Sup, okay I would like to say one thing. I know I suck at spelling, I realize that. I am also well aware that spell check exists. I have a learning disability so that makes me unable to spell and I sometimes spell things so horribly that spell check cannot correct it. I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn't comment on my spelling because I get insulted daily by my teachers about my inability to spell so that's all I have to say. Tolken owns all. I own Mr. Apple.
On and read the story.
Gandalf is in Rivendale
Gandalf the Grey rode as fast as he could to the Elven City. ~I do not understand what could make Pippin that way. He was almost an entirely different person. Very unusual. I hope Elrond knows what is going on.~ Gandalf smiled as he came to the all familiar river. Within moments Gandalf was in Rivendale and looking for the Lord of Rivendale.
When Gandalf reached the House of Elrond and elf came to take his horse. "Where may I find Lord Elrond?" Gandalf inquired.
"He, sir, is in the library I believe." The elf replied as he led the horse to the stables.
"Good." Gandalf said. He then set out to find his friend. It took him about five minuets to hunt down the elf-lord.
"Ah, Gandalf how are you my good friend?" Elrond asked when Gandalf found him.
"Not so good, old friend. I've got a dilemma and I need your help." Gandalf quickly explained the circumstances and Elrond had a hard time keeping a strait face.
"And ah Pippin ahem is ahem looking for his friend named Mr. Apple." Elrond said trying really hard not to laugh.
"Yes. I don't know what to make of it. Even after a couple of pints he's still got common sense, but now he doesn't even have that." Gandalf complained. He looked over and then noticed the Elf trying not to laugh. "You find this humorous?"
"Uh, well yes. Pippin is a trickster and plays jokes, this could be one of his newest pranks." Elrond said getting up to get a drink.
"He ate 8 helpings of food. That's unnatural even for a hobbit, even for one so obsessed with food such Pippin." Gandalf said. "Do you have any idea about what is wrong with him?"
Elrond looked over at Gandalf. "No. I've never heard of symptoms like those. . . . .
"well duh, that would ruin it if you knew." The figure in black said. He was writing in the notebook again.
And I personally think it'll blow over." Elrond said as he finished up his drink.
"Thank you. I'd better get back. I left Merry, Sam, and Frodo in charge of Pippin. Knowing them ,they've probily lost Pippin already." Gandalf said as he began to leave the room.
"Good luck Gandalf." Elrond said. When Gandalf left Elrond burst out into hysterical laughter.
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Frodo, Sam, and Merry managed to find Pippin who was asleep in a bush with Mr. Apple. "Why did ya go and disturb me man? I was just taken a snooze." Pippin said in a city tone of voice.
"Will you stop that and start acting normally? Tonight before you came to the tavern, did you talk to anybody? See anything out of the ordinary?" Frodo asked as they pulled his cousin out of the bush.
"If ya count a man dressed in black selling me joints then yeah I saw somethin' unusual." Pippin said lighting up a new joint. He noticed that his supply was low.
"What is that?" Frodo asked.
"A joint." Pippin replied. They started to walk back to Bag-End (don't worry Mr. Apple came too) when Pippin saw Farmer Maggots sickle and a newly painted barn. Pippin slowed down and the other three passed him. The non-stoned hobbits were discussing ways to keep Pippin in their sight. When Pippin realize that they weren't paying any attention what so ever to him, he slipped away into the shadows with his hand over Mr. Apple's 'mouth'. When they were passed Pippin put Mr. Apple into his pocket and picked up the sickle and got to work.
"We could tie him up on a chair." Merry suggested.
"Or you could keep a better watch on him." A soft voice said from the forest.
"What? Who? And oh NO!" Sam said as he realized that Pippin ,yet again, pulled the slip on him.
"I said you should keep a better eye on him. Pippin and his apple left you about 1/2 a mile back." Legolas Greenleaf said steppin onto the path. The blond elf looked around with a smile as he saw the hobbits talk rabidly about how they were gonna get their friend back. Legolas' smile vanished when he saw a dark figure move in the shadows. "Pippin is at the farm back there." Legolas pointed before fading into the forest again.
"Thanks, what farm . . . " Sam began but then his eyes widened.
"FARMER MAGGOT!" the three said at once and took off at a dead run.
What is gonna happen? Well wait and find out remember tell me if you like, don't like, whatever. I'm writing as fast as possible because I want this story done so I can start another.
