THE SPELLS GONE WRONG SERIES
No. 1
Hobbits, Ants, and the "Small" World That Binds Them
As usual, I don't own them. I do not profit from them. Just leave alone! All I want is for you people to just understand that I don't want to be sued or go to jail! Who would want that? Not me! Okay, I've vented and I can continue with my story. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 7
"Right!" Aragorn shouted.
The hobbits watched as both Aragorn and Boromir lurched right, causing the squirrel they were on to make a swift turn in that direction.
Suddenly, the squirrel halted and shook itself vigorously, sending the fellowship flying off, thudding on the ground.
Merry stood up. "What was that all about?"
Aragorn looked up from the semi-soft earth and smiled. "Think of it as a shortcut, Merry."
"A short-cut to what?" Sam asked, brushing himself off.
"Mushrooms!" Pippin pointed and began to jump up and down.
"Really, really big mushrooms!" He bolted over to a mushroom that was easily twice the size of Legolas and flung his arms around as much of it as he could. A tear welled in his eye. "I've never seen any thing so beautiful."
Merry and Sam laid hands on the smooth surface of the large vegetable.
"Aragorn," Pippin said dreamily as he set a cheek on the cool face of the mushroom. "I think I've solved all Middle-Earth hunger!"
"I would say so," Boromir said as he strode up. "Look around."
The others stepped around the mushroom and looked around at a collection of carrots, cabbages, potatoes, turnips, and beans.
"Pip, have a gander at this!" Merry said, mouth agape.
Pippin still had his arms wrapped around the mushroom, but he poked his head around and instantly his jaw dropped. "This is all my dreams come true!"
"This must be some kind of garden," Legolas observed.
Aragorn patted the elf on the shoulder. "Very good, Legolas."
There was a sudden boom.
The fellowship all dropped to the ground and covered their heads. Except for Pippin who clutched even tighter to the mushroom.
A large drop of water splashed down on the ground next to Sam and Frodo, completely soaking them. They jumped to their feet in surprise.
Aragorn and Boromir looked up as more of the huge drops hit the ground, splashing up and dousing the fellowship completely. Pippin was the only one that was still dry.
"Aragorn, we must get under that vegetable of a shelter," Gimli shouted over the crashing of water.
Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas were attempting to help the hobbits dodge the falling rain. And soon, everyone was standing under the natural umbrella of a mushroom.
Pippin examined the texture intently, then leaned in and sank his teeth into the skin. He sheered off a chunk and chewed it contently.
"Couldn't you have cut out a piece instead of biting it off?" Legolas asked.
Pippin shook his head, his mouth too stuffed to say anything.
Aragorn began wringing out his hair. "Well, I guess we should all just start eating."
"Aragorn," Frodo said cautiously. "What if this is poisonous?"
Pippin stopped chewing and blinked a couple of times.
Aragorn froze and his eyes darted over to the mushroom, scanning it. "I don't think it is. It's bigger than I am, so it's hard to tell. But, I really think that it's okay. Would you happen to know, Sam?"
Sam shrugged. "Not any better than you, Aragorn."
Pippin copied the shrug and continued chewing.
"It's better than nothing, Frodo," Sam said and used his sword to carve out a piece.
"I guess you're right, Sam," Frodo answered as he accepted the piece his friend handed him. "What are we going to do now?"
Aragorn shrugged. "Wait for the rain to stop."
"And how long do you think that will be?" Sam asked. "One cannot predict when rain will cease to fall," Legolas said, sniffing the chunk of mushroom in his hand. He made a face and turned his hand palm-down, letting the mushroom piece drop to the ground.
"That was very intelligent, Legolas," Aragorn nodded. "You are indeed a smart elf."
"What about me?" Pippin asked, swallowing the wad in his mouth. "I'm intelligent."
Merry looked up at him. "As long as you think so, Pip."
In response, Pippin cautiously reached over and picked up the soaking wet chunk that Legolas dropped. He dropped it down his friend's shirt.
Merry yelped in surprise and jumped to his feet. "Now what was that all for?"
Pippin laughed giddily.
Merry joined in after a moment.
The rain continued to roll off the umbrella-shaped mushroom and fall all around them.
"We should probably go to sleep," Sam said, wringing water out of his cloak. "This rain won't let up for a while."
"Sam's right," Frodo said, leaning back against the mushroom.
Aragorn made a face. "And since when did you two take over this mission?" he asked caustically.
"Since you started getting us lost and in trouble," Merry said.
Aragorn feigned offense. "It's not me!" he protested. "It's you and Pippin. You make me do it!"
Pippin cocked his head. "Aragorn, you let two young hobbits tell you what to do?"
Aragorn blinked. "Well, I. it's just that.okay, I. as heir of Isildur and future king of Gondor, I order you to halt these questions. This is mutiny."
Everyone looked at the ground as Aragorn stared them all down, daring them to challenge his authority.
"No, are there any more questions?" he growled.
"What's mutiny mean?" Pippin asked timidly.
Aragorn threw up his hands and moaned disgustedly.
"What?" Pippin asked. "I merely desire a scrupulous indication that my circumscribed vocabulary has a genuine contingency for expanding into one of a grandiloquent nature."
Everyone turned and looked at Pippin with amazed expressions.
"What?" he asked with a shrug and a grin.
"That's it, I don't want another peep out of any of you," Aragorn said, wiggling himself into a comfortable position.
"Peep!" Pippin giggled.
