Chapter eight
Ok, do not review me! That reverse psychology. Ok, REVIEW ME!!
Even flames, but try to have constructive flames rather than just bitchy ones.
Chapter update, in this chapter you get to meet Fran the red, and get a little bit into Sam's mind. Just R and R, you'll get it in the end.
Also I've got an authors note. Fran, Xandra and everyone else in Ered Nimras has an English accent. Xandra has a slight American twinge because she has live in the shire for so long. Another note, Legolas, Gimli and all other character younger than fifty have American accents. That should help a bit with pronunciation and language. I just write this because I'm writing a latter scene involving these characters at the moment.
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Xandra at this time had just reached the foothill of Ered Nimras. She was wore dark blue grunge jeans and a white shirt with a blue string vest over the top. She also had her staff in her hand. She saw the locked gates and smiled .She stepped back a few paces and threw a fireball at the gates. She was disappointed to see that it didn't have an effect. Then she read the sign on the door.
"Fire balls do not effect this door."
She sighed and pressed the doorbell at the side. There wasn't an answer. She pressed it again, the electronic buzz boring deep into her skull. Then, after a few seconds she realised the door was open. She pushed it faintly and it squeaked open. She didn't expect to see what she saw. She didn't see a student hovel, she saw a minimalist dream. It was all white, including the furniture, but no one was there. She touched the table next to her. No dust. This was scary.
'Ah sister, You're here….'She looked around.
Fran stood at the end of the room. He was wearing the traditional robes that Xandra only wore on special occasions, but instead of red, he wore white. He had knocked out all of the walls, and all that was left was a long room.
'Fran, what the hell is going on?' she asked, 'I've been told that you've taken over the school and that you've got the headmaster in a prison. I need to see him immediately!'
'Xandra, Xandra, Xandra,' he soothed, 'You will see what you want in time, but I must tell you a few things before you say another word. ' He said with a sneer.
'Fran...' she said, getting scared. He clicked his fingers. Two female students came out of nowhere and grabbed her, taking her staff away. They were both robed in white traditional clothes as well. Xandra struggled, but they had a hard grip. 'FRAN, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!' she screamed, 'YOU TELL ME NOW OR I WILL BLOW UP THIS FUCKING BUILDING!'
'Xandra, dear Xandra,' he said, coming close to her face and smiling, taunting her, 'That's always been you trouble. You've always been hasty to fight. That's why I've won. I used my brain before my staff. I knew you would come, I've heard of it too. I know you know where it is.'
'Look, if you could tell me what you're talking about, I'd be happy, but unfortunately I don't.' She said, still struggling.
'Ah, time among mortals has dulled your senses.' Said Fran.
'Look, just tell me what you're going on about!' shouted Xandra, 'I was sent by Gandalf to find out about the other ring of power, that's….' She stopped, just realising what she had said. 'Oh shit!' she said quietly.' That's it isn't it? You want the other ring of power.'
'Ten out of ten for observation.' Said Fran nastily, 'Yes I do, and Sauron has promised me that I will have power over half of middle earth.'
'Fran, are you thick or something?' Exclaimed Xandra 'For one so supposedly wise you are an idiot. SAURON DOES NOT SHARE POWER!'
Fran's expression changed from one of nasty Pride to one of outraged hurt. He stepped close to her face and slapped her.
'Don't you ever, EVER, say that again!' he whispered so loud that it echoed around the hall.
'And these girls,' she started, smiling even though her face hurt, 'How the hell did you get them? I though everyone knew you was crap.'
'At what exactly?' said Fran with a warning voice.
'Sex.' She said simply.' I've heard what they said about you. Limp dick they called you…'
'Shut the fuck up!' he screamed, 'Shut up bitch! It's not like you've even fucked!'
The girls held onto her arms harder, their fingernails digging into her skin.
'Yeah Fran, you might live in this fantasy world, but I really need to talk to Ragagas the White. Now take me to him!'
'Xandra, on all of your journeys, have to ever developed supernatural powers?' he said with a hint of pride.
'Oh no, please don't say you've done what I think you've done….' Said Xandra.
