Lord of the Things!
Chapter Three
Frodo and Sam haven't spoken for hours and Aragorn is feeling rather uncomfortable with the silence. Then he suddenly shouts: "Oh my freakin' God!"
"What?" says Frodo, annoyed.
Aragorn is jumping up and down, rocking the boat and getting water all over the hobbits, who glare at him. He points straight ahead and they come in sight of two enormous statues of kings.
"Cool!"
"Sweet!"
From Merry and Pippin's boat:
"Cool!"
"Sweet!"
"That!" says Aragorn. "That is the Argonath!" Aragorn pulls a tan safari had and a battery powered microphone from the midst of Sam's cooking supplies. He pops the hat on his head. Frodo and Sam just stare at him.
Aragorn talks through the microphone and his voice echo's off the cliffs on either side: "The Pillars of the Kings of old, my kin. Built by some guy called RĂ³mendacil II, whata name!, back in the Second Age. These stone statues of Isildur and. um. uhhh."
"And who?" says Sam with amusement.
"Oh. erm." Aragorn blurts out the first name that comes to mind. "Arwen!" And it seems to echo extra loudly.
Frodo and Sam look at each other and burst out laughing. That, too, is magnified through the microphone. Aragorn's face turns bright red and he puts the had and microphone away, muttering to himself.
Frodo and Sam haven't spoken for hours and Aragorn is feeling rather uncomfortable with the silence. Then he suddenly shouts: "Oh my freakin' God!"
"What?" says Frodo, annoyed.
Aragorn is jumping up and down, rocking the boat and getting water all over the hobbits, who glare at him. He points straight ahead and they come in sight of two enormous statues of kings.
"Cool!"
"Sweet!"
From Merry and Pippin's boat:
"Cool!"
"Sweet!"
"That!" says Aragorn. "That is the Argonath!" Aragorn pulls a tan safari had and a battery powered microphone from the midst of Sam's cooking supplies. He pops the hat on his head. Frodo and Sam just stare at him.
Aragorn talks through the microphone and his voice echo's off the cliffs on either side: "The Pillars of the Kings of old, my kin. Built by some guy called RĂ³mendacil II, whata name!, back in the Second Age. These stone statues of Isildur and. um. uhhh."
"And who?" says Sam with amusement.
"Oh. erm." Aragorn blurts out the first name that comes to mind. "Arwen!" And it seems to echo extra loudly.
Frodo and Sam look at each other and burst out laughing. That, too, is magnified through the microphone. Aragorn's face turns bright red and he puts the had and microphone away, muttering to himself.