Next up: PARANOIA: LOOKING OVER MY BACK, ITS LIKE A WHIRL WIND INSIDE OF MY HEAD . . . . . . (Linkin Park, Hybrid theory CD). Next chapter will be a song fic thing. I think.
~BLAH
On and read the story.
Gandalf is in Rivendale
Gandalf the Grey rode as fast as he could to the Elven City. ~I do not understand what could make Pippin that way. He was almost an entirely different person. Very unusual. I hope Elrond knows what is going on.~ Gandalf smiled as he came to the all familiar river. Within moments Gandalf was in Rivendale and looking for the Lord of Rivendale.
When Gandalf reached the House of Elrond and elf came to take his horse. "Where may I find Lord Elrond?" Gandalf inquired.
"He, sir, is in the library I believe." The elf replied as he led the horse to the stables.
"Good." Gandalf said. He then set out to find his friend. It took him about five minuets to hunt down the elf-lord.
"Ah, Gandalf how are you my good friend?" Elrond asked when Gandalf found him.
"Not so good, old friend. I've got a dilemma and I need your help." Gandalf quickly explained the circumstances and Elrond had a hard time keeping a strait face.
"And ah Pippin ahem is ahem looking for his friend named Mr. Apple." Elrond said trying really hard not to laugh.
"Yes. I don't know what to make of it. Even after a couple of pints he's still got common sense, but now he doesn't even have that." Gandalf complained. He looked over and then noticed the Elf trying not to laugh. "You find this humorous?"
"Uh, well yes. Pippin is a trickster and plays jokes, this could be one of his newest pranks." Elrond said getting up to get a drink.
"He ate 8 helpings of food. That's unnatural even for a hobbit, even for one so obsessed with food such Pippin." Gandalf said. "Do you have any idea about what is wrong with him?"
Elrond looked over at Gandalf. "No. I've never heard of symptoms like those. . . . .
"well duh, that would ruin it if you knew." The figure in black said. He was writing in the notebook again.
And I personally think it'll blow over." Elrond said as he finished up his drink.
"Thank you. I'd better get back. I left Merry, Sam, and Frodo in charge of Pippin. Knowing them ,they've probily lost Pippin already." Gandalf said as he began to leave the room.
"Good luck Gandalf." Elrond said. When Gandalf left Elrond burst out into hysterical laughter.
###############################BACK WITH THE HOBBITS #################
Frodo, Sam, and Merry managed to find Pippin who was asleep in a bush with Mr. Apple. "Why did ya go and disturb me man? I was just taken a snooze." Pippin said in a city tone of voice.
"Will you stop that and start acting normally? Tonight before you came to the tavern, did you talk to anybody? See anything out of the ordinary?" Frodo asked as they pulled his cousin out of the bush.
"If ya count a man dressed in black selling me joints then yeah I saw somethin' unusual." Pippin said lighting up a new joint. He noticed that his supply was low.
"What is that?" Frodo asked.
"A joint." Pippin replied. They started to walk back to Bag-End (don't worry Mr. Apple came too) when Pippin saw Farmer Maggots sickle and a newly painted barn. Pippin slowed down and the other three passed him. The non-stoned hobbits were discussing ways to keep Pippin in their sight. When Pippin realize that they weren't paying any attention what so ever to him, he slipped away into the shadows with his hand over Mr. Apple's 'mouth'. When they were passed Pippin put Mr. Apple into his pocket and picked up the sickle and got to work.
"We could tie him up on a chair." Merry suggested.
"Or you could keep a better watch on him." A soft voice said from the forest.
"What? Who? And oh NO!" Sam said as he realized that Pippin ,yet again, pulled the slip on him.
"I said you should keep a better eye on him. Pippin and his apple left you about 1/2 a mile back." Legolas Greenleaf said steppin onto the path. The blond elf looked around with a smile as he saw the hobbits talk rabidly about how they were gonna get their friend back. Legolas' smile vanished when he saw a dark figure move in the shadows. "Pippin is at the farm back there." Legolas pointed before fading into the forest again.
"Thanks, what farm . . . " Sam began but then his eyes widened.
"FARMER MAGGOT!" the three said at once and took off at a dead run.
What is gonna happen? Well wait and find out remember tell me if you like, don't like, whatever. I'm writing as fast as possible because I want this story done so I can start another.
Next up: PARANOIA: LOOKING OVER MY BACK, ITS LIKE A WHIRL WIND INSIDE OF MY HEAD . . . . . . (Linkin Park, Hybrid theory CD). Next chapter will be a song fic thing. I think.
~BLAH