(4): Some More Stuff Happens And Then The Story Ends (FINAL CHAPTER And It's Short With A Twist)

Down the cliff, they saw Frodo being pounced upon by fangirls.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried again.  Gandalf jumped up, banged his staff to the ground, and cried, "You shall not get him!"  The fangirls looked up, screamed, and then vanished into thin air.  Gandalf went down, picked a shocked Frodo up, and brought him back to the top.

"What were they after?" asked Merry.

"Well, besides my body, my soul, my love, and my part, nothing," Frodo replied, with a hint of anger in my voice.  "How do *cliffs* just appear out of thin air?  And those awful fangirls!"

For the first time in his life, Elrond looked confused.  "I… uh… I really don't know where they came from."

"ELROND!  I was being *mauled* by FANGIRLS!  They were all from the 21st century, and after ME!"

"Frodo, I DON'T HAVE AN ANSWER!" Elrond yelled.  Then he sighed.  "Whoa… two thousand years of stress just came out right there…"

Frodo just sighed.  "Whatever, I'm fine, now… some food would be nice!  And how about some shampoo for Strider?"

"That's indeed a good idea, Frodo!" exclaimed Pippin, imagining all the kinds of delicious sounding foods that would be at Elrond's table.

"We have dinner set out, follow me," said Elrond.  Gandalf, the hobbits, and Aragorn followed Elrond into the Last Homely House, and into the dining room, where the long table was filled with lots of delicious-looking foods.

"FOOOOOOOD!" cried Pippin, running toward the table.  Merry just laughed and followed him. 

Frodo saw that at the table, already two people sat.

"Legolas!  Gimli!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's about time, young Frodo!" said Legolas.  "We've been waiting all –"  Legolas was cut short by the doors flying open and a mob of girls ran in.  Frodo ran and hid behind Elrond, but they paid no attention to him.  It was Legolas they were after.

"Not again…" he whined, and then set off running with extra elf-speed.

"More fangirls?" asked Frodo.

"What do you mean, more?" asked Gimli, eyeing him curiously.

"Well, outside, I was mobbed by some too."

"How come no one ever mobs ME?" Gimli cried, running from the room.  Frodo shrugged. 

"Maybe he should cut down on the scary dwarf-braids in his beard?"

Everyone laughed, and then sat down at the table.  They were eating their meals when the doors burst open again.

"Really!" exclaimed Pippin.  "You'd think we could eat in peace!  But NO!  We have to be MOBBED!"

In through the doors came the Four and Three Eighths riders, coming in slowly on their sheep.  One tipped over.  (It was the three-eighths one.)

"What is this?" cried Elrond.  "Who let THEM in?  Elladan!  Elohir!" he cried as he ran from the room, leaving the rest of them eyeing the slow-moving bad things with wonder. 

"Frodo, get down!" cried Sam, pushing on Frodo's head.  Frodo glared at him.

"WHAT did I say about the touching, Sam?"

"Right, right…"

Another rider tipped over.  Pippin and Merry kept right on eating.

"Gandalf, we must not let them get to Frodo!" cried Aragorn, leaping up.  Gandalf leapt up as well.  They began to ward off the onslaught of sheep, but one managed to get past and took it's jolly old time coming to him.  Frodo began screaming like a girl…

***

Frodo sat up straight in his warm feather bed.  He was sweating heavily.  He looked around.  Familiar bedroom, familiar feather bed…

He was back in Bag End!

He got out of bed, and walked around the hole.  No one else was there.  Quickly, he checked the date.  February 4.  Yesterday had been February 3.

It was all just a dream, then.  All just a bad dream… he sighed with thanks.  That dream was rapidly becoming way too insane, and Frodo was just glad he was out. 

He made himself a quick cup of tea, and sat down in his armchair to relax.  Just then he heard a frantic knock at his door.

Grumpily, he went over and opened the door.

"Frodo, let me in, quick!  You have something that is –" started the visitor, none other than Gandalf the White formerly known as Gandalf the Grey.  Frodo slammed the door on him and went back to his bedroom.  He did *not* want to hear about anything like that again that night.  As he snuggled back into bed, he hoped that no more crazy and insane dreams would haunt him that night.

END

Any complaints?  Comments?  Go on, I dare you to insult me.  *grin*