The Insanity that Fate Brings

Chapter 1: Moth-balls

"FIREY EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! THE FIREY EYES SAMMY!!!!"

Sam groaned.

'It must be time for Frodo's daily mishap with the blender...'

Gandalf was asleep, sprawled out on the couch, wearing his customary sunglasses and can of miller-lite.

Gimli was yelling at Legolas for the fourth time that day not to over water his geraniums.

Aragorn was just staring transfixed at Legolas' pigtails.

"Getting in touch with his feminine side."

As the neighbor-girl called it.

She was sitting on their fence, snickering like a maniac.

The frightening thing was he actually looked good with pigtails.

Merry was in the kitchen cooking, and Pippin was still in the bathroom.

"I hate the world and the world hates me and Elrond is a liar!"

Pippin had gone what their neighbor, Kirstin, liked to call, "morbid-punk".

Frodo had been watching cartoons, but, with the blender and all, he was pretty tied up...literally.

"SAMMY!!!!!"

And Sam?

Well, Sam had gotten into drugs.

...

Not those type of drugs!

He was the "doctor" of the "family".

Well maybe he was a...bit...into those drugs...but still!

"SAMMY!!!!!! IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!!!!! HELP!!!!! MELLON!!!! ANYTHING!!! STOP THIS THING!!!!!"

And Saruman...had taken up being the official closet monkey.

Or as Aragorn liked to put it.

"He's smelling the moth balls, I swear."

Or how Legolas put it.

"It's the happy drugs."

TBC

I wrote this in four minutes...