~*~ A/N: I wrote this during math and English class so it's kind of lame.
I hope you enjoy it. It's based on the book. ~*~
Samwise Gamgee raised the pipe to his lips and looked at the young hobbit children looking up at him with wide eyes.
"What?" he asked with a laugh.
Sam's daughter, Elanor, pushed herself up and sat down on her father's lap. "Tell us a story," she replied. "Tell of Rivendell, or of Mount Doom."
Sam looked at her with admiration. "Alright," he replied, "but not of Mount Doom."
Elanor and the other children gave a cry of delight. "A story!" they cried. "A story, oh joy!"
Sam cleared his throat. "Well, it was Mr. Frodo and me," he began, "climbing along the steep cliffs of Emyn Muil."
"What's Emyn Muil?" a little boy interrupted.
"'Where is Emyn Muil?' you mean; and if you're quiet, maybe I'll tell you," Sam replied. "Were was I? Oh yes! Anyway, Mr. Frodo and me were climbing along, and suddenly we heard a noise. We looked up and saw a dark shadow following along after us."
"What was it?" Elanor cried.
Sam was becoming impatient. "If you listen, and don't interrupt I'll tell you," he replied. "We looked up and saw. Gollum, of all the vile creatures I wanted to meet. He was crawling along behind us, muttering something to himself. Something like this.."
. . . .
"Ach, cautious, my precious," Gollum hissed, "more haste less speed. We mustn't risk our necks."
All the while, he kept on getting closer, mumbling something to himself about Frodo and Sam being thieves, and other dreadful sorts of the things.
"It doesn't sound like he knows we here," Sam whispered to Frodo.
"Hush," Frodo warned, "we mustn't alarm him.'"
. . . .
"What did you do?" the little boy asked.
Sam threw up his arms in despair. "If you don't stop interrupting me, I'll never be able to tell you!" he cried.
The boy looked down, and Sam began his story again.
. . . .
Gollum stopped and looked about as if he heard the two hobbits hiding below him. That was when Sam found my chance: he jumped out his hiding place and tried to struggle the creature to the ground. But the creature was too strong for the poor hobbit. When Frodo saw his companion down, he ran out of from behind the rock, Sting in his hand, and jumped in between the two fighters.
. . . .
At this point Sam stopped and blew a smoke ring.
"Well?" Elanor asked, bouncing on Sam's knee. "Aren't you going to tell us?"
Sam gave her an inquisitive look. "Tell you what?" he asked.
Elanor gave her father a light punch on the shoulder. "The story," she replied casually.
Sam laughed. "That will have to be saved for another day," he replied.
~*~ A/N: Well I hope you liked it. I'm thinking of continuing it, but it's up to you guys. Please R&R. ~*~
Samwise Gamgee raised the pipe to his lips and looked at the young hobbit children looking up at him with wide eyes.
"What?" he asked with a laugh.
Sam's daughter, Elanor, pushed herself up and sat down on her father's lap. "Tell us a story," she replied. "Tell of Rivendell, or of Mount Doom."
Sam looked at her with admiration. "Alright," he replied, "but not of Mount Doom."
Elanor and the other children gave a cry of delight. "A story!" they cried. "A story, oh joy!"
Sam cleared his throat. "Well, it was Mr. Frodo and me," he began, "climbing along the steep cliffs of Emyn Muil."
"What's Emyn Muil?" a little boy interrupted.
"'Where is Emyn Muil?' you mean; and if you're quiet, maybe I'll tell you," Sam replied. "Were was I? Oh yes! Anyway, Mr. Frodo and me were climbing along, and suddenly we heard a noise. We looked up and saw a dark shadow following along after us."
"What was it?" Elanor cried.
Sam was becoming impatient. "If you listen, and don't interrupt I'll tell you," he replied. "We looked up and saw. Gollum, of all the vile creatures I wanted to meet. He was crawling along behind us, muttering something to himself. Something like this.."
. . . .
"Ach, cautious, my precious," Gollum hissed, "more haste less speed. We mustn't risk our necks."
All the while, he kept on getting closer, mumbling something to himself about Frodo and Sam being thieves, and other dreadful sorts of the things.
"It doesn't sound like he knows we here," Sam whispered to Frodo.
"Hush," Frodo warned, "we mustn't alarm him.'"
. . . .
"What did you do?" the little boy asked.
Sam threw up his arms in despair. "If you don't stop interrupting me, I'll never be able to tell you!" he cried.
The boy looked down, and Sam began his story again.
. . . .
Gollum stopped and looked about as if he heard the two hobbits hiding below him. That was when Sam found my chance: he jumped out his hiding place and tried to struggle the creature to the ground. But the creature was too strong for the poor hobbit. When Frodo saw his companion down, he ran out of from behind the rock, Sting in his hand, and jumped in between the two fighters.
. . . .
At this point Sam stopped and blew a smoke ring.
"Well?" Elanor asked, bouncing on Sam's knee. "Aren't you going to tell us?"
Sam gave her an inquisitive look. "Tell you what?" he asked.
Elanor gave her father a light punch on the shoulder. "The story," she replied casually.
Sam laughed. "That will have to be saved for another day," he replied.
~*~ A/N: Well I hope you liked it. I'm thinking of continuing it, but it's up to you guys. Please R&R. ~*~