"Alrighty, Sam, here's what we're-" Merry panned from Sam's frying pan to Sam's face.

"Absolutely not! Now, get that thing away before I smash it over your head."

"Such violence."

Sam gave his friend such a stare that would have caused milk to curdle. "Go."

"All right. All right."

"We are still on day four of 'Operation Sam'. We are no closer to catching him doing anything interesting like Gimli and Legolas did. Right, Pippin? Pippin?" Merry turned to find his friend sawing z's beside him. "Pippin, this is no time for sleeping!"

"I've a root in my back." Pippin mumbled and turned over.

"That's why you don't sleep under a bush."

Merry got up and closed the camcorder, giving Pippin a kick in the butt for good measure. He found a spot next to Legolas (who had been wearing a hood just to avoid more humiliation), and sat. Legolas was also crushed because Aragorn finally found how to break his mirror. Who would have thought a high enough cliff would have done it?

He turned his attention to Sam, who was cooking bacon and tomatoes. Did Sam really not do anything interesting? Did all he do was cook? Seriously, Sam was some kind of boring.

After the food was served and eaten, Sam announced that he was going to turn in for the evening. Gandalf puffed on his pipe and blew smoke animals into the air. They danced and played with one another, and jumped through the smoke rings Merry and Pippin were sending up.

Merry eventually got up to get a drink. He was almost to the creek, when movement caught his eye. Someone was down there spinning around. As he got closer he realized it was Sam, and he was dancing with… a blanket?

"My dear, Rosie, how I love you. How I wish I could tell you how I really felt." Sam continued to sashay around. He kissed the blanket, then hugged it.

Merry rubbed his eyes. What he really seeing this? Yep. He sure was. He grinned and went back for the camcorder. When he got back, he had Pippin with him.

"We should tease him." Pippin giggled.

"Wait, wait. Let me get a few more moments."

Sam noticed a familiar red light in the tree. He stopped dancing and dropped the blanket in horror. "Merry? Pippin?"

Giggling.

He started marching toward them. He was going to kill them. He was going to kill them.

"You're not supposed to drop a lady!" came Pippin's voice.

Death. Destroy. Kill.

"Kiss it again." Merry yelled.

Nothing was going to be left. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The other two started running toward camp. That would not help them. Once Sam entered the camp, he didn't hear or see anything other than the camcorder and it smashing. He wrestled it from Merry's hands and threw it against a tree. It broke into several different large pieces.

The rest of the Fellowship (minus Merry and Pippin, of course) breathed a sigh of relief. However, once Merry messed with the broken pieces long enough, his declaration caused them great pain.

"It still works!"

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