'Are you thinking that I've killed him? Well, you're right.' He said with a smile. 'He is dead.'
Xandra's mouth opened and said in a whisper that filled the hall,' You bastard. You utter, utter bastard.'
He slapped her again. 'Imprison her on the special tower!'
Xandra stood up as best as she could. 'Fran. That is so cliché.' The girls pulled her across the floor, Xandra kicking and screaming.' I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!' she shouted.
'Yeah, right. When pigs fly!' he shouted back. Then he pointed his staff at her.
Xandra didn't feel sick, or as if half her body had been left behind, but she appeared on top of a tower above a dark land. Then she realised that Fran had rebuilt Sauroman tower. She was on the same tower that Gandalf had been imprisoned on. Damn. That was not a good thing.
She lent against a wall. Then she heard a sound. It was a faint buzzing, like the static of a radio. Xandra stood up fast, realising that it might actually be a radio. She looked over the tower. It was bare, just the Four Corners and the floor, that was it. Then she looked over the edge. Some orcs were setting up a radio, which began to play some loud music. They laughed evilly with there orcish voices and Fran appeared.
'Work you fools, work! We must have energy to get the lord's army ready!' he pointed his staff at the radio and it exploded. The orcs gibbered like monkeys and ran off, back to the mines.
She slid down a wall and crumpled into a foetal position. It was getting cold, even with the continuing bellowing of smoke from the mines, she was alone with no one to talk to, and she knew she was going to die. She really didn't have a hope
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Meanwhile the rest of them had been travelling for another five hours and had reached the campsite. Mr Greenleaf had given out the tents, and at the moment he was laughing at Ledron and Thorin's attempts at tent setting up. They were refusing to work together and at the moment one end was propped up with hope alone and the other had virtually no sheet. It had crashed in the middle and they were having a row.
'Oh, so pretty boy knows everything about camping does he?' shouted Thorin at Ledron.
'At least my end has some sheet!' shouted Ledron. 'Not just metal!' Estel came back with the three bags, which he had agreed to take. When he saw the tent he dropped everything.
'What the fuck have you done with the tent!' he said loudly.
'Ah, Mr Estel, It appears that they have refused to agree which should be done first, the structure or the pegging.' Said Mr Greenleaf, sitting on a convenient rock.
'He started it!' said Ledron.
'Come on you guys!' he said, 'We all have to sleep in this tent, so we better put it up right.'
'Yeah, that's what I said, ' argued Ledron, 'but "Mr Dwarf" here knows best say that we need to put the pegs in first, and he is so not right!'
'I did not say that!' interjected Thorin, 'I said that we needed to prop it up, so he obviously refused to work with me on that!'
'SHUT UP!' shouted Estel as they tried to throw in more arguments.
I wish Xandra were here, He thought to himself, she knows how to sort out these two. Admittedly by pinning them up to a tree, but it works.
'Right, Ledron hold that end, He said giving him a pair of poles connected by an A peg,' And Thorin hold that!' It was the same, but on the other side.
Estel held up the longest pole and slipped it onto the top of the A pegs. 'Err, don't let go yet,' he said, 'I just need to put the canvas on…' He reached to the pile of tent stuff and grabbed the canvas, making sure that it was the right way out. He threw it over all of them and stood back. 'Maybe you guys need to get out from underneath and actually put it in the A pegs.'
The dwarf and elf did not look impressed as they crawled from under the canvas. 'You pussy!' shouted Thorin, 'that was totally gay!'
'Look, just put up your end of the tent you twat!' said Estel. Ledron and Thorin, avoiding each other's eyes sorted each end of the tent. 'Now that's up you peg up each end, alright?'
Estel picked up some pegs and passed them over to the two arguing parties.
They stood silent for a few seconds and then said, 'Aren't we meant to have hammers or something?' said Thorin, shifting his feet.
'Oh give them here you idiots!' said Pippin who had just appeared behind them. She grabbed the tent pegs from Ledron and Thorin and threw one set over the other side of the tent. Froda caught it. She nodded at them and pushed the pegs into the ground with her hands. A few minutes later they had both pegged it into the ground while the helpless male just watched. Pippin stood up and wiped her brow.
