Chapter Seven: Hobbits in Heat
And so things began to heat up. There was actually some love going on between the hobbits and their dryads (or in Beth's case, the hobbit and his half-elf, half-hobbit). No not dirty lovins, children, get your minds out of the gutter. We're talking honest, everyday lovins.
"Pippin stop!" Katie said between gasps of breath. "I'm worn out from every other night we've done this."
"I could do it all day."
And what were they doing? Actually, they were doing push-ups to better help their health for traveling. And you thought I was being perverted.
Told ya they were honest, everyday lovins.
Anyway, they came closer and closer to Gondor, and Frodo began to feel an odd sense of recurrence. He also began to feel the same way he had when he had held the ring. Like he was under burden again. Had Torak made himself a ring conceived in the essence of evil and power? We'll just have to find out, won't we?
Sam was leaving Rosie behind more and more often to check on whom he always called "Master Frodo." He too felt like the quest to destroy the ring was repeating itself all over again.
Gandalf looked ahead, using a farseeing wizard talent, and saw Gondor and its city of Minas Tirith, about twenty miles away. It was taken over by an army of orcs, and the King and Queen were being held captive in a dungeon. Torak was sitting on the throne and gaining power every second.
"Come! We must hurry!" he said.
"Why?" Pip said. "We're so tired....we can't take this anymore Gandalf. This is worse conditions than we had the first time we did this."
Gandalf's face became stern. "Torak has taken Gondor. Orcs patrol the streets of Minas Tirith. Aragorn and Arwen are trapped in a dungeon. Does that give you enough incentive to overlook your 'conditions'?"
Pip's face was surprised. "I'd say so, Gandalf."
So they traveled as quickly as they possibly could. Which wasn't all that quick, with hobbits having short legs and all. It was starting to bug Katie and Kayla, who had ran a lot and were quite in shape. They could've ran about twice as fast as the hobbits but.
That and Gandalf was an old man. A slow old man.
But they traveled as fast as they could and by nightfall they were in Gondor. They traveled to the edge of Minas Tirith and waited outside the walls of the massive city until it was completely dark to hopefully go unnoticed.
It did not work.
Torak himself was walking over the fields surrounding the city, with a number of guards following him. Frodo looked to Gandalf.
"I can't kill him now," he whispered, "He has too many people to help him."
"Now is not the time destined anyway," Gandalf replied. "Your Dryad friends are the only ones who will know when the time comes, and they will tell you."
Frodo was a bit surprised at how the fate of the world rested in the hands of two flighty Dryads who called each other 'asshole' and 'asswipe' on occasion.
Torak raised his hand up in the air, and started chanting things in what resembled the language of Mordor. Katie, Beth, and Kayla rose up and began to walk towards him. The hobbits tried to stop them but couldn't - they were being compelled by a greater force.
Torak smiled at the coming of the three girls. "Long since have I searched for you. I have found all my former slaves - you are the last three. And here you are, right under my nose. You didn't know, did you? When you were my slave, I put a bond to us that could never be broken, so I can summon you with a single spell." He laughed. "Now you can't help the Fellowship reform. There's no stopping me now."
And with that, he led the girls into the White City.
And so things began to heat up. There was actually some love going on between the hobbits and their dryads (or in Beth's case, the hobbit and his half-elf, half-hobbit). No not dirty lovins, children, get your minds out of the gutter. We're talking honest, everyday lovins.
"Pippin stop!" Katie said between gasps of breath. "I'm worn out from every other night we've done this."
"I could do it all day."
And what were they doing? Actually, they were doing push-ups to better help their health for traveling. And you thought I was being perverted.
Told ya they were honest, everyday lovins.
Anyway, they came closer and closer to Gondor, and Frodo began to feel an odd sense of recurrence. He also began to feel the same way he had when he had held the ring. Like he was under burden again. Had Torak made himself a ring conceived in the essence of evil and power? We'll just have to find out, won't we?
Sam was leaving Rosie behind more and more often to check on whom he always called "Master Frodo." He too felt like the quest to destroy the ring was repeating itself all over again.
Gandalf looked ahead, using a farseeing wizard talent, and saw Gondor and its city of Minas Tirith, about twenty miles away. It was taken over by an army of orcs, and the King and Queen were being held captive in a dungeon. Torak was sitting on the throne and gaining power every second.
"Come! We must hurry!" he said.
"Why?" Pip said. "We're so tired....we can't take this anymore Gandalf. This is worse conditions than we had the first time we did this."
Gandalf's face became stern. "Torak has taken Gondor. Orcs patrol the streets of Minas Tirith. Aragorn and Arwen are trapped in a dungeon. Does that give you enough incentive to overlook your 'conditions'?"
Pip's face was surprised. "I'd say so, Gandalf."
So they traveled as quickly as they possibly could. Which wasn't all that quick, with hobbits having short legs and all. It was starting to bug Katie and Kayla, who had ran a lot and were quite in shape. They could've ran about twice as fast as the hobbits but.
That and Gandalf was an old man. A slow old man.
But they traveled as fast as they could and by nightfall they were in Gondor. They traveled to the edge of Minas Tirith and waited outside the walls of the massive city until it was completely dark to hopefully go unnoticed.
It did not work.
Torak himself was walking over the fields surrounding the city, with a number of guards following him. Frodo looked to Gandalf.
"I can't kill him now," he whispered, "He has too many people to help him."
"Now is not the time destined anyway," Gandalf replied. "Your Dryad friends are the only ones who will know when the time comes, and they will tell you."
Frodo was a bit surprised at how the fate of the world rested in the hands of two flighty Dryads who called each other 'asshole' and 'asswipe' on occasion.
Torak raised his hand up in the air, and started chanting things in what resembled the language of Mordor. Katie, Beth, and Kayla rose up and began to walk towards him. The hobbits tried to stop them but couldn't - they were being compelled by a greater force.
Torak smiled at the coming of the three girls. "Long since have I searched for you. I have found all my former slaves - you are the last three. And here you are, right under my nose. You didn't know, did you? When you were my slave, I put a bond to us that could never be broken, so I can summon you with a single spell." He laughed. "Now you can't help the Fellowship reform. There's no stopping me now."
And with that, he led the girls into the White City.