DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Lord of the Rings.
"What do you mean I have to destroy some stupid ring Bilbo gave me? The old geezer should just do it himself!" exclaimed Frodo about the fact that he now had to trudge to Mordor, which itself is no easy task, not to mention the fact that it wasn't exactly short either. Then he had to make his way across Mordor, the land where evil consumes you, fight off many unknown terrors, and climb up a mountain, just to toss some silly little ring into a volcano! Frodo had thought the Ring so insignificant that it wouldn't even sell at a flea market! Oh yeah, and while he was doing this there would be a war going on which was also trying to save the world and Sauron and his dark servants would be out searching for him. This was no easy task.
"So you should leave right away. Wait! What's that sound?" Gandalf reached out the window only to retrieve Sam, Frodo's gardener.
"EKK! Please don't hurt me!" Sam squealed.
"I've got an even better idea! You are going on a hopeless...I mean...difficult...journey with Frodo to rid Middle Earth of evil." Gandalf grinned evilly.
"I SAID please don't hurt me! I think that falls under the classification of you hurting me!" argued Sam.
"Nooo.... It falls under the classification of sending you off on an unpromising journey and indirectly hurting you."
"ANYWAY!" Frodo interrupted, "Why me?"
"Because all the leaders of Middle Earth volunteered you, and to make it seem fair meet me in Rivendell for the Council of Elrond, where we will all pretend to listen to your worthless ideas." Said Gandalf lazily.
"Fine! I guess we'll leave tomorrow." agreed Frodo, but reluctantly.
The next day Frodo and Sam left for Rivendell, only to have Gandalf abandon them before they were even out of the Shire.
Soon, they were trampled by Merry and Pippin, who didn't really understand the whole hopeless journey thing and just thought they were all going on a road trip.
"Can I drive?" inquired Pippin.
"What are you going to drive, a giant carrot?? Mmmmm... carrots..." drooled Merry. "Besides, you couldn't even see over the steering wheel!"
"So! I'll sit on vegetables!"
"No... you'll eat the vegetables!"
"Mr. Frodo, do you think they will shut up anytime through the whole trip?" said Sam.
"No. No, Sam, I highly doubt it. Thank goodness for these!" responded Frodo, as he handed Sam a pair of earplugs.
"On the road again! I can't wait to be back on the road again! Lalala!" Merry and Pippin sang quite loudly.
"Shut up!" screamed a very annoyed Sam.
"Every party needs a pooper that's why we invited you!" chanted Merry and Pippin.
"Goodbye everyone! I'm going to my happy place." Said Sam as he closed his eyes and started to hum and mutter things like "Potatoes" and "Mushrooms". A huge grin spread across his face.
"Are we there yet?" whined Merry.
"No stupid. Does it look like we're there yet? We're in the middle of no where!" said Pippin, "Hey Frodo, where are we going anyway?"
"Gandalf told me to go to the Nancing Pony, and he would hopefully be there waiting." replied Frodo.
"What? He wants us to go find a gay horse?" said a dumbstruck Merry.
"No you idiot! It's the name of the inn!" said Frodo.
"Oooo... Well you have to specify those types of things."
"I'm with stupid." said Frodo, very exasperated.
"What do you mean I have to destroy some stupid ring Bilbo gave me? The old geezer should just do it himself!" exclaimed Frodo about the fact that he now had to trudge to Mordor, which itself is no easy task, not to mention the fact that it wasn't exactly short either. Then he had to make his way across Mordor, the land where evil consumes you, fight off many unknown terrors, and climb up a mountain, just to toss some silly little ring into a volcano! Frodo had thought the Ring so insignificant that it wouldn't even sell at a flea market! Oh yeah, and while he was doing this there would be a war going on which was also trying to save the world and Sauron and his dark servants would be out searching for him. This was no easy task.
"So you should leave right away. Wait! What's that sound?" Gandalf reached out the window only to retrieve Sam, Frodo's gardener.
"EKK! Please don't hurt me!" Sam squealed.
"I've got an even better idea! You are going on a hopeless...I mean...difficult...journey with Frodo to rid Middle Earth of evil." Gandalf grinned evilly.
"I SAID please don't hurt me! I think that falls under the classification of you hurting me!" argued Sam.
"Nooo.... It falls under the classification of sending you off on an unpromising journey and indirectly hurting you."
"ANYWAY!" Frodo interrupted, "Why me?"
"Because all the leaders of Middle Earth volunteered you, and to make it seem fair meet me in Rivendell for the Council of Elrond, where we will all pretend to listen to your worthless ideas." Said Gandalf lazily.
"Fine! I guess we'll leave tomorrow." agreed Frodo, but reluctantly.
The next day Frodo and Sam left for Rivendell, only to have Gandalf abandon them before they were even out of the Shire.
Soon, they were trampled by Merry and Pippin, who didn't really understand the whole hopeless journey thing and just thought they were all going on a road trip.
"Can I drive?" inquired Pippin.
"What are you going to drive, a giant carrot?? Mmmmm... carrots..." drooled Merry. "Besides, you couldn't even see over the steering wheel!"
"So! I'll sit on vegetables!"
"No... you'll eat the vegetables!"
"Mr. Frodo, do you think they will shut up anytime through the whole trip?" said Sam.
"No. No, Sam, I highly doubt it. Thank goodness for these!" responded Frodo, as he handed Sam a pair of earplugs.
"On the road again! I can't wait to be back on the road again! Lalala!" Merry and Pippin sang quite loudly.
"Shut up!" screamed a very annoyed Sam.
"Every party needs a pooper that's why we invited you!" chanted Merry and Pippin.
"Goodbye everyone! I'm going to my happy place." Said Sam as he closed his eyes and started to hum and mutter things like "Potatoes" and "Mushrooms". A huge grin spread across his face.
"Are we there yet?" whined Merry.
"No stupid. Does it look like we're there yet? We're in the middle of no where!" said Pippin, "Hey Frodo, where are we going anyway?"
"Gandalf told me to go to the Nancing Pony, and he would hopefully be there waiting." replied Frodo.
"What? He wants us to go find a gay horse?" said a dumbstruck Merry.
"No you idiot! It's the name of the inn!" said Frodo.
"Oooo... Well you have to specify those types of things."
"I'm with stupid." said Frodo, very exasperated.