Disclaimer: Tolkien owns the Lord of the Rings, and I, the Lady of Mowzerness, own it not.
Note: The following…um…chapters have no story. Each chapter is its own random, Lord of the Rings based thingy.
The Fellowship Goes Trick-or-Treating
It was a dark and scary (well, not really) Halloween night and the fellowship was embarking on a quest…FOR FREE CANDY!
Scary music: DUN DUN DUN!
Hobbits: YAY!
One by one the fellowship arrived at Bag End. Frodo, dressed as a red devil, first greeted Sam (an M&M), Pippin, (a bunny), and Merry (Mickey Mouse). They quickly went through an entire bag of Halloween candy before Aragorn, in a vampire costume, arrived.
"Hey, where's the little woman," Pippin asked through a mouthful of skittles.
"ARWEN decided to stay home. She stopped trick-or-treating several millennia ago," Aragorn responded.
As he spoke, Boromir, dressed as Elvis, arrived and immediately looked around for the ring. Legolas rang the door bell in a Wicked Witch of the West costume and was followed inside by Gimli. The dwarf was wearing only a pair of plastic glasses with a fake nose and eyebrows attached.
At last, Gandalf arrived.
"You're late," Frodo informed him.
"A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives PRECISLY when he means too, thanks to this." (He showed off his new Rolex watch.)
"Yes, well, when you MEANT to arrive was late to the rest of us. Let's go! Chop chop!"
"WAIT!" shouted Gandalf. "The authoress has failed to mention my costume."
Heh heh. Woops. AHEM:
Gandalf was dressed as the grim reaper.
Sorry. Carry on.
"Thank you, lady." Gandalf lead the way out the door. "Let us go get our FREE CANDY!"
Scary music: DUN DUN DUN!
Several hours later:
"I'm scared," said Legolas.
"Stupid elves," said Gimli.
"I need longer to get the ring…I mean…more candy," said Boromir.
"It never got this cold in Rivendell," said Aragorn.
"All the pumpkins will be dead soon," said Sam.
"Can I have some of your candy?" Merry asked.
Getting a wild look in his eyes, Frodo yelled "NO! It's MINE! My own!"
"I have to pee," said Pippin.
And so, with that, the fellowship went their separate ways; muttering about the cold, the dark, and how the authoress has failed to make this chapter humorous.
Fin. For now.
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A/N: I'm sorry. That chapter was really stupid. It will get funnier, I promise! I just had to post this before Halloween, and somewhere in all the rush it became despairingly dull.
I suppose I deserve a bunch of flames for that. So send them! It's really cold here anyway.
