(A/N: I love how in the Fellowship Frodo offers the ring to anyone. I can see him just walking down a road as some random person walks by and he jumps at them, offering the ring: 'Here, take it! Bury it! I don't GIVE A DAMN; just get the thing away from me!')
An idea suddenly came to Frodo, he could give Tom the ring; it would obviously have no effect on him and it should be safe here. Although he did have the nagging fear in the back of his mind that he would also, more than likely, just throw the ring away, some random minion of evil then comes across it and bing-badda-boom, its the end of the world as we know it. However, Frodo's body was already moving towards Tom in a quick fashion and before he had truly realized it, his arms were stretched out to the larger man, offering him the ring.
"Please, take it! You would be a better keeper for it, please, won't you take this burden from me?" He urged. Tom moved backward and showed no intent on taking it from him. "Woah, woah! You cannot possibly offer it to me! I would too quickly forget about it and it would work it's way back to it's master. You surely don't want that to happen, do you?"
Frodo nodded in agreement, true, this would most likely happen but he still did not want it and couldn't stand to be with the thing as he looked at it in the palm of his hand. "Are you sure you would not take it? It bothers me a great deal just to look at the thing now, but it wouldn't bother you at all, I'm sure it wouldn't; if you'd just leave somewhere in your house--" Tom shook his head still, making still no reference to taking the ring. Frodo's movement stopped and slumped in a sudden wave of rejection and bitterness.
Sighing, Tom finally gave in to Frodo's adorably sad puppy face and took the ring from the hobbit, putting it into his jacket's pocket. Frodo smiled at the strange man, he was happy that he would now be able to return to the Shire and not have to worry about that silly ring anymore.
~*~*~*~
Tom stopped in his merry-making walk through the forest and felt inside his pocket, for it seemed to have grown heavy. He pulled out a ring he had forgotten he had placed there some months ago when the hobbits had come to his house after being attacked by the bitchy trees from The Wizard of Oz, still angry that their apples weren't good enough for Dorothy (and damnit, Frodo kinda looked like Dorothy to them but then again, trees don't have very good eyesight). The thing glistened in the light, but as it had done that night that Frodo offered to him, it sparked no interest in him. Shrugging, he tossed it over his shoulder then went about his way back to the house.
(A/N: Because, obviously, that is what Tom would do and be the ruin of us ALL. But the bitchy trees would still be there, waiting for Dorothy.)
An idea suddenly came to Frodo, he could give Tom the ring; it would obviously have no effect on him and it should be safe here. Although he did have the nagging fear in the back of his mind that he would also, more than likely, just throw the ring away, some random minion of evil then comes across it and bing-badda-boom, its the end of the world as we know it. However, Frodo's body was already moving towards Tom in a quick fashion and before he had truly realized it, his arms were stretched out to the larger man, offering him the ring.
"Please, take it! You would be a better keeper for it, please, won't you take this burden from me?" He urged. Tom moved backward and showed no intent on taking it from him. "Woah, woah! You cannot possibly offer it to me! I would too quickly forget about it and it would work it's way back to it's master. You surely don't want that to happen, do you?"
Frodo nodded in agreement, true, this would most likely happen but he still did not want it and couldn't stand to be with the thing as he looked at it in the palm of his hand. "Are you sure you would not take it? It bothers me a great deal just to look at the thing now, but it wouldn't bother you at all, I'm sure it wouldn't; if you'd just leave somewhere in your house--" Tom shook his head still, making still no reference to taking the ring. Frodo's movement stopped and slumped in a sudden wave of rejection and bitterness.
Sighing, Tom finally gave in to Frodo's adorably sad puppy face and took the ring from the hobbit, putting it into his jacket's pocket. Frodo smiled at the strange man, he was happy that he would now be able to return to the Shire and not have to worry about that silly ring anymore.
~*~*~*~
Tom stopped in his merry-making walk through the forest and felt inside his pocket, for it seemed to have grown heavy. He pulled out a ring he had forgotten he had placed there some months ago when the hobbits had come to his house after being attacked by the bitchy trees from The Wizard of Oz, still angry that their apples weren't good enough for Dorothy (and damnit, Frodo kinda looked like Dorothy to them but then again, trees don't have very good eyesight). The thing glistened in the light, but as it had done that night that Frodo offered to him, it sparked no interest in him. Shrugging, he tossed it over his shoulder then went about his way back to the house.
(A/N: Because, obviously, that is what Tom would do and be the ruin of us ALL. But the bitchy trees would still be there, waiting for Dorothy.)