'How come you big strong men are having trouble with your tent?' she said
'Yeah, we poor feeble females had our tent up in half the time you guys have.' Said Froda walking around the tent.
'Err…' Ledron looked at Thorin.
'Umm….' Said Thorin, looked back.
Froda sighed. 'Just pass me your top sheet and help us on with it.'
'Err…' said Estel…'Topsheet?'
'Try the big piece of canvas you have left over.' Translated Pippin.
'Err, big piece of canvas…' started Ledron. Then realising that no one was amused passed it over. They threw it over and sorted it out. Pippin and Froda gave back the remaining tent pegs, 'I should think that you can deal with that.' Said Pippin. She flicked her hair in a familiar way and walked off.
They stood astounded. Estel held some pegs. 'Better get started then.' He said.
'Yeah.' Said Ledron.
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Froda had disappeared at this time, literally. She had slipped the ring on, and had decided to search the campsite unseen. She passed Kavamir and Merry's tent. At the moment they were arguing which side of the tent they were going to sleep on.
Froda smiled and noticed that Sam wasn't around. She examined the ground. There were some hobbit-sized tracks leading into the forest. She felt inside her coat, checking that the knife she was hiding was still in her pocket. Good. It was just the right size.
She walked into the forest following the tracks. She soon found among the pine tree a fresh water river. The tracks stopped and she found about ten minutes up the river, Sam. He was washing his face and hands in the river. He had only been here ten minutes and he had already had his arms and face covered in mud.
Water ran off his chin slowly, each perfect clear drop left ripples in the water. He plunged his hands into the water and threw a handful of water over his golden brown curls. Froda knew she shouldn't be watching, but at the moment she was glued to the spot.
He looked into the river at his reflection. He wiped his face with his sleeve. He looked into the river again and sighed. 'Man, this is one trip.' He said to his reflection.
Froda watched, mesmerised.
'I bet Merry and Kavamir haven't noticed I'm gone. ' He said to his reflection. It stared back at him, not saying a word.
He looked into the water, and checking for listeners he lent forward and said to the water, 'Y'know, I bet that no one noticed that I was gone. I'm just good old Sam, nothing different or interesting. Ledron, Estel and Thorin are all team captains, Kavamir and Merry are jokesters and Xandra and Pippin are the most fancied girls in school. All right, I don't want to like a Homo magnet, but I wish I were interesting! I wish I wasn't just a tag along, I wish I knew wear I fit in!'
Sam was now ranting and raging at the river. Froda had never seen him like this. He all ways seemed like a very mellow, nice person. The type of person who genuinely never thought badly of people. This was a shock. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't move.
'Why am I always a backdrop to the others. I wish I could be like, a hero, or a really cool guy. For once getting the complements rather than making them. I WISH I KNEW HOW TO TURN HER ON!'
He stopped, looking around for more listeners. He seemed to have stopped raging, as if he had admitted a guilty secret. He breathed heavily and fell backwards onto his arse like he had been pushed over. He hyperventilated, and then shouted to the world in general,' There, I've said it! I want her! I want her. I know she hates me and thinks I'm a twat, but I want her. I want her more than anyone before! I want her not for quick shags, but for me.'
Froda could believe her ears. He had the hots for some one. Who this some one was, was to be found out, but she was already jealous. The woman he wanted was a bitch. She ran off into the forest. She didn't want to know any more.
'Yes!' said Sam under his breath, 'I've said it. I want Froda.'
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Froda took the ring off a little into the forest. She put it back around her neck and put her hand in front of her face again. Good, she was visible. She sat down on a tree stump and thought about what Sam had said. He really wanted to be a hero? He had always struck him as very unambiguous, as if he wanted to be in the backdrop. She had never thought that he wanted to be a hero.
He also had such a bad crush on someone. She hated that person. They had something that she would never have. Sam's heart. She sighed. No one would have noticed by now that either of them had gone. She felt inside her jacket for the knife. She slid it out of the inner pocket and held it by the sheaf. She held it theatrically above her arm, as if deciding which part of it to carve. She held it there a few seconds, shaking.
