~Hi peoples!! Okay Tolken owns all except the Stranger, and Mr. Apple (I ate the original Mr. Apple last night.). I've got news on my moving and well my computer is being moved Monday and AOL is being re-put in a week later. AH WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITHOUT AOL!! * breaks down sobbing hysterical * ~Friend comes in~ Hi I'm gonna be speaking for Matrixchick for she is ah busy right now. On to the story.
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~I'm looking over my shoulder,
Its like a whirl wind inside of my head,
Its like I can't stop what I'm feeling within
Its like a face inside right beneath my skin (I did this off the top of my head so its not entirly accurate)~
Chapter 5
Paranoia
Frodo, Sam, and Merry reached Farmer Maggots farm the same time that Pippin finished what he was doing. "Oh no. Farmer Maggot is going to kill you!" Sam said. Farmer Maggots freshly painted barn had been ruined. Pippin had caved the words 'Frodo was here' and outlined it in corn that he had gotten from the crops.
"No he's not he's gonna kill Frodo!" Pippin said laughing. Suddenly he stopped laughing and he grabbed Mr. Apple. "Are you talking about me? I know you are! You all talk about me. I know it, don't deny it. I know that you're all talking about me. You don't want me around anymore, well, FINE! I don't need your help! I never have and I never will!" Pippin yelled as he threw Mr. Apple at Sam's head. With a satisfying 'splat' Mr. Apple exploded on Sam's head. Pippin turned on his heel and stalked off.
"When I find that mysterous person that did this to Pippin I'm gonna kill him!" Frodo yelled.
To their dismay the lights in Farmer Maggots hobbit hole came on. Frodo, Sam, and Merry looked at eachother and took off at a dead run. In the back round they heard Farmer Maggot screaming his head off.
"You know what, *gasp * I'm gonna help you kill that mysterous man now." Sam panted. Being Sam, it took more effort to run then for the others.
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"Oh I am such a genus! I mean Frodo is gonna get his butt kicked and my lovely Pippin is stoned and I managed to bring Legolas (I HAD to bring Legolas into it.)into this." The mysterous person said. He stood up and turned around to relize that there was a really sharp looking arrow in his face. "Oh shit."
"Who are you?" Legolas asked.
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Pippin opened the door to Bag-End and looked around. Pippin took the bag of joints (now only 2 were left) and put it on the table before he fell asleep on the coutch.
--"You know that those joints are very addicting." A teen-age girl told the hobbit. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. "You should never have used them."
Pippin looked up "But he sold them to me. Why would he do that if they are harmful?" He asked the strange girl.
She smiled "Other then the sake of this story? To make money and to be mean. Just be thankful that you don't live in my world. She got up and began to fade away.
"Wait! who are you?" Pippin called out to the fading figure.
"A writter." Was the reply.---
"Pip! Wake up. We caught the person who was doing this to you!" Merry called pulling Pippin out of his sleep.
"What the hell do you fucking want!" Pippin snarled. He then relized that Gandal, and Legolas, were both holding onto the stranger that sold him the joints. "Hey you're the one I saw the other day!" Pippin exclaimed (For the sake of my story he's still gonna be under the influence.) "Who are you?"
The stranger smiled. "I'm a writter." a female voice said from under the hood.
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This is like going from humor to mysetry. Oh well. Like/Dislike please tell me! luv all who review and I HATE NORA. Read 'Don't Let Me get Me' by Pereodoc. Yeah I spelt the pen name wrong. Luv ya ^_~
~Blah
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~I'm looking over my shoulder,
Its like a whirl wind inside of my head,
Its like I can't stop what I'm feeling within
Its like a face inside right beneath my skin (I did this off the top of my head so its not entirly accurate)~
Chapter 5
Paranoia
Frodo, Sam, and Merry reached Farmer Maggots farm the same time that Pippin finished what he was doing. "Oh no. Farmer Maggot is going to kill you!" Sam said. Farmer Maggots freshly painted barn had been ruined. Pippin had caved the words 'Frodo was here' and outlined it in corn that he had gotten from the crops.
"No he's not he's gonna kill Frodo!" Pippin said laughing. Suddenly he stopped laughing and he grabbed Mr. Apple. "Are you talking about me? I know you are! You all talk about me. I know it, don't deny it. I know that you're all talking about me. You don't want me around anymore, well, FINE! I don't need your help! I never have and I never will!" Pippin yelled as he threw Mr. Apple at Sam's head. With a satisfying 'splat' Mr. Apple exploded on Sam's head. Pippin turned on his heel and stalked off.
"When I find that mysterous person that did this to Pippin I'm gonna kill him!" Frodo yelled.
To their dismay the lights in Farmer Maggots hobbit hole came on. Frodo, Sam, and Merry looked at eachother and took off at a dead run. In the back round they heard Farmer Maggot screaming his head off.
"You know what, *gasp * I'm gonna help you kill that mysterous man now." Sam panted. Being Sam, it took more effort to run then for the others.
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"Oh I am such a genus! I mean Frodo is gonna get his butt kicked and my lovely Pippin is stoned and I managed to bring Legolas (I HAD to bring Legolas into it.)into this." The mysterous person said. He stood up and turned around to relize that there was a really sharp looking arrow in his face. "Oh shit."
"Who are you?" Legolas asked.
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Pippin opened the door to Bag-End and looked around. Pippin took the bag of joints (now only 2 were left) and put it on the table before he fell asleep on the coutch.
--"You know that those joints are very addicting." A teen-age girl told the hobbit. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. "You should never have used them."
Pippin looked up "But he sold them to me. Why would he do that if they are harmful?" He asked the strange girl.
She smiled "Other then the sake of this story? To make money and to be mean. Just be thankful that you don't live in my world. She got up and began to fade away.
"Wait! who are you?" Pippin called out to the fading figure.
"A writter." Was the reply.---
"Pip! Wake up. We caught the person who was doing this to you!" Merry called pulling Pippin out of his sleep.
"What the hell do you fucking want!" Pippin snarled. He then relized that Gandal, and Legolas, were both holding onto the stranger that sold him the joints. "Hey you're the one I saw the other day!" Pippin exclaimed (For the sake of my story he's still gonna be under the influence.) "Who are you?"
The stranger smiled. "I'm a writter." a female voice said from under the hood.
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This is like going from humor to mysetry. Oh well. Like/Dislike please tell me! luv all who review and I HATE NORA. Read 'Don't Let Me get Me' by Pereodoc. Yeah I spelt the pen name wrong. Luv ya ^_~
~Blah