Pippin the Ringbearer

A/n: Dear lord... I have not updated in FOREVER! Like 2 months! At least it's better than a year, though... :D Anyways, I really need to write something, so here it is. Btw, the songs are rewritten versions of songs from various musicals... umm... cookies to anyone who can figure out the song names and musicals they're from in order! ;)

Also, for Helga's sake, I'm not mention the name of a CERTAIN MUSICAL that I have become obsessed with, or anything pertained therein. So I will not mention (CoughMarkCohenCough) or any other characters from said musical, such as (CoughCollinsCough) or (CoughHotRogerCough). :)

Whoa, I have a lot of reviews to respond to... ness...

Reviews for Pippin the Ringbearer – Chapter 30

Smeagol: Lol that was rather long... I hear ya, though. I'm so glad it's summer, it's not even funny. I can't believe I only have a few weeks before summer band! Holy crap, I'll be a Freshman... And that sad thing is my first birthday card I got this year was from a driver's ed place wanting me to enroll... Geez, is your 15th birthday supposed to be this overwhelming:( Anyways... glad you like my chapter! And sorry for the long wait.

Frodo: You are a goody two shoes, Frodo. :) Also, are you mad at me? I get the feeling you are... :(

And Chapter 31:

Frodo: Don't ask me, Helga and Moosey wrote it... :)

Moosey: Yeah, okay, Moosey. It was funny. :) Gosh, I keep forgetting to use the colon parentheses smiley instead of the other smiley I usually use. Darn ff dot net for taking out the other smileys.

Smeagol: Maybe... we got so sidetracked, it's not even funny. I read through the entire story again. Stupid fourth chapter. Grr... oh well... but it's easy to tell it was written by someone with ADD. :)

Helga: Ah, you can write Part 2 for next year's Valentine's. :) Thanks once again for writing fluffy cause I suck at it. ;)

And Chapter 32:

Moosey: Well, yeah, besides that stuff, it's a true story. To a certain extent. Cha, scientific notatioin is so easy, I wanna fall asleep. I mean, seriously... ness... If by 'soon' you mean 'shorter than three months' then mission accomplished:)

Helga: I wrote your birthday chapter, don't worry. To be honest, I have NO IDEA, man, it just came to me... :)

Frodo: I... see... :) I dunno, I'm seriously having a bad case of writer's block on this story. And sorry about not writing your birthday chapter. I had a story idea, I swear, but I couldn't for the life of me write it down. I dunno why. :(

Smeagol: Yeah, I just imagine dialog in Math, then I go home and write it down. :) I don't even try to write it down in front of people. It's not that they're hard, they're just... long. I mean looooooooonnnnngggg. It takes forever to do them. Or at least it seems that way. Thanks for the review... again :)

And Why Not 33, While We're At It?

Moosey: You mean lool. :) lol... Poor Helga, I'll be making fun of her for that for like... ever. :) That's okay. Who knew that our email would choose that day to reformat and make it to where you have no idea if there's even an attachment said emails? Or at least, it reformatted around that time... :( Ness... :) Gosh, this is hard. Everytime I want to add a smiley, I always try to hit the shift six button. :( Ness... anyways... yeah.

Frodo: Ah... okay. :) Your favorite word is Bismillah? What does that mean:) the-a-tre... hehe. :) That's funny. Science projects sucked. I'm soo glad it's summer.

