Hi everyone..waves to Little Rat who is the only one who has reviewed
this! Glare But despite that we are coming up with ideas really fast so
expect more chapters in the very near future! Um.there is something I need
to explain before we get started. If a lightning bolt strikes a character
it symbolizes that an idea *hit* him/her.literally. That may not make sense
now but it will.so enjoy!
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"Where are we?" grumbled Dis, as the new fellowship trudged up a large hill.
"I am not quite sure," replied Radgast stroking his stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"Then what are you good for?" shouted Elorhir, who was carrying a sleeping Bilbo. "These damn hobbits are to fat!"
"I heard that!" cried Rosie.
"Stop!" yelled Glorfindel, who was acting like his normal noble self, now that he had sobered up a bit.
All nine of the others, (minus Bilbo who was sleeping) turned to look at the blonde elf.
"Do any of you notice something strange?" he whispered dramatically, just as fog began to roll over the hilltop.
There were loud noises and shouts as the fog washed over the new fellowship.
"Ouch Elladan! That was my hair!"
"Whoever is hanging on my waist please get off!"
"Sorry, nervous habit."
"Damn hobbits!"
"I heard that!"
"Remove your hands from the Horn of Gondor!"
"I thought it was broken."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Oh..ewww!"
"Quiet!" yelled Smeagol, who was getting really pissed off.
But suddenly it *was* quiet, and a chill went down his spine.
"Deagol my love!" he called, but there was no answer. "Damn wizard," he muttered as he peered into the gloom. "He led us right to the Barrow- Downs."
"Smeagol." came a low raspy voice. "I am waiting for you.."
"Ah!" Smeagol cried, running around in circles, his hands over his ears. "It's the ring again. That damn fucking ring! Make it go away! Ah!"
"Well honestly! You are scared of a ring? What kind of silly hobbit are you?"
Smeagol looked up to see the most horrible living.or maybe it was dead, he just couldn't make up his mind.creature he had ever seen!
"Ah!" he screamed again. "It's the living dead! Kill it!"
"Well that's rude," said the Barrow-wight, pushing his crown up further onto the decaying skin that was his forehead. "I find nine miserable creatures, and I don't run around killing them do I?"
"Well." Smeagol began, but then a thunderbolt hit him, and he fell over, a shocked expression of realization on his face.
"Takes care of my job," hissed the Barrow-wight evilly, as he deposited Smeagol next to the other nine members of the new fellowship, who were all clad in white.
"Ten of them Bob!" called the Barrow-wight to his friend who handed him a mug of beer. "Ten I tell you, we made a good catch today."
But he was interrupted by loud rap music rising over the hills.
"That damn rap music!" cried the Barrow-wight, his crown falling over his eyes. "Not again!"
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Hmmm.who is playing the rap music? That is for us to know and you to find out.in the next chapter!
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"Where are we?" grumbled Dis, as the new fellowship trudged up a large hill.
"I am not quite sure," replied Radgast stroking his stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"Then what are you good for?" shouted Elorhir, who was carrying a sleeping Bilbo. "These damn hobbits are to fat!"
"I heard that!" cried Rosie.
"Stop!" yelled Glorfindel, who was acting like his normal noble self, now that he had sobered up a bit.
All nine of the others, (minus Bilbo who was sleeping) turned to look at the blonde elf.
"Do any of you notice something strange?" he whispered dramatically, just as fog began to roll over the hilltop.
There were loud noises and shouts as the fog washed over the new fellowship.
"Ouch Elladan! That was my hair!"
"Whoever is hanging on my waist please get off!"
"Sorry, nervous habit."
"Damn hobbits!"
"I heard that!"
"Remove your hands from the Horn of Gondor!"
"I thought it was broken."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Oh..ewww!"
"Quiet!" yelled Smeagol, who was getting really pissed off.
But suddenly it *was* quiet, and a chill went down his spine.
"Deagol my love!" he called, but there was no answer. "Damn wizard," he muttered as he peered into the gloom. "He led us right to the Barrow- Downs."
"Smeagol." came a low raspy voice. "I am waiting for you.."
"Ah!" Smeagol cried, running around in circles, his hands over his ears. "It's the ring again. That damn fucking ring! Make it go away! Ah!"
"Well honestly! You are scared of a ring? What kind of silly hobbit are you?"
Smeagol looked up to see the most horrible living.or maybe it was dead, he just couldn't make up his mind.creature he had ever seen!
"Ah!" he screamed again. "It's the living dead! Kill it!"
"Well that's rude," said the Barrow-wight, pushing his crown up further onto the decaying skin that was his forehead. "I find nine miserable creatures, and I don't run around killing them do I?"
"Well." Smeagol began, but then a thunderbolt hit him, and he fell over, a shocked expression of realization on his face.
"Takes care of my job," hissed the Barrow-wight evilly, as he deposited Smeagol next to the other nine members of the new fellowship, who were all clad in white.
"Ten of them Bob!" called the Barrow-wight to his friend who handed him a mug of beer. "Ten I tell you, we made a good catch today."
But he was interrupted by loud rap music rising over the hills.
"That damn rap music!" cried the Barrow-wight, his crown falling over his eyes. "Not again!"
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Hmmm.who is playing the rap music? That is for us to know and you to find out.in the next chapter!