They had been walking for a while, passing great mountains and beautiful rivers. It was nightfall, and Gordo was deep in thought. When is it night time in his time? He had no way of telling, but he thought that day was night and night was day. But all of a sudden, out of the bushes, they are jumped.
"My precious, my precious, my birthdaayyy preeesssentt." Frodo's neck was in a pair of long ewwwy hands. "Give us my precious, Is it tasty? Is it Juuiiicccyyyy? Yes my precious! Yes!"
"Now I wish Ethan was here, or Tudgeman. I could sacrifice him to that guy" But no one really heard him. Before long they had the thing run off, and Frodo's neck was still intact, ring and all.
LATER THAT NIGHT
They were all in deep sleep. All of them except for Gordo, that is. He was tossing and turning, and Gandalf was watching him intently. All of a sudden he jumped out of his sleep
"No, not the black knight!" He yelled, and Gandalf asked what troubled him. "Nightmares of a black knight attacking me. No, not just nightmares, day dreams and visions"
"You know, dreams often give clues to the future, just watch your back."
But Gordo couldn't relax, and the next morning it was even weirder. All throughout breakfast Aragorn kept staring into Gordo's eyes, and down at his crystal. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was beginning to hear tiny whispers in the wind, chanting "black knight" Eventually while they were walking Gordo pulled Gandalf to the back.
"I'm really scared. Aragorn is creeping me out. I think all these visions I've been having are warning me against him. If the time comes, I want you to take the crystal. The last thing I want is for Lizzie or Miranda to wake up with that psycho in their room."
"No problem" Gandalf gave Gordo a pat on the back "No problem at all. But there's something you don't know. Aragorn wants you dead. You see, my boy, Aragorn has always been alone in the world because his father is dead."
"Well, what does that have to do with me?"
"Gordo, you still have a lot to learn. You are a part of our world. You are not a boy here, you are a hobbit, and you're parents are hobbits. And your father killed Aragorns father. He wants his revenge, and he wants it bad."
Gordo didn't know what to say. He shouldn't be at blame for someone who isn't even his father. But that's what you get for playing with majick. And he realized that there was more to majick than he expected, and guesses that things were going to get weirder.
After several attempts throughout the morning to talk with Aragorn, Gordo became frustrated. Legolas, the brave, handcome elf archer, decided to teach him to shoot a bow and arrow, and his ferret Merlin watched intently from the side. Maybe he really could fit into this world, but he found himself wanting to go hme more and more...
"My precious, my precious, my birthdaayyy preeesssentt." Frodo's neck was in a pair of long ewwwy hands. "Give us my precious, Is it tasty? Is it Juuiiicccyyyy? Yes my precious! Yes!"
"Now I wish Ethan was here, or Tudgeman. I could sacrifice him to that guy" But no one really heard him. Before long they had the thing run off, and Frodo's neck was still intact, ring and all.
LATER THAT NIGHT
They were all in deep sleep. All of them except for Gordo, that is. He was tossing and turning, and Gandalf was watching him intently. All of a sudden he jumped out of his sleep
"No, not the black knight!" He yelled, and Gandalf asked what troubled him. "Nightmares of a black knight attacking me. No, not just nightmares, day dreams and visions"
"You know, dreams often give clues to the future, just watch your back."
But Gordo couldn't relax, and the next morning it was even weirder. All throughout breakfast Aragorn kept staring into Gordo's eyes, and down at his crystal. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was beginning to hear tiny whispers in the wind, chanting "black knight" Eventually while they were walking Gordo pulled Gandalf to the back.
"I'm really scared. Aragorn is creeping me out. I think all these visions I've been having are warning me against him. If the time comes, I want you to take the crystal. The last thing I want is for Lizzie or Miranda to wake up with that psycho in their room."
"No problem" Gandalf gave Gordo a pat on the back "No problem at all. But there's something you don't know. Aragorn wants you dead. You see, my boy, Aragorn has always been alone in the world because his father is dead."
"Well, what does that have to do with me?"
"Gordo, you still have a lot to learn. You are a part of our world. You are not a boy here, you are a hobbit, and you're parents are hobbits. And your father killed Aragorns father. He wants his revenge, and he wants it bad."
Gordo didn't know what to say. He shouldn't be at blame for someone who isn't even his father. But that's what you get for playing with majick. And he realized that there was more to majick than he expected, and guesses that things were going to get weirder.
After several attempts throughout the morning to talk with Aragorn, Gordo became frustrated. Legolas, the brave, handcome elf archer, decided to teach him to shoot a bow and arrow, and his ferret Merlin watched intently from the side. Maybe he really could fit into this world, but he found himself wanting to go hme more and more...