Disclaimer: I own Casey and five bucks. And some gum. Want some? *Author munches thoughtfully as she proceeds to write.*
A/N: Hehe, glad you all found the last chapter amusing! Did any of you go and read my other fanfic? It's equally hilarious. Hehe. Yeah. Sorry, I just needed some humor in there or else I would have died of boredom or something.
Um, the idea of marriage between Frodo and Casey sounds pretty good but I don't know cause Casey is still meant to be normal height [say, my height, 5"3] and Frodo's like what? 4"? Unless I shrink her or something, but that would be too cliché. Thoughts?
Revelation: my author's notes are becoming longer than my chapter itself.
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Casey was staring into space. She had woken up some minutes ago, but the rest of the Fellowship were still fast asleep. She was observing Frodo, and how his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek ever so daintily. He moaned every now and then, and tossed and turned.
"What is he dreaming about?" Casey wondered, as she fingered her necklace thoughtfully. "Is he dreaming about me?" Casey's cheeks began to flush as she pondered how racy the hobbit's dreams were. But then her mind turned to more serious issues.
"What am I going to do in the mines? He will be able to see me!" She bit her lip, and without thinking, she bit down harder. She yelped in pain as a drop of blood began to emerge from her lip.
The Fellowship began to wake, and continue on their journey.
It was nearing nightfall by the time they had reached the entrance to Moria. It was dark, and the air was still. Casey shivered inwardly. She wished that there was another way round the mountain, but there was no other choice. She would have done almost anything to avoid going through the creepy mines.
The moonlight shone onto the rocky wall, and illuminated the door for the Fellowship to see.
Gandalf gripped his staff and pointed at the door, while the Fellowship gasped in awe of its ethereal beauty.
"Speak, friend, and enter," he said, while pointing to the elvish script.
"What do you suppose that means?" asked Merry.
"Well it's very simple. If you're a friend you just say the password," replied Gandalf. He pushed his staff into a notch in the door and began to call out a random elvish phrase.
Nothing happened.
Puzzled, Gandalf tried using his shoulder against the door.
Nothing happened.
The rest of the Fellowship retired to the rocks, and sat there to rest. A chill rose up Casey's spine, as she stared out into the water, from hiding behind Legolas. Something wasn't right. There was something in there. Merry and Pippin began to throw stones into the water, as a way to relieve their boredom. Casey's panic rose with every soft "plonk!" as each stone landed into the murky water.
"Stop them," she whispered in Legolas' ear, having to tiptoe to account for the elf's tall height. Legolas flushed slightly at the thought of Casey standing so close to him.
Aragorn, it seemed, had read Casey's mind. He clutched Pippin's arm as it was in mid-air.
"Do not disturb the water," he murmured, and released Pippin's arm. Pippin dropped the stone onto the ground.
Several ripples began to emerge from the far side of the water. Casey started to panic. What was wrong? Why couldn't Gandalf figure out how to get inside? She was about to step out from behind Legolas when he put an arm out.
"Not yet," he whispered.
"Not yet what?" asked the ever-inquisitive Pippin. Legolas got away without replying, for it was then that Frodo had solved the riddle.
"What is elvish for friend?" he asked, standing up.
"Hmm. Mellon," replied Gandalf. At this moment, the doors opened, just as the ripples moved closer to the shore. Gandalf ushered them all inside quickly, with Legolas and Casey bringing up the rear.
When they were all inside, Gandalf inserted a crystal into the top of his staff, and blew softly. Casey remained by the entrance, not wanting to enter.
"Soon you will feel the hospitality of the dwarves," Gimli said proudly. The others ignored what he said, but took in their surroundings.
"And they call this a mine," he continued, " A mine!"
"This isn't a mine," said Boromir sneering, "it is a tomb!"
The realization dawned on Gimli.
"Nooooo!" he cried.
Legolas analysed an arrow from a rotting skeleton. "Goblins!"
"We should never have come here," Boromir said accusingly to Gandalf.
Just then, Casey noticed something slide quickly past her. Before she could think, Frodo cried out, and fell with a thump to the floor. Somehow, he was borne away to the water before Casey could even react.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled, not realizing that everyone could hear her. But they weren't paying any attention to her - their thoughts were on Frodo, who at this moment was about to be dragged into the water.
Casey ran and grabbed Frodo, almost playing tug-of-war with the tentacle. The hobbits gathered round her and began to attempt to slice the thick tentacle with their little swords. Casey drew out Frodo's sword, Sting, and joined in the slicing, while shouting for Aragorn and Legolas.
The tentacle withdrew, and the hobbits and Casey breathed a sigh of relief. Frodo flopped down on the ground. Before any of them could question, or even notice Casey's presence, the monster rose out of the water.