She heard footsteps. She dropped the knife and it hit the ground. She turned around. It was Sam. He hadn't noticed her. He turned around at the sound of the knife hitting the ground.
'What the…oh, it's you.' He said.
'Yeah. I thought I might try to find you.' She said smiling faintly. He seemed a little embarrassed to see her. He wrung his hands together. Froda couldn't help but notice the water stains on his clean white T-shirt. She looked at it a little to long, then he said, 'I've just been by the river.'
'Oh. Shall I take you back to camp?' she said, picking up the knife. On reflection that wasn't really the best thing to do.
'Err, maybe not.' He said backing away.
She put the knife into her jacket and rolled her eyes.' Come on, I promise not to kill you.' She took his hand.
'SAM! FRODA! WHERE ARE YOU!' Shouted a voice at the top of a hill. They looked from were they were. Mr Greenleaf was standing at the top of a hill. He had changed out of his elfish gear and wore a pair of jeans with a red tight hoodie. They both smiled, and waved at him.
'Oh, there you are. No one knew where you had gone. ' He said jogging gracefully down the hill.
'I came down here to wash. There's a river. And water.' Said Sam.
'Froda, should you be wandering off?' said Mr Greenleaf concerned, winking a wink that meant, "You realise that you're on a mission to save middle earth, not a school camping trip?"
'Err, I just followed Sam to find out if there was a river.' She said in a tone that said, "Yes, I know, but do you want everyone else to know?"
'Ok, just get back to camp. No one is to walk off on their own. They have to go in pairs." Said Mr Greenleaf sighing.
'Well, we know. Thanks.' Said Froda, pulling Sam up the hill after her.
'All right, but I shall be cooking if no-one else gets anything started.' Shouted Mr Greenleaf from behind them. Sam ran faster, now pulling Froda behind him.
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Ok, there is more, whether you like it or not, so I'll put that up as soon as possible. Let's just say this has the potential for at least fifty chapters, and we've got a whole lot of havens, adventure and anger to read and write. Also, 'cause I just want everyone to know this, Froda will meet Frodo. Right, that's made your day, enjoy!
Ok, do not review me! That reverse psychology. Ok, REVIEW ME!!
Even flames, but try to have constructive flames rather than just bitchy ones.
Chapter update, in this chapter you get to meet Fran the red, and get a little bit into Sam's mind. Just R and R, you'll get it in the end.
Also I've got an authors note. Fran, Xandra and everyone else in Ered Nimras has an English accent. Xandra has a slight American twinge because she has live in the shire for so long. Another note, Legolas, Gimli and all other character younger than fifty have American accents. That should help a bit with pronunciation and language. I just write this because I'm writing a latter scene involving these characters at the moment.
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Xandra at this time had just reached the foothill of Ered Nimras. She was wore dark blue grunge jeans and a white shirt with a blue string vest over the top. She also had her staff in her hand. She saw the locked gates and smiled .She stepped back a few paces and threw a fireball at the gates. She was disappointed to see that it didn't have an effect. Then she read the sign on the door.
"Fire balls do not effect this door."
She sighed and pressed the doorbell at the side. There wasn't an answer. She pressed it again, the electronic buzz boring deep into her skull. Then, after a few seconds she realised the door was open. She pushed it faintly and it squeaked open. She didn't expect to see what she saw. She didn't see a student hovel, she saw a minimalist dream. It was all white, including the furniture, but no one was there. She touched the table next to her. No dust. This was scary.
'Ah sister, You're here….'She looked around.
Fran stood at the end of the room. He was wearing the traditional robes that Xandra only wore on special occasions, but instead of red, he wore white. He had knocked out all of the walls, and all that was left was a long room.
'Fran, what the hell is going on?' she asked, 'I've been told that you've taken over the school and that you've got the headmaster in a prison. I need to see him immediately!'
'Xandra, Xandra, Xandra,' he soothed, 'You will see what you want in time, but I must tell you a few things before you say another word. ' He said with a sneer.
'Fran...' she said, getting scared. He clicked his fingers. Two female students came out of nowhere and grabbed her, taking her staff away. They were both robed in white traditional clothes as well. Xandra struggled, but they had a hard grip. 'FRAN, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!' she screamed, 'YOU TELL ME NOW OR I WILL BLOW UP THIS FUCKING BUILDING!'
