Where's the Script?

by Aria Breuer

Eh… Frodo, the only hobbit who was in need of a script, was passed a new script from our recent brown haired hobbit director, who had a very quirky personality.

Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.

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This is just something random I thought of when I was bored.

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Frodo Baggins, a curly brown-haired hobbit with lighter-than-usual skin, bright eyes, and a perky personality that only—

"Ahem!" Frodo coughed towards our narrator.

Eh… Frodo, the only hobbit who was in need of a script, was passed a new script from our recent brown haired hobbit director, who had a very quirky personality.

"Quirky?" Frodo asked, glaring at the narrator.

Work with me.

"Whatever," the brown-haired hobbit said, "Hey! The name's Samwise Gamgee and I—" he sighed in defeat. "We need a new narrator."

"Sam, what do you call this?" Frodo said, wide eyed over the script. He read it aloud. "'The dog is howling at the moon. I have lost my twenty dollars. I cannot find the cat food canister…'"

Sam snatched the script from him. He called out through the open doorway. "Who wrote this script?"

"I did." Merry Brandybuck, a brown-haired hobbit with an over-the-top desire to— "Ahem!" Sorry… "Anyway, do you like it? I know it's rough around the edges, but…"

"Come here." Sam said, charging after him. "I'll make sure you and Mr. Pippin correct this script, before I'll…"

"We'll correct it, Sam. Don't worry," Pippin Took, an almost golden-haired hobbit who was still innocent in nature, squeaked towards his friends.

Frodo shook his head. "They'll get a new script in. In the meantime, I'll wait." Sooner than later, he did receive a new script. Now, he was ready for whatever story awaited him. That much was certain.

The End.

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Thanks for reading. :)