--later, at Frodo's--
(KNOCK, KNOCK)
Frodo walked over to the door and opened it, revealing--
"Harry? What are you doing here? Frodo stepped aside and let Harry in, who was very thankful for his height--or lack thereof--for once.
"I was hoping to have a word with the Ring," Harry said rather desperately, although trying to hide his desperation.
Frodo's hand unconsciously flew to his neck, and he looked just a little twitchy. "What business do you have with my Ring?" he asked.
Harry quickly though of a believable excuse. "Well, you see, the Ring called me earlier--on the phone--and asked me to come by and see it."
Frodo crossed his arms over his chest and glared. "Do you really expect me to believe that? You should know as well as I that there aren't any phones here... Not that I know what a phone even is."
'Ah, well,' Harry thought, 'It was worth a shot.'
"Listen," Harry said calmly, "I know the Ring is here, so may I please just talk to it? I'll-I'll give it right back, really, I will."
Frodo stared at Harry suspiciously, then said, "Well, Mr. Potter, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see the Ring anyway. It's... asleep."
Harry stared back and became suspicious himself. "You're hiding it from me, aren't you? You just want it for yourself."
"I-I've no idea what you're talking about," Frodo said nervously, backing up with his hand still clenching the Ring through the fabric of his shirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "It's around your neck, isn't it."
Frodo's eyes widened and he panicked.
"AAAHHH!!!" Frodo screamed, running through Bag End in an attempt to escape Harry. Harry pursued the hobbit, knowing it would only be a matter of second before--
(THUNK)
Harry, who had just turned a corner, ran into a suspiciously low door frame and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Frodo, oblivious, continued to run around his house, screaming.
(KNOCK, KNOCK)
Frodo walked over to the door and opened it, revealing--
"Harry? What are you doing here? Frodo stepped aside and let Harry in, who was very thankful for his height--or lack thereof--for once.
"I was hoping to have a word with the Ring," Harry said rather desperately, although trying to hide his desperation.
Frodo's hand unconsciously flew to his neck, and he looked just a little twitchy. "What business do you have with my Ring?" he asked.
Harry quickly though of a believable excuse. "Well, you see, the Ring called me earlier--on the phone--and asked me to come by and see it."
Frodo crossed his arms over his chest and glared. "Do you really expect me to believe that? You should know as well as I that there aren't any phones here... Not that I know what a phone even is."
'Ah, well,' Harry thought, 'It was worth a shot.'
"Listen," Harry said calmly, "I know the Ring is here, so may I please just talk to it? I'll-I'll give it right back, really, I will."
Frodo stared at Harry suspiciously, then said, "Well, Mr. Potter, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see the Ring anyway. It's... asleep."
Harry stared back and became suspicious himself. "You're hiding it from me, aren't you? You just want it for yourself."
"I-I've no idea what you're talking about," Frodo said nervously, backing up with his hand still clenching the Ring through the fabric of his shirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "It's around your neck, isn't it."
Frodo's eyes widened and he panicked.
"AAAHHH!!!" Frodo screamed, running through Bag End in an attempt to escape Harry. Harry pursued the hobbit, knowing it would only be a matter of second before--
(THUNK)
Harry, who had just turned a corner, ran into a suspiciously low door frame and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Frodo, oblivious, continued to run around his house, screaming.
