Author's Notes: Again, here's another short chapter. The next one is
longer, as is the one after (which is unwritten grin).
If you see random parentheses anywhere, they used to be smilie or frownie faces.
Now, on with the story.
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An hour later, they were on their way. The sun was shining high in the sky, a cool breeze was blowing on their faces, and Frodo was singing.
"The Road goes ever on and on," he sang in an annoyingly high falsetto.
"Frodo. Shut. Up.," said Legolas through clenched teeth.
"But I thought you liked singing!" said Frodo.
"True. I like SINGING," replied Legolas pointedly.
Frodo sniffed and fingered the Ring protectively. "My precious," he murmured.
"What is it, Master Frodo?" asked Sam quickly.
Frodo looked scared. Actually, since he had a perpetually terrified expression on his face, he just looked more scared than usual. "Sam, don't call me that! I'm Frodo. Just Frodo."
Sam looked abashed. "If that is your wish, Just Frodo."
Frodo threw his hands up in the air and stalked away to walk next to Gandalf. "Hello, Gandalf. Isn't it a lovely day?"
Gandalf grunted. "Lovely is as lovely does."
"I can think of several people off the top of my head who are lovely," said Aragorn.
"Oh, really," said Gimli.
"Well, Arwen, of course," said Aragorn hastily. "My poor dead darling. And Galadriel, Lady of the Wood. You may have the fortune to meet her. She is – was my love's grandmother. Well, actually, I suppose she still is. Only my love, isn't."
Frodo, Gimli, and Gandalf looked thoroughly confused.
"Hey, Frodo!" yelled Merry.
"What?" asked Frodo, turning around. He promptly walked right into Boromir's shield. "Owwwwwwwwww!" he shrieked.
Boromir started to laugh hysterically.
"What is so funny?" growled Frodo, rubbing his knees.
"Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that to you?" said Boromir, still chortling loudly. "And then you idiot go and do it to yourself!"
Frodo decided it would be more prudent to go walk by himself for a while.
If you see random parentheses anywhere, they used to be smilie or frownie faces.
Now, on with the story.
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An hour later, they were on their way. The sun was shining high in the sky, a cool breeze was blowing on their faces, and Frodo was singing.
"The Road goes ever on and on," he sang in an annoyingly high falsetto.
"Frodo. Shut. Up.," said Legolas through clenched teeth.
"But I thought you liked singing!" said Frodo.
"True. I like SINGING," replied Legolas pointedly.
Frodo sniffed and fingered the Ring protectively. "My precious," he murmured.
"What is it, Master Frodo?" asked Sam quickly.
Frodo looked scared. Actually, since he had a perpetually terrified expression on his face, he just looked more scared than usual. "Sam, don't call me that! I'm Frodo. Just Frodo."
Sam looked abashed. "If that is your wish, Just Frodo."
Frodo threw his hands up in the air and stalked away to walk next to Gandalf. "Hello, Gandalf. Isn't it a lovely day?"
Gandalf grunted. "Lovely is as lovely does."
"I can think of several people off the top of my head who are lovely," said Aragorn.
"Oh, really," said Gimli.
"Well, Arwen, of course," said Aragorn hastily. "My poor dead darling. And Galadriel, Lady of the Wood. You may have the fortune to meet her. She is – was my love's grandmother. Well, actually, I suppose she still is. Only my love, isn't."
Frodo, Gimli, and Gandalf looked thoroughly confused.
"Hey, Frodo!" yelled Merry.
"What?" asked Frodo, turning around. He promptly walked right into Boromir's shield. "Owwwwwwwwww!" he shrieked.
Boromir started to laugh hysterically.
"What is so funny?" growled Frodo, rubbing his knees.
"Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that to you?" said Boromir, still chortling loudly. "And then you idiot go and do it to yourself!"
Frodo decided it would be more prudent to go walk by himself for a while.