"Can we stop," said Ariel from the back of the line, "I really need to go, badly!"
"This is the third time this morning," said Aragorn, "you should have gone before you left in the first place."
"Well, I didn't need to go then, I need to go NOW," she wailed.
"Fine, fine, as you wish my lady," said Aragorn finally giving up.
"Hey Trisana," said Ariel when they had stopped, "do you have um, you know, 'magic sticks'."
"Oh yes," said Trisana sarcastically, "I keep them around when ever I think I'm going to drop on my head in some unknown world. I have them right here in my pocket along with the kitchen sink and my grandfather's todum pole."
"Cool," said Ariel, "you must have one mighty large pocket! So can I have one?"
Trisana rolled her eyes as she shifted the weight in her pack in order to take it off. She sat down next to Frodo and Merry without uttering a word to her friend. Ariel did the same but instead sat on Frodo's lap.
"If you don't give me one, I'll sing or do something wonderful like that."
"No."
"Pretty please! My fate is in your hands! I'm desperate!"
"No."
"Oh come on."
"No."
"Why not?"
"No."
"Do you think Sam would have one?"
"No. Ewww, gross no!"
"So why…"
"My lady," Frodo intervened, "perhaps Gandalf can help." He was desperate to get Ariel off his lap since he was being crushed and had now ceased to breathe. 'Not a good sign,' he thought to himself while he turned purple.
"Gandalf?" said the girls in harmony and began to snort (literally).
"Um, Frodo, my dear little man," said Trisana between choked sobs, "do you know by any chance what a 'magic stick' is?"
"Well, I wager it is much like Gandalf's staff," he said eyeing them strangely, "why? What devilry do you speak of if it is not such?"
"It's a tampon Frodo," said Ariel flatly.
"A tampon?" Frodo had never heard of such a word.
"Oh you've never heard of a tampon?" said Ariel mysteriously. She began to giggle.
"No," said Frodo, almost ashamed that he did not know what it was. He felt that it was his duty to know since it seemed common knowledge between these two girls. "Why what do you speak of then."
The girls couldn't help laugh, leaving Frodo with a curious and unknowing look upon his stretched features.
Five hours later, Ariel was still shouting 'Tampon' at the top of her lungs while the company traveled.
The company was now somewhere where Ariel did not know and most likely did not care for she was know behind Legolas. But just in case you really want to know they were making for Dimrill Dale… If they climb the pass that is called Redhorn Gate, under the far side of Caradhras, they would come to the Dimrill Stair into the deep vale of the Dwarves. There lies the Mirrowmere, and there the River Silverlode rises in its icy springs. Of course, that's what Tolkien wrote so we're at a safe bet to say that we're somewhere in middle earth, with Legolas, mind you. Ariel was content with this knowledge and this knowledge only.
It was morning and the company had risen and Sam was to make the fire while he took first watch. The noise was unbearable. Everything was still of course except for the occasional swish of the pony's tail and the movements of Sam's feet. This was everything except the loud and boisterous snoring of the two girls which could have wakened the dead.
"Dude," said Ariel as she twisted out of her sleep, most likely woken up from her incessant snoring.
'This is certainly a bad,' thought Sam, 'that Ariel is still a bother to me both in and out of her sleep.'
"Dude," she repeted, "what the helk is that cloud thingy over there? Dude (which was her word of the day now) Wholly shit-tac-e-mushrooms!"
"What?" Sam asked not really wanting to know.
"What is that cloud thing," she asked mainly to herself because she did not like talking to Sam because she did not like Sam, but that's besides the point.
"Lie flat and still," Strider commanded.
"Oh my…Good God which way do I steer
to get that cheeseburger and paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato, hinze fifty-seven
with french fies and potatoes!" Ariel suddenly broke into the cheeseburger song that she thought Jimmy Buffet or Tom Petty wrote. Of course, the author forgets who wrote it, which is why you need to review and tell me who wrote it by the way.
"Quiet, my lady," Aragorn said firmly as the cloud came closer and Ariel realized that they were birds, crows actually but the word birds was enough to set her off.
"Oh golly," she said remembering Alfred Hitchcock 'The Birds'. Now she was utterly terrified and grabbed Frodo's arm, who was still asleep and clung to it. He woke up then and there with a start because Ariel had pinched him and went right back to sleep when something from the sky hit him on his head.
Ok, well I realize I'm loosing my originality (major) which is why you nice people have to review and tell me if I'm being original, unoriginal or are you just completely apathetic to my writing. I find, personally, that I am starting to write like everyone else which isn't good but maybe I wrote like everyone else in the beginning. Well, I'll never know if you people don't review so please, there is such thing called a mouse, you use the left button to click the little sign that says 'post review'. So, am I loosing you guys and is this turning out to be a disappointment? Do I need to be any stupider with Ariel (which is possible, if you don't believe so) and…well, just review and tell me what you think pretty please. All I get is 'it's good' or 'hee hee' which I do love but…well I don't know. I'm just going on about nothing so I'll stop here. Once again reivew and review some more. I love knowing that people have read my story!