Helga: You're welcome, Helga. I aim to please... which is hard to do without making it perverted, in your case. :) lol. Or rather lool. :)

Smeagol: Yeah, rhyming sucks, especially when you have to figure out what rhymes on your own, cause my mind always goes blank. Thus the numerous uses of the rhyming dictionary for this chapter. :) I'm moving too, but not out of my town, thank Bob, or I'd be miserable without Moosey, Helga, Frodo, Potato Boy, and all the rest of my friends. :) Just to a different house. (Deep breath) X MEN THREE WAS SOOO COOL! Poor Wolverine, though. :( Except that was like a month ago, so... yeah... :) Thanks for the review... again. :) lool. That's my new way of saying lol thanks to Helga and her typo. :)

Frodo(Again): Yeah, I'm a girl of mystery, what can I say:) I had help, believe me. The entire chapter, I had a rhyming dictionary open. :) lool. And as of right now, your birthday was a month and nine days ago. Sorry about that. :(

Helga(Again): Knowing you, it will take quite an effort to make it come out 'not that bad.' :) lool. But of course you're writing the Christmas chapter. It's like tradition... :)

Chapter 34: Fun with Musicals!

"Snaitf?" asked Moosey

"Cha?" Snaitf answered.

"What shall we do?"

"I dunno... I can't think... My brain is like... imploding on itself."

"Oh... that sucks." Moosey said.

"Let's drink ROOT BEER!" Pippin screamed.

"Now, there's an idea I like!" Snaitf said brightly.

And so the Fellowship drank Root Beers. Just then, the Story Writer 360 started whirring again.

"Not AGAIN!" Everyone groaned. The StoryWriter did not listen to their groans, however, and stopped once again on Musical.

"Hey! I love muuuuusicaallls!" Snaitf sang randomly. Everyone stared at her. She of course ignored them. Suddenly, Tom got his guitar out of nowhere and started tuning it.

"July 18th, 3 AM Central Standard Time, from here on in I write without an idea... see if I get inspiration here. Instead of – "

"Snaitf!" Helga cut her off annoyedly (Annoyedly! Is that even a word!), remembering that there was a cuss word at that part in the song.

"Sorry... First part Snaitf, wandering aimlessly, she has no idea what to write!"

"This won't tune!" Tom mumbled, frustrated.

"You got that right!" Pippin said, listening to the guitar's horribly out of tune playing.

"And Preston turned off the fan, so Moosey's kicking the wall!" Snaitf added.

"Are you talking to me!" asked Moosey, obviously ticked off.

"Not at aaalllll! Are we ready? START WRITING ALREADY! Tell the folks at home what you're doin', Roger!" she sang loudly, pointing to Tom.

"I'm writing one great – " he started to sing.

"WAIT!" Pierre cut in, "Who's Roger?"

No one seemed to be able to answer that, so they ignored the question. Instead, Helga rolled her eyes and started singing a completely different tune.

"No more talk of Roger,

Forget those three root beers.

We're here, with caffeine inside us

And nothing here to discuss

The Root Beers have all been drank

And still we thirst for more.

But wait – I've just found something!

One last can, son of a bee sting!"

Immediately, the rest of the Fellowship was clamoring, trying to grab the last root beer from Helga, all the while singing:

"Say you'll share with me this one last Root Beer!

Turn my head with talk of hyperness!

Save that last Root Beer for me alone

Promise me you're sure there isn't two

Helga, that's all I ask of you!"

In all the commotion, Helga had dropped the Root Beer and it had rolled out of sight. Shocked and slightly embarrassed that everyone was fawning over her because she had the last root beer, Helga regained her composure and said,

"Oh where is the root beer? Oh, wheeere is the root beer? Oh where, oh where?"

"I swear it's there" Pippin came in, pointing behind a tree.

"It's there? Oh, where?" the rest of the Fellowship sang

"Pierre, Pierre!" Helga sang randomly, grinning at Pierre.

"OH WHEEEERRRE... is the root beer!" they all finished together. At that moment, lightning struck somewhere in the distance, and it started to rain.

"Great... can this get any worse?

"Hey guys!" Snaitf said reassuringly, "Don't worry! Cause you know... theeee sun'll come out tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that – "

"Snaitf, if you finish that song, I will KILL you." Moosey warned.

"You know something?" Snaitf mused to herself instead...

"I feel hyper, oh so hyper.

I feel hyper like a viper, Oh YAAAAYYYY!

"A viper!" Frodo/Emily asked, weirded out.

