A/N: Oh yes, and I am back! Thank you, thank you everyone who has reviewed!
It's so nice to know people have been looking at my little story, and what
they're thinking.
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It was hopeless, Legolas decided. The rest of the Fellowship must have gone off on the quest, leaving poor him behind in the evil clutches of Saruman. He was really starting to get depressed, something that had never happened in all of his hundreds and hundreds of years of life. He didn't even really care anymore that Saruman was going to do something terrible to him.
Legolas stared at the door moodily. That was the key. that was the key to escape, he thought idly. The window wouldn't work, it was too high up. If he tried to jump out of it he would break his neck. or a nail or something. Legolas sighed. Nothing. nothing.nothing. no- Gandalf?
"Gandalf!" Legolas screamed. "You, you like, came to rescue me!" He leapt off of the doily and flung the door open.
His enthusiasm was quenched in the next second. "Fool of an Elf!" Gandalf hissed. "Where's Saruman?"
"Ahem." An ominous sounding cough came from behind Legolas.
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Frodo opened his eyes. After many false starts, he had managed to get up and was hanging by his fingers on a fourth-story windowsill. He pulled himself on and looked around. Inside was a dimly lit corridor.
"Frodo?" a strained voice whispered.
"Yes Aragorn?"
"MOVE!" Frodo looked out of the window. He was sitting on Aragorn's fingers.
"Oh. Sorry Strider." Frodo leapt out of the way and did not notice that the door in front of him was open a crack. He burst in and fell on what he thought was a large feather mattress. It turned out to be a flock of chickens with motors strapped to their backs. When the birds saw him, they screeched and flew up and at him.
Aragorn leapt to the rescue with his sword, Anduril. He managed to deflect every one of the chickens coming at him and Frodo, and soon all the birds were lying on the ground, stunned. "Come on," he whispered to Frodo. "Let's get out of here before they wake up."
They tiptoed out of the room and started going to the left. After about half an hour, they had crossed half the winding circular pathway that was slowly inclining up. Frodo was starting to get bored and thinking longingly of the breakfast that morning, which now seemed very far off indeed, when Aragorn halted and ducked down.
"Look!" he whispered. Frodo looked at the small window several feet above his head. "Oh, sorry." Aragorn lifted him up so his eyes were barely above the windowsill. Frodo saw Gandalf and Legolas in a metal cage. Saruman was pacing around them, looking pensive.
None of the above mentioned noticed a large motorized chicken flying back and forth in the corridor.
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Pippin climbed up to the opening where the hands had appeared. He looked in the room and saw a washing machine, dryer and numerous piles of laundry. There was no one in sight.
"What luck!" Pippin said to himself. "I must be close now. Wouldn't it be something if I was the one to rescue everyone?" He tumbled headfirst into a pile of some clean clothes on the floor, but to his surprise hit his head on something hard. Pippin felt though the clothes until he pulled out something very strange looking.
It was a sphere, made out of some sort of glass, perhaps. The inside was darkish, with cloudy swirls. Pippin had a sudden thought that he could sit there for hours, looking at it. It had an almost irresistible charm, somehow. "Well now," he said out loud, "let's see what this is." ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
"I said I was sorry," Legolas whined. "What else do you want? You're, like, scaring me."
Gandalf just continued to stare silently at the elf. He pointed at Legolas and started to mumble something.
"Ahhh!" Legolas screeched. He backed up until he was against the bars. "Now you're, you're like trying to hex me or something." Gandalf glared at him for another moment and then started to chuckle.
"Not funny," Legolas pouted.
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I'm not the hero type, Frodo thought. So why am I doing this?
"One." Aragorn whispered. "Two. three!"
Frodo swung the door open and Aragorn rushed in, with Frodo at his heels. The ranger started towards Saruman with his sword pointing at the wizard's neck.
"Mortal," Saruman said calmly, "you would be dead as soon as you THOUGHT to strike." His voice turned gentle, beseeching. "But why must we all fight so? Come, put down your weapon and we can talk and have tea."
Aragorn hesitated. Saruman continued. "Yes, I see that reason is coming to you. Let's sit down now, shall we? Only do try not to get dirt on my finely embroidered cushions. Care for a coo- a cook- a- a." Saruman's voice trailed off. His eyes were wide with horror.
