Random One Shots

A/N: well, this story is my first LOTR fic, and it takes place when the hobbits are in Rivendell and are bored as the wait for the council of Elrond to begin. These are one shot stories of the hobbits life in the shire as is told by the hobbits when they are Rivendell to ease their boredom. Constructive criticisms welcome, however flames shall be smote with my ever powerful and mighty spam blocker! (mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!) I hope you all enjoy it, my aim was to keep lotr as sacred as possible to the design of tolkein, but with some added comic relief, in which I hope I have not gone overboard with… Anyway, onward!


INTRODUCTION/PROLOGUE/WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT

It was a relatively pleasant day in Rivendell, with only the foreboding sense of Elrond's council looming in the back of the hobbits' minds. They were enjoying there stay in the city of elves, and very reluctant to leave it so soon. The hobbits known as Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo were congregated on a sandy shore next to the peaceful river that had once, enraged, carried the dark riders down stream to places and depths unknown. A still silence in the air, each hobbit knew that the other was fretting, the tension in the air seemed overwhelming, in the magically enhanced peace and calm that surrounded them.

Pippin, even though he was just as nervous as the others, was able to control it as he skipped pebbles in the water to distract himself.

Merry watched the pebbles soundlessly, daydreaming of the Shire and what mischief he could be making if he were there and this whole dark situation had never happened.

Sam was sprawled out on the sand, absorbing the sun's warmth, thinking about how Rosie and his dear old gaffer were faring, though he would never think of leaving his dear 'Mr. Frodo'.

Frodo, a little detached from the group, was mulling over the circumstances in his mind, troubling himself greatly over what this hole adventure had in store for him, if he'd be returning to the Shire, or going onward. It all depended on the decisions made at the council in a few hours' time.

Suddenly Pippin sat bolt upright, and exclaimed, "This is nonsense! The more I just sit here, the more I worry about you going to the council, Frodo! I need to get my mind of it, and sitting here isn't going to help, I propose that we do something, something to distract us all!"

The other hobbits just stared at him for a moment, surprised at his sudden outburst. However, Merry soon stood up and declared, "Pippin's right for once," (Pippin glared at him) "We need to do something, anything to ease this boredom!

"Well," Sam began.

"Anybody else have any ideas?" Merry interrupted.

"Hey, I wasn't finished!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know, did it ever occur to you that I simply didn't want you to finish?" Merry replied.

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I didn't want to finish either!" Sam responded feebly, not able to think of anything clever.

The other hobbits gave him a perplexed look, all except Frodo, that is, he was still deep in thought by the riverbank, seemingly indifferent to the argument taking place.

"Hey I know!" Pippin exclaimed, "We could sneak into Gandalf's house, take his pipe, and see how long it takes him to realize we have it!"

"Nah, that won't work, he carries that thing everywhere with him." Sam said quickly before he could be cut off.

The hobbits made several other suggestions, each one being blown off and disregarded, all except Frodo, he was still glued to the riverbank, with Elmer's superglue. ('I wonder how long it will take him to realize that he can't move when he wants to…' Pippin thought, thinking that maybe he shouldn't have used so much superglue, he hadn't thought Frodo would stay still for so long…)

"Well what do you think we should do, Mr. Frodo?" Samwise Gamgee (I LOVE that name!) addressed Frodo, finally noticing that the troubled hobbit had not said anything.

Frodo did not seem to hear Sam, and continued looking into space, deep in thought.

Sam hobbled over, gave Frodo a slight poke in the back and said, "Um, Mr. Frodo?"

Still no reaction.

"Hello? Mr. FRODOOOOOOOO! Middle earth to FRODOOOOO!" he yelled directly in his ear, poking him repeatedly.

"Huh, what?" Frodo replied, after shaking his head a bit to clear it.

Sam started to answer but Pippin cut in saying, "WE BORED GANDALF PIPE MERRY MEAN SAM DUMB FRODO GLUED SAM YELL LOOK A SQUIRREL!" and he started chasing a red squirrel that crossed his path.

"Uhhhhhh, yeah." Merry surmised, "What I think he means is that we need something to do and were wondering if you had any ideas?"

"Well, my dear old Bilbo would recite poetry or sing a song, but since we aren't dimwitted fools I suggest we reminisce for no apparent reason."

"You mean we aren't dimwitted fools? SWEET!" Merry Exclaimed.

"Riiiiight... Well, how about if I start since it was my idea?" Frodo commented.

"Sounds good to me." Merry stated.

"Yes Mr. Frodo, you can go first!" Sam enthusiastically suggested.

"Hold on, we should go get Pippin first, that squirrel is starting to froth at the mouth." Frodo pointed out to the other two.


A/N: well, that's the intro, all the following chapters will be one shots of the hobbits telling of their adventures. So, stay tuned to hear Frodo's tale, and to see if he can be rescued from his ummm, sticky situation…