Disclaimer: Look in the 1st chapter
AN: Well, I'm posting another chapter! Even w/o the 5 reviews, lol. Happy Sarah?!?!?!?! Ok, Sam is based on my friend Katie who obsesses over Frodo, so I made her Sam! No other characters to explain really… Oh! Mr. Schneider (Bilbo) always talks about Germany! WE can be talking about rice farmers in China and he can take that and lead it to Germany! He's psychotic, I tell you!
1 Ch. 2
1.1 At the Party…
Sam sat drinking an ale and watching Frodo dance like a chicken. "He may suck at dancing, but damn, if he was mine…" he thought.
Frodo came over to Sam after the song was over and had him stand up. Sam was sure that his moment had finally come and that Frodo would ask him to dance, but instead, Frodo said to him, "Ask Rosie for a dance, Sam!"
Sam stuttered in reply, but Frodo shoved him into Rosie and she started dancing with him. "Phew, now that that… fag is gone I can enjoy myself!" Frodo said. He sat down, drank a beer, and enjoyed himself… by reading a book. A few minutes later, much to Frodo's disgust, Bilbo got up to give his speech.
"BILBO HAIL! BILBO HAIL! BILBO HAIL!" was heard from a dark corner while the rest of the crowd cried, "Speech!"
"Greetings friends! Today is my 111th birthday! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve, except for you in the corner, of course… wow, I just totally confused myself! ::thinks:: Must not mention Germany, must not mention Germany… ::says aloud:: I… I wish all of you a very fond farewell… I am going now… goodbye!" he said and disappeared.
Everyone was in shock, well, except for Gandalf, who seemed strangely pleased….
1.2 In Bag End…
Bilbo reappeared in his house when he took off his ring. He let out an evil laugh, put on a nazi pointy helmet thing (AN: I don't know its name! Sorry, lol, I should ask Schneider… he should know…), grabbed his bag and walking stick, and went to leave.
"I suppose you thought that was very funny…" Gandalf said, walking in.
Bilbo jumped and turned around, pointing a rifle at him. "Gandalf? Oh, its you!" he said, hurrying to put away the rifle. "Yes, actually, I found it very funny!"
"Well, it was, but that's beside the point… There are not many magic rings in the world Bilbo, and none of them should be used lightly."
"But it was just a bit of fun! Besides, I am going anyways, why not go after pissing people off… and maybe killing someone… nah, too harsh…"
"True, true… but where is the ring?"
"On the mantle over the fireplace… wait… it's here… in my pocket…"
"Bilbo…? Give me the ring."
"NO! It's mine… my precious…"
"BILBO BAGGINS, YOU NAZI FREAK! Give me the ring and get the hell away! ::thinks:: he must be stoned… either that or he is very good at hiding speech impediments…"
"All right… oh, Gandalf!" Bilbo whimpered, hugging Gandalf.
"Thanks Bilbo. Now go see your little nazi friends!"
Bilbo left and Gandalf sat next to the fire smoking a joint hidden in his pipe.
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Well? Whatcha think? Please, please, please review! The number of reviews will decide how long the next chapter of my sucky story is! ^.^
AN: Well, I'm posting another chapter! Even w/o the 5 reviews, lol. Happy Sarah?!?!?!?! Ok, Sam is based on my friend Katie who obsesses over Frodo, so I made her Sam! No other characters to explain really… Oh! Mr. Schneider (Bilbo) always talks about Germany! WE can be talking about rice farmers in China and he can take that and lead it to Germany! He's psychotic, I tell you!
1 Ch. 2
1.1 At the Party…
Sam sat drinking an ale and watching Frodo dance like a chicken. "He may suck at dancing, but damn, if he was mine…" he thought.
Frodo came over to Sam after the song was over and had him stand up. Sam was sure that his moment had finally come and that Frodo would ask him to dance, but instead, Frodo said to him, "Ask Rosie for a dance, Sam!"
Sam stuttered in reply, but Frodo shoved him into Rosie and she started dancing with him. "Phew, now that that… fag is gone I can enjoy myself!" Frodo said. He sat down, drank a beer, and enjoyed himself… by reading a book. A few minutes later, much to Frodo's disgust, Bilbo got up to give his speech.
"BILBO HAIL! BILBO HAIL! BILBO HAIL!" was heard from a dark corner while the rest of the crowd cried, "Speech!"
"Greetings friends! Today is my 111th birthday! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve, except for you in the corner, of course… wow, I just totally confused myself! ::thinks:: Must not mention Germany, must not mention Germany… ::says aloud:: I… I wish all of you a very fond farewell… I am going now… goodbye!" he said and disappeared.
Everyone was in shock, well, except for Gandalf, who seemed strangely pleased….
1.2 In Bag End…
Bilbo reappeared in his house when he took off his ring. He let out an evil laugh, put on a nazi pointy helmet thing (AN: I don't know its name! Sorry, lol, I should ask Schneider… he should know…), grabbed his bag and walking stick, and went to leave.
"I suppose you thought that was very funny…" Gandalf said, walking in.
Bilbo jumped and turned around, pointing a rifle at him. "Gandalf? Oh, its you!" he said, hurrying to put away the rifle. "Yes, actually, I found it very funny!"
"Well, it was, but that's beside the point… There are not many magic rings in the world Bilbo, and none of them should be used lightly."
"But it was just a bit of fun! Besides, I am going anyways, why not go after pissing people off… and maybe killing someone… nah, too harsh…"
"True, true… but where is the ring?"
"On the mantle over the fireplace… wait… it's here… in my pocket…"
"Bilbo…? Give me the ring."
"NO! It's mine… my precious…"
"BILBO BAGGINS, YOU NAZI FREAK! Give me the ring and get the hell away! ::thinks:: he must be stoned… either that or he is very good at hiding speech impediments…"
"All right… oh, Gandalf!" Bilbo whimpered, hugging Gandalf.
"Thanks Bilbo. Now go see your little nazi friends!"
Bilbo left and Gandalf sat next to the fire smoking a joint hidden in his pipe.
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Well? Whatcha think? Please, please, please review! The number of reviews will decide how long the next chapter of my sucky story is! ^.^
