Ok, I am now officially nuts. I have written the ultimate wierdfic. The plotbunnies are hungry and they feed on my flesh. ñMm, tasty!î they say. Even now they nibble at my heels. Reviewing only encourages me. This may be a good thing, or it may be a bad thing. You decide. I donÍt own LotR. This may be a good thing also. Otherwise I would probably be writing weird stories about mutant noses. Oh, wait...
4/28
Hey, I'VE GOT A SEQUEL! WOOHOO, MORE MADNESS!
I just thought that perhaps you'd like to get aquainted with the Nose before I post it, which will be May 1st. So mark your calendars!
Peregrin Took crept along the streets of the Shire stealthily. He paused every few moments to make sure he was not followed. He made his way to Bag End and quietly snuck inside and rushed to Frodo Baggins's room. He gently shook him.
"Frodo, Frodo wake up!" Frodo stirred but turned over and pulled the blanket over his head. Pippin grabbed the glass of water on the bedstand and dumped it on Frodo's head. The hobbit spluttered and sat up.
"Pippin, what's the matter?" He blotted his hair with a pillow.
"Something's the matter with Merry. It's, it's, his nose." Pippin's lower lip wobbled.
Frodo started to laugh but the look in the other's eyes made him think twice. "What about his nose?"
"It's evil," whispered Pippin.
"Evil?" said Frodo trying with all his might not to laugh.
"He was asleep, and I was just looking to make sure it was real, and, and, and I'd rather not talk about it." He sat down on a chair.
"Well, this certainly is serious," said Frodo, lips atwiching. "Merry Brandybuck's nose is discovered to be evil by his cousin sneaking into his room at night, unexplainably of course. What shall we do?"
"Don't make fun, Fro. I could spread something about a certain person's eyes..." his voice trailed off.
"What?" said Frodo. "What about my eyes?"
"Oh, drat." Pippin seemed somewhat deflated. He bowed his head. "I just don't want him to get hurt, that's all..."
"Hurt by his own evil nose. I don't mind telling you, Pip, this is the most original story you've ever made up. But if you don't mind, it's a bit late to be storytelling. You can finish in the morning, you know, work out the details."
"But it's the truth!" cried Pippin.
"Out," said Frodo firmly.
Pippin stood and looked at him for a moment. Frodo thought for an instant that maybe his friend was for once telling the truth. But an evil nose? Sure it was rather large, and he had always teased Merry about it, but evil? Pippin sniffed and walked out dejectedly. Frodo was plagued by dreams that night, filled with Merry joking and laughing as usual, but with a nose thrice its normal size, and he had Pippin's eyes looking betrayedly at him.
4/28
Hey, I'VE GOT A SEQUEL! WOOHOO, MORE MADNESS!
I just thought that perhaps you'd like to get aquainted with the Nose before I post it, which will be May 1st. So mark your calendars!
Peregrin Took crept along the streets of the Shire stealthily. He paused every few moments to make sure he was not followed. He made his way to Bag End and quietly snuck inside and rushed to Frodo Baggins's room. He gently shook him.
"Frodo, Frodo wake up!" Frodo stirred but turned over and pulled the blanket over his head. Pippin grabbed the glass of water on the bedstand and dumped it on Frodo's head. The hobbit spluttered and sat up.
"Pippin, what's the matter?" He blotted his hair with a pillow.
"Something's the matter with Merry. It's, it's, his nose." Pippin's lower lip wobbled.
Frodo started to laugh but the look in the other's eyes made him think twice. "What about his nose?"
"It's evil," whispered Pippin.
"Evil?" said Frodo trying with all his might not to laugh.
"He was asleep, and I was just looking to make sure it was real, and, and, and I'd rather not talk about it." He sat down on a chair.
"Well, this certainly is serious," said Frodo, lips atwiching. "Merry Brandybuck's nose is discovered to be evil by his cousin sneaking into his room at night, unexplainably of course. What shall we do?"
"Don't make fun, Fro. I could spread something about a certain person's eyes..." his voice trailed off.
"What?" said Frodo. "What about my eyes?"
"Oh, drat." Pippin seemed somewhat deflated. He bowed his head. "I just don't want him to get hurt, that's all..."
"Hurt by his own evil nose. I don't mind telling you, Pip, this is the most original story you've ever made up. But if you don't mind, it's a bit late to be storytelling. You can finish in the morning, you know, work out the details."
"But it's the truth!" cried Pippin.
"Out," said Frodo firmly.
Pippin stood and looked at him for a moment. Frodo thought for an instant that maybe his friend was for once telling the truth. But an evil nose? Sure it was rather large, and he had always teased Merry about it, but evil? Pippin sniffed and walked out dejectedly. Frodo was plagued by dreams that night, filled with Merry joking and laughing as usual, but with a nose thrice its normal size, and he had Pippin's eyes looking betrayedly at him.