'Xandra, dear Xandra,' he said, coming close to her face and smiling, taunting her, 'That's always been you trouble. You've always been hasty to fight. That's why I've won. I used my brain before my staff. I knew you would come, I've heard of it too. I know you know where it is.'
'Look, if you could tell me what you're talking about, I'd be happy, but unfortunately I don't.' She said, still struggling.
'Ah, time among mortals has dulled your senses.' Said Fran.
'Look, just tell me what you're going on about!' shouted Xandra, 'I was sent by Gandalf to find out about the other ring of power, that's….' She stopped, just realising what she had said. 'Oh shit!' she said quietly.' That's it isn't it? You want the other ring of power.'
'Ten out of ten for observation.' Said Fran nastily, 'Yes I do, and Sauron has promised me that I will have power over half of middle earth.'
'Fran, are you thick or something?' Exclaimed Xandra 'For one so supposedly wise you are an idiot. SAURON DOES NOT SHARE POWER!'
Fran's expression changed from one of nasty Pride to one of outraged hurt. He stepped close to her face and slapped her.
'Don't you ever, EVER, say that again!' he whispered so loud that it echoed around the hall.
'And these girls,' she started, smiling even though her face hurt, 'How the hell did you get them? I though everyone knew you was crap.'
'At what exactly?' said Fran with a warning voice.
'Sex.' She said simply.' I've heard what they said about you. Limp dick they called you…'
'Shut the fuck up!' he screamed, 'Shut up bitch! It's not like you've even fucked!'
The girls held onto her arms harder, their fingernails digging into her skin.
'Yeah Fran, you might live in this fantasy world, but I really need to talk to Ragagas the White. Now take me to him!'
'Xandra, on all of your journeys, have to ever developed supernatural powers?' he said with a hint of pride.
'Oh no, please don't say you've done what I think you've done….' Said Xandra.
'Are you thinking that I've killed him? Well, you're right.' He said with a smile. 'He is dead.'
Xandra's mouth opened and said in a whisper that filled the hall,' You bastard. You utter, utter bastard.'
He slapped her again. 'Imprison her on the special tower!'
Xandra stood up as best as she could. 'Fran. That is so cliché.' The girls pulled her across the floor, Xandra kicking and screaming.' I'M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!' she shouted.
'Yeah, right. When pigs fly!' he shouted back. Then he pointed his staff at her.
Xandra didn't feel sick, or as if half her body had been left behind, but she appeared on top of a tower above a dark land. Then she realised that Fran had rebuilt Sauroman tower. She was on the same tower that Gandalf had been imprisoned on. Damn. That was not a good thing.
She lent against a wall. Then she heard a sound. It was a faint buzzing, like the static of a radio. Xandra stood up fast, realising that it might actually be a radio. She looked over the tower. It was bare, just the Four Corners and the floor, that was it. Then she looked over the edge. Some orcs were setting up a radio, which began to play some loud music. They laughed evilly with there orcish voices and Fran appeared.
'Work you fools, work! We must have energy to get the lord's army ready!' he pointed his staff at the radio and it exploded. The orcs gibbered like monkeys and ran off, back to the mines.
She slid down a wall and crumpled into a foetal position. It was getting cold, even with the continuing bellowing of smoke from the mines, she was alone with no one to talk to, and she knew she was going to die. She really didn't have a hope
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Meanwhile the rest of them had been travelling for another five hours and had reached the campsite. Mr Greenleaf had given out the tents, and at the moment he was laughing at Ledron and Thorin's attempts at tent setting up. They were refusing to work together and at the moment one end was propped up with hope alone and the other had virtually no sheet. It had crashed in the middle and they were having a row.
'Oh, so pretty boy knows everything about camping does he?' shouted Thorin at Ledron.
'At least my end has some sheet!' shouted Ledron. 'Not just metal!' Estel came back with the three bags, which he had agreed to take. When he saw the tent he dropped everything.
'What the fuck have you done with the tent!' he said loudly.
