The writer was devastated. Not only was her work an utter failure but also she was getting rather adjusted at the boringness of her work. She decided to speed the whole story but adding not a twist, but a point.
The fellowship realized that they would need to support themselves if they were to live in the quaint little house with the white picket fence. In that case, they all decided the best thing to do to manage their taxes and to keep up their maintenance on the house was to get a job.
First, Aragorn got a job in a bakery. He was much engulfed in the bread makings and even more fascinated with dough. He once quoted that "if me father was not the 38th heir of Gondor, why, bless me! I would be the son of a miller." And even so, Aragorn was still fascinated with cooking, mainly because he was allowed to eat it when his creation did not come into prospective. This was only when Aragorn was hungry though.
Legolas got a job as a park ranger at a nearby park where they were lumbering. Legolas, of course, was in no support for the felling of trees. This of course only meant that Gimli just had to join that lumbering business which Legolas so detested.
Pippin and Merry, always acting like two twins, could not separate. They got their job at a circus for being midgets. No one quite knew how they pulled that off since they had no talents whatsoever besides being almost shorter than the writer herself (which is a rare talent indeed).
Sam, not having any passion (or any talent) decided he would drive the golf cart at the golfing range. It was across the avenue though so Frodo would always have to walk him over since Sam was lacking the intellect to look up and down the street before crossing. Instead, Sam would look up to the sky and then look down to his belly (since his tummy was so big he could not see his feet) and then step out into heavy traffic.
Frodo got a job as a marketing consultant in a world wide international corporation. He marketed health care products to the neighboring healthcare facilities and in turn, was paid a handsome sum for his labor.
It was when all the Fellowship took a day off (except Merry and Pippin) to go see the circus when they were in a rudely awakened surprised. When who should be fired out of the cannon but Amery Dias herself!
"My love!" cried Sam in surprise.
"Amery Dias!" cried Aragorn in amazement.
"Amery!" cried Merry and Pippin at once from the stage.
"Amery!" cried Boromir, Legolas, and Gimli in unison.
"Amery!" cried Frodo, "what out for that…." BUMP "big Pepsi sign endorsement."
"Oww," the audience went into whispers and hushed as Amery Pulled herself out of the wreckage.
"Amery! Amery Dias, my love! My precious! My one and only!" Sam ran down through the hovering crowd to greet Amery. His arms stretched out and ready to embrace her.
"Hush my darling, I see you all missed me," Amery Dias said soothingly and cast her eye upon the other members of the fellowship. She bent down and whipped the tears that began flowing from the hobbit's eyes.
"Oh yes! We have, so much indeed, we all thought you were dead," Sam was clinging to her like a dead limb, "how did you ever escape? And how did you end up working at the circus?"
"Well, I was temporarily disembodied in the creepy locnus monster's tummy. Then, are you farmiliar with Sky burials? Well, it was sort of like that. And I basically camp back to life. Quite a process huh?" Amery finished her extremely short speech abruptly.
"Oh, thank heavens your alright!" Sam said. He then leaned over to the side and whispered to no one in particular, "jez, that was the weakest line in your pointless plot, Turtle, I expect better of you next time."
The writer sighed. She had done her work as a good writer should except she thinks she will now go beat herself over the head with her clarinet for having, yet again, having absolutely no plot to this pointless story.
"That is something I really do need to work on," quotes Mock Turtle.
