhere in Texas.
This is just a weird crossover of the lord of the rings and holes.
Disclaimer: I own a computer and a pad of paper. I don't even have a pen! That's all I own, so I obviously don't own any copyrighted material!
It was a bright, sunny morning, that…Tuesday. Aragon woke up and once again smelled his dad cooking shoelaces, to try and see if he could find someway to make them smell better. Honestly, he never really thought shoelaces smelled. But apparently they did. He yawned and stretched. He began to wonder what his mother had cooked for breakfast. He glanced at his clock. Three in the afternoon. Good he would make it to school on time.
"Morning mum…" He said sleepily walking into the kitchen of the apartment.
"No no honey, it's three o' clock in the afternoon. You aren't going to school today because you have to appear in court remember? You stole King Theoden's smelly old gym socks?"
He stared at his mother in disbelief.
"What?" He snapped.
"Don't snap at me! It's not like I stole the Kings gym socks! And for Peter's sake, get some clothes on. No one in this household wants to see you naked."
Aragon immediately blushed, looked down and went to put on his best Powerpuff girl shirt, and Levi jeans.
Meanwhile, some where in the Shire
"Come on! Get up! You ain't in Girlscouts anymore girly!" Mr. Sir said shaking the boy roughly.
"But Mr.Sir, it's two in the morning. Can't sleep a little lon…"
"NO!! Now get up Yelnats! And cook my breakfast while your at it."
Stanley groaned, got out of bed and grabbed a few eggs.
"We only have a couple of eggs Mr. Sir. So it's scrambled eggs for breakfast."
"Just don't set the hobbit hole on fire again!"
Just a week ago, Stanley had accidentally set fire to the hobbit hole, and singed his furry hobbit feet in the process. The Fire hobbits had to be called. They had lifted a tiny hose, about the size of a garden hose you or I use and extinguished the fire. Or started to.
They had been doing a nice job at first. But then 9:00 came. It was the Fire hobbits official second breakfast time, and they don't skip it for anything. Even if they're burning.
Stanley rolled his eyes in disgust as he remembered how Mr. Sir had blamed him for the Fire hobbits taking second breakfast.
"WHATS TAKING SO LONG WITH THOSE EGGS YELNATS!?" A shout came from Mr. Sir's perch at the breakfast table. "I NEED MA EGGS!!!!
He sighed once more. It was another day at the Sir Hobbit hole.