'Ah, Mr Estel, It appears that they have refused to agree which should be done first, the structure or the pegging.' Said Mr Greenleaf, sitting on a convenient rock.
'He started it!' said Ledron.
'Come on you guys!' he said, 'We all have to sleep in this tent, so we better put it up right.'
'Yeah, that's what I said, ' argued Ledron, 'but "Mr Dwarf" here knows best say that we need to put the pegs in first, and he is so not right!'
'I did not say that!' interjected Thorin, 'I said that we needed to prop it up, so he obviously refused to work with me on that!'
'SHUT UP!' shouted Estel as they tried to throw in more arguments.
I wish Xandra were here, He thought to himself, she knows how to sort out these two. Admittedly by pinning them up to a tree, but it works.
'Right, Ledron hold that end, He said giving him a pair of poles connected by an A peg,' And Thorin hold that!' It was the same, but on the other side.
Estel held up the longest pole and slipped it onto the top of the A pegs. 'Err, don't let go yet,' he said, 'I just need to put the canvas on…' He reached to the pile of tent stuff and grabbed the canvas, making sure that it was the right way out. He threw it over all of them and stood back. 'Maybe you guys need to get out from underneath and actually put it in the A pegs.'
The dwarf and elf did not look impressed as they crawled from under the canvas. 'You pussy!' shouted Thorin, 'that was totally gay!'
'Look, just put up your end of the tent you twat!' said Estel. Ledron and Thorin, avoiding each other's eyes sorted each end of the tent. 'Now that's up you peg up each end, alright?'
Estel picked up some pegs and passed them over to the two arguing parties.
They stood silent for a few seconds and then said, 'Aren't we meant to have hammers or something?' said Thorin, shifting his feet.
'Oh give them here you idiots!' said Pippin who had just appeared behind them. She grabbed the tent pegs from Ledron and Thorin and threw one set over the other side of the tent. Froda caught it. She nodded at them and pushed the pegs into the ground with her hands. A few minutes later they had both pegged it into the ground while the helpless male just watched. Pippin stood up and wiped her brow.
'How come you big strong men are having trouble with your tent?' she said
'Yeah, we poor feeble females had our tent up in half the time you guys have.' Said Froda walking around the tent.
'Err…' Ledron looked at Thorin.
'Umm….' Said Thorin, looked back.
Froda sighed. 'Just pass me your top sheet and help us on with it.'
'Err…' said Estel…'Topsheet?'
'Try the big piece of canvas you have left over.' Translated Pippin.
'Err, big piece of canvas…' started Ledron. Then realising that no one was amused passed it over. They threw it over and sorted it out. Pippin and Froda gave back the remaining tent pegs, 'I should think that you can deal with that.' Said Pippin. She flicked her hair in a familiar way and walked off.
They stood astounded. Estel held some pegs. 'Better get started then.' He said.
'Yeah.' Said Ledron.
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Froda had disappeared at this time, literally. She had slipped the ring on, and had decided to search the campsite unseen. She passed Kavamir and Merry's tent. At the moment they were arguing which side of the tent they were going to sleep on.
Froda smiled and noticed that Sam wasn't around. She examined the ground. There were some hobbit-sized tracks leading into the forest. She felt inside her coat, checking that the knife she was hiding was still in her pocket. Good. It was just the right size.
She walked into the forest following the tracks. She soon found among the pine tree a fresh water river. The tracks stopped and she found about ten minutes up the river, Sam. He was washing his face and hands in the river. He had only been here ten minutes and he had already had his arms and face covered in mud.
Water ran off his chin slowly, each perfect clear drop left ripples in the water. He plunged his hands into the water and threw a handful of water over his golden brown curls. Froda knew she shouldn't be watching, but at the moment she was glued to the spot.
He looked into the river at his reflection. He wiped his face with his sleeve. He looked into the river again and sighed. 'Man, this is one trip.' He said to his reflection.
Froda watched, mesmerised.
'I bet Merry and Kavamir haven't noticed I'm gone. ' He said to his reflection. It stared back at him, not saying a word.