"Eep," said Pippin.
"Uh-oh," said Frodo.
"Argh!" yelled Sam and Merry in unison.
"Holy shit!" screamed Casey. Sam and Merry looked questioningly at her, and Merry opened his mouth to speak. Before any sound could be emitted, the tentacle, now accompanied by more, grabbed Frodo again.
"No!" screamed Casey, as the tentacle swung Frodo higher into the air. Boromir and Aragorn joined the hobbits outside, and began to attack the tentacles as best as they could. Casey started to panic.
"Okay, can't use any psychic power here..." she thought, but then remembered that she still had Sting in her hand. Cautiously, she waded deeper into the water and joined in the slashing of the tentacles. It was a difficult job, due to the fact that the tentacles moved faster than she could, and she still had to avoid being grabbed by one of them.
There was a terrible crunching sound as the monster opened its jaws wide to receive its prey. Frodo screamed even louder. At this moment, Aragorn sliced off the offending tentacle. With a screech from the monster, Frodo fell straight into Casey's awaiting arms.
"Into the mines! Hurry!" Gandalf cried. With as much speed as she could muster, Casey ran into the mines, still carrying Frodo. Aragorn had picked up Sam and Boromir had picked up Merry and Pippin and were running in front of Casey. The monster started to emerge fully from the water, but was halted briefly by a shower of arrows of Legolas. Gimli was hiding somewhere among Gandalf's robes [A/N: Yeah, those robes are mighty big ].
Just as they had entered the mines, the monster attempted to try and enter too. Casey put Frodo down.
It couldn't fit in. In its fury, it ripped down the rocks, causing them to tumble and separate the Fellowship from it.
The last glimmer of light from outside fell across their faces as the rocks closed down among them.
Silence.
All was dark. Gandalf re-lit his crystal.
"Now we must face the dark and treacherous catacombs of Moria..." his voice trailed off as he found that none of them were listening to him. In fact, none of them were even looking at him.
Normally he would have been insulted.
But now, he understood.
"Casey," he said solemnly.
The dripping wet angel was standing next to Legolas, who had a protective arm around her shoulders.
Frodo looked at her in amazement, his mouth falling wide open. The rest of the Fellowship had a similar reaction, save Aragorn and Gandalf, who were looking knowingly at each other. Casey looked back at Frodo.
"Um, hi?"
A/N: Hehe, glad you all found the last chapter amusing! Did any of you go and read my other fanfic? It's equally hilarious. Hehe. Yeah. Sorry, I just needed some humor in there or else I would have died of boredom or something.
Um, the idea of marriage between Frodo and Casey sounds pretty good but I don't know cause Casey is still meant to be normal height [say, my height, 5"3] and Frodo's like what? 4"? Unless I shrink her or something, but that would be too cliché. Thoughts?
Revelation: my author's notes are becoming longer than my chapter itself.
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Casey was staring into space. She had woken up some minutes ago, but the rest of the Fellowship were still fast asleep. She was observing Frodo, and how his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek ever so daintily. He moaned every now and then, and tossed and turned.
"What is he dreaming about?" Casey wondered, as she fingered her necklace thoughtfully. "Is he dreaming about me?" Casey's cheeks began to flush as she pondered how racy the hobbit's dreams were. But then her mind turned to more serious issues.
"What am I going to do in the mines? He will be able to see me!" She bit her lip, and without thinking, she bit down harder. She yelped in pain as a drop of blood began to emerge from her lip.
The Fellowship began to wake, and continue on their journey.
It was nearing nightfall by the time they had reached the entrance to Moria. It was dark, and the air was still. Casey shivered inwardly. She wished that there was another way round the mountain, but there was no other choice. She would have done almost anything to avoid going through the creepy mines.
The moonlight shone onto the rocky wall, and illuminated the door for the Fellowship to see.
Gandalf gripped his staff and pointed at the door, while the Fellowship gasped in awe of its ethereal beauty.
"Speak, friend, and enter," he said, while pointing to the elvish script.
"What do you suppose that means?" asked Merry.
"Well it's very simple. If you're a friend you just say the password," replied Gandalf. He pushed his staff into a notch in the door and began to call out a random elvish phrase.
Nothing happened.
Puzzled, Gandalf tried using his shoulder against the door.
Nothing happened.
The rest of the Fellowship retired to the rocks, and sat there to rest. A chill rose up Casey's spine, as she stared out into the water, from hiding behind Legolas. Something wasn't right. There was something in there. Merry and Pippin began to throw stones into the water, as a way to relieve their boredom. Casey's panic rose with every soft "plonk!" as each stone landed into the murky water.