"Just go with it, it rhymes." Legolas said.

"And I pity any girl who isn't me today!"

"Lalalalalala la laaaa la la!" Everyone came in, singing.

"See the smiling face in that mirror there?"

"What mirror? Where?" asked Obi-Wan, confused.

"Isn't it scary? That's me!"

Suddenly, Moosey smacked the StoryWriter 360. It whirred around... and landed on Musical again. Moosey sighed longingly. Snaitf grinned. Moosey glared at her.

"You make fun, yet I'm the one
attempting to stop these rhymes.
Or do you really want to spend our time
singing music on into the night?" she asked,

"Insomnia, insomnia
means something's wrong in your head!"

"But they have meds for it now. Insomnia is dead." Aragorn sang/said... cause really, in the song that part's spoken... but it's sung at the same time... ness...

"You know, I never thought about this but... where the crap are ya'll from?" asked Obi-Wan, staring at the teenage authors... well, authoresses... is that a word?

"We're living in America at the start of the millennium," Snaitf sang.

"I like to live in America,

Everything's fine in America," Helga sang happily, though to a completely different tune.

"We're living in America, where it's like the Twilight Zone!" Snaitf continued.

"In you're stories, it is!" Helga countered.

"Poultry and swine in America!" added a random farmer, who came out of nowhere.

"But you have to rhyme in America!" Moosey finished the second melody, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Okay, okay! I get the idea!" Obi-Wan told them, still blinking confusedly at hearing them sing 2 different songs almost at the same time. "The scary part is, those songs sounded like they went together."

"Well, it is about the same thing," Frodo/Emily pointed out. At that moment, Moosey started once again smacking the machine. This time, it worked and it spun around again.

"Run before it stops spinning!" Moosey yelled, trying to get out of range of the machine's power. Everyone else followed suit.

"I thought you liked singing musicals!" said Snaitf, sounding slightly put out.

"Snaitf, I love you and all, but I am not going through the whole 'Jeff stalking me' episode again. Stupid machine," Helga mumbled to herself.

Fortunately for them, at that moment, they ran straight into a pair of giant cockroaches. Now, under normal circumstances, one would find this to be very bad news indeed (inDEEEEED), however, considering the search for Locust Lad and the fact that this pair happened to be a guard change, this was very good news indeed. (inDEEEED)

"I would like to add for the sake of being random that Frodo's birthday was like a month ago and I'm an idiot and didn't write a chapter for her." Snaitf said, sounding apologetic.

"Why not?" asked Helga.

"I had writer's block. Can you believe it? Writer's block on THIS story! I couldn't think of anything."

"Ah... that sucks." Moosey said.

"It does indeed."

"InDEEEEED" they screamed together. Helga rolled her eyes as they laughed.

"That never gets old."

"That it doesn't."

"Hey guys, there's only two people on the guard change. We have to decide who goes." Obi-Wan said.

"Obi-Wan should, of course. He's the best 'breaking into stuff' person of all of us." Aragorn said reasonably. Everyone agreed.

"Okay, who's goin with me?" asked Obi, already slipping into one of the guard uniforms... and somehow he looked like a cockroach in it... yeah, we'll go with that.

"I'll go!" Snaitf said exuberantly. Oooh, that was a big word. Obi-Wan looked at her cautiously.

"Erm, no offense, Snaitf, but... you'll probably sic the entire base on us. Helga told me your reputation of bursting into song at random times."

"Ah..." Snaitf said, thinking. "You're right about that. Okay... hmm..."

"You know, I think Obi should go alone. I mean, he'll need the extra suit so he can smuggle Locust Lad out, right?" asked Moosey. This being entirely reasonable, everyone agreed. So Obi-Wan left to rescue Locust Lad alone...

TBC...

It was written weirdly, cause I'm a little out of it. Blarg... I still have something akin to writer's block cause writing this took me forever. And it's barely as long as my chapters usually are... grr...