He looked into the water, and checking for listeners he lent forward and said to the water, 'Y'know, I bet that no one noticed that I was gone. I'm just good old Sam, nothing different or interesting. Ledron, Estel and Thorin are all team captains, Kavamir and Merry are jokesters and Xandra and Pippin are the most fancied girls in school. All right, I don't want to like a Homo magnet, but I wish I were interesting! I wish I wasn't just a tag along, I wish I knew wear I fit in!'
Sam was now ranting and raging at the river. Froda had never seen him like this. He all ways seemed like a very mellow, nice person. The type of person who genuinely never thought badly of people. This was a shock. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't move.
'Why am I always a backdrop to the others. I wish I could be like, a hero, or a really cool guy. For once getting the complements rather than making them. I WISH I KNEW HOW TO TURN HER ON!'
He stopped, looking around for more listeners. He seemed to have stopped raging, as if he had admitted a guilty secret. He breathed heavily and fell backwards onto his arse like he had been pushed over. He hyperventilated, and then shouted to the world in general,' There, I've said it! I want her! I want her. I know she hates me and thinks I'm a twat, but I want her. I want her more than anyone before! I want her not for quick shags, but for me.'
Froda could believe her ears. He had the hots for some one. Who this some one was, was to be found out, but she was already jealous. The woman he wanted was a bitch. She ran off into the forest. She didn't want to know any more.
'Yes!' said Sam under his breath, 'I've said it. I want Froda.'
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Froda took the ring off a little into the forest. She put it back around her neck and put her hand in front of her face again. Good, she was visible. She sat down on a tree stump and thought about what Sam had said. He really wanted to be a hero? He had always struck him as very unambiguous, as if he wanted to be in the backdrop. She had never thought that he wanted to be a hero.
He also had such a bad crush on someone. She hated that person. They had something that she would never have. Sam's heart. She sighed. No one would have noticed by now that either of them had gone. She felt inside her jacket for the knife. She slid it out of the inner pocket and held it by the sheaf. She held it theatrically above her arm, as if deciding which part of it to carve. She held it there a few seconds, shaking.
She heard footsteps. She dropped the knife and it hit the ground. She turned around. It was Sam. He hadn't noticed her. He turned around at the sound of the knife hitting the ground.
'What the…oh, it's you.' He said.
'Yeah. I thought I might try to find you.' She said smiling faintly. He seemed a little embarrassed to see her. He wrung his hands together. Froda couldn't help but notice the water stains on his clean white T-shirt. She looked at it a little to long, then he said, 'I've just been by the river.'
'Oh. Shall I take you back to camp?' she said, picking up the knife. On reflection that wasn't really the best thing to do.
'Err, maybe not.' He said backing away.
She put the knife into her jacket and rolled her eyes.' Come on, I promise not to kill you.' She took his hand.
'SAM! FRODA! WHERE ARE YOU!' Shouted a voice at the top of a hill. They looked from were they were. Mr Greenleaf was standing at the top of a hill. He had changed out of his elfish gear and wore a pair of jeans with a red tight hoodie. They both smiled, and waved at him.
'Oh, there you are. No one knew where you had gone. ' He said jogging gracefully down the hill.
'I came down here to wash. There's a river. And water.' Said Sam.
'Froda, should you be wandering off?' said Mr Greenleaf concerned, winking a wink that meant, "You realise that you're on a mission to save middle earth, not a school camping trip?"
'Err, I just followed Sam to find out if there was a river.' She said in a tone that said, "Yes, I know, but do you want everyone else to know?"
'Ok, just get back to camp. No one is to walk off on their own. They have to go in pairs." Said Mr Greenleaf sighing.
'Well, we know. Thanks.' Said Froda, pulling Sam up the hill after her.
'All right, but I shall be cooking if no-one else gets anything started.' Shouted Mr Greenleaf from behind them. Sam ran faster, now pulling Froda behind him.
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Ok, there is more, whether you like it or not, so I'll put that up as soon as possible. Let's just say this has the potential for at least fifty chapters, and we've got a whole lot of havens, adventure and anger to read and write. Also, 'cause I just want everyone to know this, Froda will meet Frodo. Right, that's made your day, enjoy!