Disclaimer: they're not mine. Duh. If the characters were mine, I would
be dancing happily in happy because I would be rich. Also, I would be
dead. Since I am NOT dead, at least I wasn't the last time I checked, they
don't belong to me.
Gandalf: (falling at an amazing speed) AAAAAAAAAH
Frodo: AAAAAAAH
Giant Freaky Monster Made Of Fire (from here on "George"): Roar
Suddenly, Frodo awoke, panting.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Samwise, Frodo's best friend.
"I-I was hallucinating again!" Frodo said, "I thought I saw Gandalf and-and-and George!"
"Who's George?" Sam asked.
"Well," snapped Frodo, "if you had read the story you would have known!"
"Ok." responded Sam, wondering if the effects of the drugs Frodo had taken had completely worn off. Frodo shook his head and turned over to go back to sleep.
Frodo was still turning over and over, thinking of food (especially his dear old Granny's chocolate laxative pies "tasty AND helpful") when he heard a noise.
"My precious," said the voice.
"Sam, stop! I told you, I just want to be friends!"
Sam turned over in his bed. "Wha? Huh? Whadda say?" Frodo stopped and considered for a moment. Really, the voice HADN'T sounded like Sam's at all. In fact, when he heard the voice, Sam was snoring. That meant something, right? After a while, Frodo figured out that it would be very hard for Sam to snore and talk at the same time. This sent an icy chill down his spine, for it meant that there was someone-or something (insert creepy music) near them.
Frodo heard the voice again. "The precious! The precious, I am here! I have come for you, my precious!"
This time, however, Frodo was ready for it.
"We don't have any precious things. Well, unless you count the ring that I have that can control just about anything. But you get all evil and stuff, so you probably don't want it, unless you want to just rule the world.evilly." Wow, that sounded a lot better in his head. Frodo was just starting to rephrase it when the creature which owned the voice jumped at him.
"Precious!" He/she/it landed right on Frodo and started to grab at the ring, while continuously screaming "PRECIOUS!!" manically. Frodo shouted several times, finally waking the snoring Sam
"Whas wrong?" Sam asked, groggy with sleep.
"Thimble-head, this he/she/it/thing is grabbing the you-know-what-the powerful ring!"
Sam scratched his head. "That's, um, bad, right?"
Frodo sighed. The creature thing lunged again for the ring, almost pulling Frodo's head off his neck.
After a long, fierce battle, Frodo and Sam finally got the creature away from the ring. Sam tied it to a long rope, and dragged it behind them.
"Hey, maybe he's a genie! You know, and he'll grant us three wishes- I know what I'D wish for-3 cheese 'n' avocado sandwiches! How bout you?"
"Imbecile," Frodo replied calmly, "Genies are blue and sing 'You never had a friend like me.' He's not singing, is he?"
"No," Sam admitted unhappily. The curious pack traveled on for a while, the creature-Gollum-leading them. Finally, they reached a mountain outside Morador-the place where they had to be.
Gandalf: (falling at an amazing speed) AAAAAAAAAH
Frodo: AAAAAAAH
Giant Freaky Monster Made Of Fire (from here on "George"): Roar
Suddenly, Frodo awoke, panting.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Samwise, Frodo's best friend.
"I-I was hallucinating again!" Frodo said, "I thought I saw Gandalf and-and-and George!"
"Who's George?" Sam asked.
"Well," snapped Frodo, "if you had read the story you would have known!"
"Ok." responded Sam, wondering if the effects of the drugs Frodo had taken had completely worn off. Frodo shook his head and turned over to go back to sleep.
Frodo was still turning over and over, thinking of food (especially his dear old Granny's chocolate laxative pies "tasty AND helpful") when he heard a noise.
"My precious," said the voice.
"Sam, stop! I told you, I just want to be friends!"
Sam turned over in his bed. "Wha? Huh? Whadda say?" Frodo stopped and considered for a moment. Really, the voice HADN'T sounded like Sam's at all. In fact, when he heard the voice, Sam was snoring. That meant something, right? After a while, Frodo figured out that it would be very hard for Sam to snore and talk at the same time. This sent an icy chill down his spine, for it meant that there was someone-or something (insert creepy music) near them.
Frodo heard the voice again. "The precious! The precious, I am here! I have come for you, my precious!"
This time, however, Frodo was ready for it.
"We don't have any precious things. Well, unless you count the ring that I have that can control just about anything. But you get all evil and stuff, so you probably don't want it, unless you want to just rule the world.evilly." Wow, that sounded a lot better in his head. Frodo was just starting to rephrase it when the creature which owned the voice jumped at him.
"Precious!" He/she/it landed right on Frodo and started to grab at the ring, while continuously screaming "PRECIOUS!!" manically. Frodo shouted several times, finally waking the snoring Sam
"Whas wrong?" Sam asked, groggy with sleep.
"Thimble-head, this he/she/it/thing is grabbing the you-know-what-the powerful ring!"
Sam scratched his head. "That's, um, bad, right?"
Frodo sighed. The creature thing lunged again for the ring, almost pulling Frodo's head off his neck.
After a long, fierce battle, Frodo and Sam finally got the creature away from the ring. Sam tied it to a long rope, and dragged it behind them.
"Hey, maybe he's a genie! You know, and he'll grant us three wishes- I know what I'D wish for-3 cheese 'n' avocado sandwiches! How bout you?"
"Imbecile," Frodo replied calmly, "Genies are blue and sing 'You never had a friend like me.' He's not singing, is he?"
"No," Sam admitted unhappily. The curious pack traveled on for a while, the creature-Gollum-leading them. Finally, they reached a mountain outside Morador-the place where they had to be.