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A/N: Hello. Hello. Hehehehehe. if you've read the books, you know what Pippin found.
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It was hopeless, Legolas decided. The rest of the Fellowship must have gone off on the quest, leaving poor him behind in the evil clutches of Saruman. He was really starting to get depressed, something that had never happened in all of his hundreds and hundreds of years of life. He didn't even really care anymore that Saruman was going to do something terrible to him.
Legolas stared at the door moodily. That was the key. that was the key to escape, he thought idly. The window wouldn't work, it was too high up. If he tried to jump out of it he would break his neck. or a nail or something. Legolas sighed. Nothing. nothing.nothing. no- Gandalf?
"Gandalf!" Legolas screamed. "You, you like, came to rescue me!" He leapt off of the doily and flung the door open.
His enthusiasm was quenched in the next second. "Fool of an Elf!" Gandalf hissed. "Where's Saruman?"
"Ahem." An ominous sounding cough came from behind Legolas.
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
Frodo opened his eyes. After many false starts, he had managed to get up and was hanging by his fingers on a fourth-story windowsill. He pulled himself on and looked around. Inside was a dimly lit corridor.
"Frodo?" a strained voice whispered.
"Yes Aragorn?"
"MOVE!" Frodo looked out of the window. He was sitting on Aragorn's fingers.
"Oh. Sorry Strider." Frodo leapt out of the way and did not notice that the door in front of him was open a crack. He burst in and fell on what he thought was a large feather mattress. It turned out to be a flock of chickens with motors strapped to their backs. When the birds saw him, they screeched and flew up and at him.
Aragorn leapt to the rescue with his sword, Anduril. He managed to deflect every one of the chickens coming at him and Frodo, and soon all the birds were lying on the ground, stunned. "Come on," he whispered to Frodo. "Let's get out of here before they wake up."
They tiptoed out of the room and started going to the left. After about half an hour, they had crossed half the winding circular pathway that was slowly inclining up. Frodo was starting to get bored and thinking longingly of the breakfast that morning, which now seemed very far off indeed, when Aragorn halted and ducked down.
"Look!" he whispered. Frodo looked at the small window several feet above his head. "Oh, sorry." Aragorn lifted him up so his eyes were barely above the windowsill. Frodo saw Gandalf and Legolas in a metal cage. Saruman was pacing around them, looking pensive.
None of the above mentioned noticed a large motorized chicken flying back and forth in the corridor.
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Pippin climbed up to the opening where the hands had appeared. He looked in the room and saw a washing machine, dryer and numerous piles of laundry. There was no one in sight.
"What luck!" Pippin said to himself. "I must be close now. Wouldn't it be something if I was the one to rescue everyone?" He tumbled headfirst into a pile of some clean clothes on the floor, but to his surprise hit his head on something hard. Pippin felt though the clothes until he pulled out something very strange looking.
It was a sphere, made out of some sort of glass, perhaps. The inside was darkish, with cloudy swirls. Pippin had a sudden thought that he could sit there for hours, looking at it. It had an almost irresistible charm, somehow. "Well now," he said out loud, "let's see what this is." ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~
"I said I was sorry," Legolas whined. "What else do you want? You're, like, scaring me."
Gandalf just continued to stare silently at the elf. He pointed at Legolas and started to mumble something.
"Ahhh!" Legolas screeched. He backed up until he was against the bars. "Now you're, you're like trying to hex me or something." Gandalf glared at him for another moment and then started to chuckle.
"Not funny," Legolas pouted.
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I'm not the hero type, Frodo thought. So why am I doing this?
"One." Aragorn whispered. "Two. three!"
Frodo swung the door open and Aragorn rushed in, with Frodo at his heels. The ranger started towards Saruman with his sword pointing at the wizard's neck.
"Mortal," Saruman said calmly, "you would be dead as soon as you THOUGHT to strike." His voice turned gentle, beseeching. "But why must we all fight so? Come, put down your weapon and we can talk and have tea."
Aragorn hesitated. Saruman continued. "Yes, I see that reason is coming to you. Let's sit down now, shall we? Only do try not to get dirt on my finely embroidered cushions. Care for a coo- a cook- a- a." Saruman's voice trailed off. His eyes were wide with horror.
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A/N: Hello. Hello. Hehehehehe. if you've read the books, you know what Pippin found.