Title: Lord of the Circus
Author: GrimsClockwork
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story; they either belong to Tolkien or Walt Disney. This story refrences Anthony Burgess, the Beatles, and a few movies.
Rating: T (for language and drug refrences)
Summary: The fellowship has been traveling for ages and is really down in the dumps, they need something to cheer them up and what better then a circus
Authors Note: I wasn't on pot or drunk when I wrote this I swear!! This story is for me, it's my tribute to my favorite movies of all time: Dumbo and Freaks. Please R&R, I love getting feed back, good or bad.
Chapter 1: Shrooms!!
It had been a rough couple of weeks for the fellowship. They had been traveling for weeks and that horrid ring was taking its toll on everyone. The negative energy the ring produced was spreading to everyone like a noxious gas, and it seemed to cause a weird sort of negative chain reaction among the fellowship. Frodo hadn't said a word in almost a week; he didn't even seem to look anywhere but his feet anymore. As a direct result of Frodo's depression Sam would randomly start crying. Boromir seemed to think that the way to deal with Sam's crying was to yell at him. Merry and Pippin became increasingly ruder to Boromir because they hated to see Sam mistreated. Aragorn was stuck in the middle. He hated seeing Sam being yelled at but his crying was so damn annoying that he only half-heartedly tried to stop Boromir. Legolas absorbed all the negative energy like a blonde sponge and took to keeping his distance from all of them. Gimli had taken to tailing Legolas. Even Gandalf didn't feel like smoking his pipe anymore.
The sky was quickly going dark, but for some reason no one wanted to be the first to say it was time to stop. Finally Sam timidly said, "Perhaps we should stop for the night."
"What is the little hobbit to sleepy to continue," Boromir said mockingly.
"Hey," Merry interjected. "He's not the one whose been slowing us up for the last hour and a half-hour."
"Excuse me," Boromir said scathingly
"Yeah," Pippin said. "See that snail over there? He says you're the one going to slow."
Before Boromir could say anything to this statement Aragorn cut in. "Sam's right we should stop."
Sam let out a small sigh of relief, and all of them settled down for the night. Legolas looked around at the group of Debbie-Downers he was calling his companions. This really was getting annoying, if there's one thing the elf couldn't stand it was this much negative energy. He would be willing to kiss Boromir if it meant that everyone would just cheer up a little. He desperately wanted something to happen to change the mood, anything. His musings where cut off by Boromir's angry voice.
"I'm starving, isn't there anything besides that crappy elf bread to eat."
Legolas looked around and spotted a patch of mushrooms. He pointed them out to the others. Merry, Pippin, and Boromir came over and ate some. Legolas ate the few that where left. A few minutes after they at the mushrooms, Aragorn began to notice that something was a little off with those that had eaten the mushrooms; they where all looking around them with awed looks on their faces.
"Are you guys ok" he said sounding nervous. He didn't get an answer, at least not a verbal one. Merry and Pippin where looking at their hands as though they where the most intense things they had ever seen. Boromir has curled himself up into the fetal position and was looking truly terrified. Legolas has stood up and was looking at the trees and the sky with a dazed look on his face. The rest of the fellowship had noticed the strange behavior and where growing concerned.
"Hey hobbits," Gimli said to Merry and Pippin to whom he was closest. "What are you high or something?"
"Wow…when did the night get so bright," Merry said to no one in particular.
"Look at all the colors man," Pippin said.
"Yes Gimli," Gandalf said chuckling. "I think have eaten magic mushrooms."
"I am he is you are he is you are me and we are all together," Legolas said dreamily dancing on the spot.
"JESUS CHRIST ON A BIKE," Gimli exclaimed. "What are we suppose to do?!"
"All we can do is wait for the effects to wear off, since they didn't eat much it shouldn't take more then a few hours."
Sam noticed that Boromir still looked scared, not fully understanding why he cared he turned to Gandalf and said, "Boromir isn't looking well Mr. Gandalf"
"He's just having a bad trip, clearly a direct result of his bad mood. Don't worry we just have to keep an eye on him and everything would be fine." Gandalf said wisely as he lit up his pipe.
The non-shrooming members of the fellowship where less then happy that they not had to be baby sitters, but they couldn't help but be entertained by their behavior. Sam couldn't help but feel some grim satisfaction at Boromir's situation. "Karmas a bitch isn't it?" he thought to himself.