"Stop them," she whispered in Legolas' ear, having to tiptoe to account for the elf's tall height. Legolas flushed slightly at the thought of Casey standing so close to him.
Aragorn, it seemed, had read Casey's mind. He clutched Pippin's arm as it was in mid-air.
"Do not disturb the water," he murmured, and released Pippin's arm. Pippin dropped the stone onto the ground.
Several ripples began to emerge from the far side of the water. Casey started to panic. What was wrong? Why couldn't Gandalf figure out how to get inside? She was about to step out from behind Legolas when he put an arm out.
"Not yet," he whispered.
"Not yet what?" asked the ever-inquisitive Pippin. Legolas got away without replying, for it was then that Frodo had solved the riddle.
"What is elvish for friend?" he asked, standing up.
"Hmm. Mellon," replied Gandalf. At this moment, the doors opened, just as the ripples moved closer to the shore. Gandalf ushered them all inside quickly, with Legolas and Casey bringing up the rear.
When they were all inside, Gandalf inserted a crystal into the top of his staff, and blew softly. Casey remained by the entrance, not wanting to enter.
"Soon you will feel the hospitality of the dwarves," Gimli said proudly. The others ignored what he said, but took in their surroundings.
"And they call this a mine," he continued, " A mine!"
"This isn't a mine," said Boromir sneering, "it is a tomb!"
The realization dawned on Gimli.
"Nooooo!" he cried.
Legolas analysed an arrow from a rotting skeleton. "Goblins!"
"We should never have come here," Boromir said accusingly to Gandalf.
Just then, Casey noticed something slide quickly past her. Before she could think, Frodo cried out, and fell with a thump to the floor. Somehow, he was borne away to the water before Casey could even react.
"Oh fuck!" she yelled, not realizing that everyone could hear her. But they weren't paying any attention to her - their thoughts were on Frodo, who at this moment was about to be dragged into the water.
Casey ran and grabbed Frodo, almost playing tug-of-war with the tentacle. The hobbits gathered round her and began to attempt to slice the thick tentacle with their little swords. Casey drew out Frodo's sword, Sting, and joined in the slicing, while shouting for Aragorn and Legolas.
The tentacle withdrew, and the hobbits and Casey breathed a sigh of relief. Frodo flopped down on the ground. Before any of them could question, or even notice Casey's presence, the monster rose out of the water.
"Eep," said Pippin.
"Uh-oh," said Frodo.
"Argh!" yelled Sam and Merry in unison.
"Holy shit!" screamed Casey. Sam and Merry looked questioningly at her, and Merry opened his mouth to speak. Before any sound could be emitted, the tentacle, now accompanied by more, grabbed Frodo again.
"No!" screamed Casey, as the tentacle swung Frodo higher into the air. Boromir and Aragorn joined the hobbits outside, and began to attack the tentacles as best as they could. Casey started to panic.
"Okay, can't use any psychic power here..." she thought, but then remembered that she still had Sting in her hand. Cautiously, she waded deeper into the water and joined in the slashing of the tentacles. It was a difficult job, due to the fact that the tentacles moved faster than she could, and she still had to avoid being grabbed by one of them.
There was a terrible crunching sound as the monster opened its jaws wide to receive its prey. Frodo screamed even louder. At this moment, Aragorn sliced off the offending tentacle. With a screech from the monster, Frodo fell straight into Casey's awaiting arms.
"Into the mines! Hurry!" Gandalf cried. With as much speed as she could muster, Casey ran into the mines, still carrying Frodo. Aragorn had picked up Sam and Boromir had picked up Merry and Pippin and were running in front of Casey. The monster started to emerge fully from the water, but was halted briefly by a shower of arrows of Legolas. Gimli was hiding somewhere among Gandalf's robes [A/N: Yeah, those robes are mighty big ].
Just as they had entered the mines, the monster attempted to try and enter too. Casey put Frodo down.
It couldn't fit in. In its fury, it ripped down the rocks, causing them to tumble and separate the Fellowship from it.
The last glimmer of light from outside fell across their faces as the rocks closed down among them.
Silence.
All was dark. Gandalf re-lit his crystal.
"Now we must face the dark and treacherous catacombs of Moria..." his voice trailed off as he found that none of them were listening to him. In fact, none of them were even looking at him.
Normally he would have been insulted.
But now, he understood.
"Casey," he said solemnly.
The dripping wet angel was standing next to Legolas, who had a protective arm around her shoulders.
Frodo looked at her in amazement, his mouth falling wide open. The rest of the Fellowship had a similar reaction, save Aragorn and Gandalf, who were looking knowingly at each other. Casey looked back at Frodo.
"Um, hi?"