DISCLAIMERS: I wish.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because my other short, pointless stories were not a exactly a hit. (one pitiful review) I've decided to remove the stories "The Dark Figure" and "Poor Evenstar". I have only kept this one, for it is one of my personal favorites, and I LUV seeing Frodo all worried. (ist so cuteith!) *achem,* I present to you…
… An Interesting use of Shears
Frodo was fretful. He was going BALD. I mean, he thought he would never. True, he was
about 20 years older than the rest of his friends, but if the ring had kept his features
young, why not the head to go with it? Frodo stared anxiously at the mirror and it's
reflection. There was a little chunk of hair missing at the very top, and made his dark
curly hair look unusual indeed.
Behind the door, Pippin and Merry were having silent fits of giggles. The night before,
they had sneaked into Frodo's room, and trimmed his wee hobbit head with a pair of pony
shears. Right now, as they listened to him mutter worries to himself, it was difficult not to
just die from laughter.
Sam was making first breakfast. He had good hearing. So he could hear the supposedly
"silent" giggles that were issuing from the two cousins' mouths. He went to see what was
going on. Sam saw Merry and Pippin sitting on the floor near the bathroom. "Scoot!" he
yelled. The two looked at each other, and ran off, giggling again.
Sam knocked gingerly on the door. "Mr. Frodo? Your breakfast's ready"
"Go away Sam!" came the hasty reply.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"…No…maybe later"
"What's the matter Mr. Frodo?"
"Nothing, nothing, go serve breakfast, I'll be out in a second."
"Alright"
Sam went to serve breakfast. A few minutes later, Frodo came out. He had brushed his
hair into a comb-over. It wasn't very flattering. At all.
"What's gotten into your hair today, Mr. Frodo?"
"Nothing, Sam, it looks the same as has always been."
"Are you sure? It looks a tad bit uneven, here, let me fix it for you."
Before Frodo could stop him, Sam had gotten a brush, and was re-parting his hair. As he
parted it, a look of astonishment comes across Sam's face.
"Mr. Frodo, I don't mean to rude an'all, but it looks like your hair is defoliating."
"No it's not!"
"Achem, I believe it is sir. I'm not blind, Mr. Frodo." At this remark, Frodo burst out into
a flood of tears.
"O! Sam! I believe I'm going bald! It's so awfully humiliating!"
"Er…ah… not at all! It looks very, eh, becoming!"
"…You-you think so?"
"Yes… of course! Such a lovely spot of no hair!"
"In fact, you look even more beautifuller than ever!"
"Why thank you Sam! You know, I think it's starting to grow on me. I sort of like it
now."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Frodo finished his breakfast, and walked outside to bathe in
the Sun. He caught sight of Merry and Pip, and waved gaily at them. The two cousins
were confused, and in their confusion stopped giggling.
Two weeks later:
"NNNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Frodo hollered.
Sam came running. "What is it, Mr. Frodo?"
"My, my spot! My beautiful bald spot! It's GONE! Waaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And Merry and Pippin giggled once again.
The end ^.~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because my other short, pointless stories were not a exactly a hit. (one pitiful review) I've decided to remove the stories "The Dark Figure" and "Poor Evenstar". I have only kept this one, for it is one of my personal favorites, and I LUV seeing Frodo all worried. (ist so cuteith!) *achem,* I present to you…
… An Interesting use of Shears
Frodo was fretful. He was going BALD. I mean, he thought he would never. True, he was
about 20 years older than the rest of his friends, but if the ring had kept his features
young, why not the head to go with it? Frodo stared anxiously at the mirror and it's
reflection. There was a little chunk of hair missing at the very top, and made his dark
curly hair look unusual indeed.
Behind the door, Pippin and Merry were having silent fits of giggles. The night before,
they had sneaked into Frodo's room, and trimmed his wee hobbit head with a pair of pony
shears. Right now, as they listened to him mutter worries to himself, it was difficult not to
just die from laughter.
Sam was making first breakfast. He had good hearing. So he could hear the supposedly
"silent" giggles that were issuing from the two cousins' mouths. He went to see what was
going on. Sam saw Merry and Pippin sitting on the floor near the bathroom. "Scoot!" he
yelled. The two looked at each other, and ran off, giggling again.
Sam knocked gingerly on the door. "Mr. Frodo? Your breakfast's ready"
"Go away Sam!" came the hasty reply.
"Aren't you hungry?"
"…No…maybe later"
"What's the matter Mr. Frodo?"
"Nothing, nothing, go serve breakfast, I'll be out in a second."
"Alright"
Sam went to serve breakfast. A few minutes later, Frodo came out. He had brushed his
hair into a comb-over. It wasn't very flattering. At all.
"What's gotten into your hair today, Mr. Frodo?"
"Nothing, Sam, it looks the same as has always been."
"Are you sure? It looks a tad bit uneven, here, let me fix it for you."
Before Frodo could stop him, Sam had gotten a brush, and was re-parting his hair. As he
parted it, a look of astonishment comes across Sam's face.
"Mr. Frodo, I don't mean to rude an'all, but it looks like your hair is defoliating."
"No it's not!"
"Achem, I believe it is sir. I'm not blind, Mr. Frodo." At this remark, Frodo burst out into
a flood of tears.
"O! Sam! I believe I'm going bald! It's so awfully humiliating!"
"Er…ah… not at all! It looks very, eh, becoming!"
"…You-you think so?"
"Yes… of course! Such a lovely spot of no hair!"
"In fact, you look even more beautifuller than ever!"
"Why thank you Sam! You know, I think it's starting to grow on me. I sort of like it
now."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Frodo finished his breakfast, and walked outside to bathe in
the Sun. He caught sight of Merry and Pip, and waved gaily at them. The two cousins
were confused, and in their confusion stopped giggling.
Two weeks later:
"NNNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Frodo hollered.
Sam came running. "What is it, Mr. Frodo?"
"My, my spot! My beautiful bald spot! It's GONE! Waaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And Merry and Pippin giggled once again.
The end ^.~