Aragorn groaned and put his cloak over his head as Merry and Pippin engaged in a peeping chorus.
As usual, I don't own them. I do not profit from them. Just leave alone! All I want is for you people to just understand that I don't want to be sued or go to jail! Who would want that? Not me! Okay, I've vented and I can continue with my story. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 7
"Right!" Aragorn shouted.
The hobbits watched as both Aragorn and Boromir lurched right, causing the squirrel they were on to make a swift turn in that direction.
Suddenly, the squirrel halted and shook itself vigorously, sending the fellowship flying off, thudding on the ground.
Merry stood up. "What was that all about?"
Aragorn looked up from the semi-soft earth and smiled. "Think of it as a shortcut, Merry."
"A short-cut to what?" Sam asked, brushing himself off.
"Mushrooms!" Pippin pointed and began to jump up and down.
"Really, really big mushrooms!" He bolted over to a mushroom that was easily twice the size of Legolas and flung his arms around as much of it as he could. A tear welled in his eye. "I've never seen any thing so beautiful."
Merry and Sam laid hands on the smooth surface of the large vegetable.
"Aragorn," Pippin said dreamily as he set a cheek on the cool face of the mushroom. "I think I've solved all Middle-Earth hunger!"
"I would say so," Boromir said as he strode up. "Look around."
The others stepped around the mushroom and looked around at a collection of carrots, cabbages, potatoes, turnips, and beans.
"Pip, have a gander at this!" Merry said, mouth agape.
Pippin still had his arms wrapped around the mushroom, but he poked his head around and instantly his jaw dropped. "This is all my dreams come true!"
"This must be some kind of garden," Legolas observed.
Aragorn patted the elf on the shoulder. "Very good, Legolas."
There was a sudden boom.
The fellowship all dropped to the ground and covered their heads. Except for Pippin who clutched even tighter to the mushroom.
A large drop of water splashed down on the ground next to Sam and Frodo, completely soaking them. They jumped to their feet in surprise.
Aragorn and Boromir looked up as more of the huge drops hit the ground, splashing up and dousing the fellowship completely. Pippin was the only one that was still dry.
"Aragorn, we must get under that vegetable of a shelter," Gimli shouted over the crashing of water.
Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas were attempting to help the hobbits dodge the falling rain. And soon, everyone was standing under the natural umbrella of a mushroom.
Pippin examined the texture intently, then leaned in and sank his teeth into the skin. He sheered off a chunk and chewed it contently.
"Couldn't you have cut out a piece instead of biting it off?" Legolas asked.
Pippin shook his head, his mouth too stuffed to say anything.
Aragorn began wringing out his hair. "Well, I guess we should all just start eating."
"Aragorn," Frodo said cautiously. "What if this is poisonous?"
Pippin stopped chewing and blinked a couple of times.
Aragorn froze and his eyes darted over to the mushroom, scanning it. "I don't think it is. It's bigger than I am, so it's hard to tell. But, I really think that it's okay. Would you happen to know, Sam?"
Sam shrugged. "Not any better than you, Aragorn."
Pippin copied the shrug and continued chewing.
"It's better than nothing, Frodo," Sam said and used his sword to carve out a piece.
"I guess you're right, Sam," Frodo answered as he accepted the piece his friend handed him. "What are we going to do now?"
Aragorn shrugged. "Wait for the rain to stop."
"And how long do you think that will be?" Sam asked. "One cannot predict when rain will cease to fall," Legolas said, sniffing the chunk of mushroom in his hand. He made a face and turned his hand palm-down, letting the mushroom piece drop to the ground.
"That was very intelligent, Legolas," Aragorn nodded. "You are indeed a smart elf."
"What about me?" Pippin asked, swallowing the wad in his mouth. "I'm intelligent."
Merry looked up at him. "As long as you think so, Pip."
In response, Pippin cautiously reached over and picked up the soaking wet chunk that Legolas dropped. He dropped it down his friend's shirt.
Merry yelped in surprise and jumped to his feet. "Now what was that all for?"
Pippin laughed giddily.
Merry joined in after a moment.
The rain continued to roll off the umbrella-shaped mushroom and fall all around them.
"We should probably go to sleep," Sam said, wringing water out of his cloak. "This rain won't let up for a while."
"Sam's right," Frodo said, leaning back against the mushroom.
Aragorn made a face. "And since when did you two take over this mission?" he asked caustically.
"Since you started getting us lost and in trouble," Merry said.
Aragorn feigned offense. "It's not me!" he protested. "It's you and Pippin. You make me do it!"
Pippin cocked his head. "Aragorn, you let two young hobbits tell you what to do?"
Aragorn blinked. "Well, I. it's just that.okay, I. as heir of Isildur and future king of Gondor, I order you to halt these questions. This is mutiny."
Everyone looked at the ground as Aragorn stared them all down, daring them to challenge his authority.
"No, are there any more questions?" he growled.
"What's mutiny mean?" Pippin asked timidly.
Aragorn threw up his hands and moaned disgustedly.
"What?" Pippin asked. "I merely desire a scrupulous indication that my circumscribed vocabulary has a genuine contingency for expanding into one of a grandiloquent nature."
Everyone turned and looked at Pippin with amazed expressions.
"What?" he asked with a shrug and a grin.
"That's it, I don't want another peep out of any of you," Aragorn said, wiggling himself into a comfortable position.
"Peep!" Pippin giggled.
Aragorn groaned and put his cloak over his head as Merry and Pippin engaged in a peeping chorus.