Roight. Yeah, I really haven't updated on here in a long time. Sorry about
that. Am in the midst of finals and probably won't have a chance to upload
Chapter 8 (and to finish writing it) for a bit longer, but you never know,
so keep checking back.
To everyone who reviewed: I love you guys!!! Let me know what you think of this chapter. And any suggestions for upcoming vignettes would be most appreciated. I'll give you credit, too. :)
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"Aragorn, you lead," said Gandalf.
"Me? Why me?" whined Aragorn. "You're the wizard! I'm just a necrophiliac, remember?" he said bitterly.
"Just do it," said Gandalf.
"I'll have to think about it," said Aragorn airily.
Gandalf pointed his staff at the other man.
Aragorn quickly continued, "I'll do it!"
"Good," smirked Gandalf. He shivered.
"I know why Gandalf doesn't want to lead, I know why Gandalf doesn't want to lead!" said Gimli in a sing-song way.
"Why not?" asked Boromir curiously.
"No! Gimli! Stop! I forbid you! Sttoooppp!" gabbled the wizard.
"He's afraid of the dark!" said Gimli, giggling.
"Uh, yes, it's true," said Gandalf hastily. "I'm afraid of… making a mark on my staff." He grabbed Gimli's arm and started pulling him away before Gimli could continue.
"A mark on your staff? No, the dark! Gandalf's afraid of the DARK!" said Gimli, completely oblivious.
Merry and Pippin's grins spread from ear to ear. They were going to have fun with this.
Gandalf started to cry. "Gimli, I hate you! You're so mean to me! I'm HAPPY you have Mad Dwarf Fever!"
"Now, now. Let's not get upset with each other. We're all friends here, right?" said Legolas soothingly.
"No, we're not!" chorused Gandalf and Gimli, leaping for each other's necks.
"Stop it!" said Aragorn, trying to pull them apart.
In the confusion, no one heard the voice…
"Sssssssssertainly, we is not friendssssssssesss."
Frodo felt long, cold fingers clasp around his neck. He trembled and started to say something, but he died too quickly.
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"Frodo! Noooooooo!" Sam shrieked, kneeling down by his master's dead body. "Come back! You can't leave me! First Bill, and then you!"
"What, he lost his two loves?" muttered Gimli, but he, too, came over with a worried expression on his face.
"Oh, Gandalf," said Sam, looking up with tears on his face. "What can we do for him?"
Legolas took out his knife. A dead hobbit didn't REALLY need all of those fingers, did he?
"Perhaps he is merely sleeping," said Gandalf cheerfully. "If you kiss him, maybe he'll come back to life? Like in Sleeping Beauty!"
"Good idea," said Sam, his eyes gleaming, whether from tears or excitement, the writer doesn't want to know. Sam knelt down and kissed Frodo's forehead.
"I was just kidding!" said Gandalf, cracking up. Sam burst into tears again.
"Gandalf! You idiot!" said Aragorn, punching the wizard in the chest. "You just gave away the end of the first book!"
"How so?" asked Gandalf, looking confused.
"Easily! I'M supposed to kiss BOROMIR'S dead body!"
"You – wha?" asked Boromir, hiding behind Legolas. "You kiss my body? Wait – you kiss my DEAD body? I'm supposed to DIE? That's not in my contract!"
"Uhhh… right," said Gandalf. "Sam, how is our Ringbearer doing?"
"Kiss him again, Sam," said Merry, giggling. (Don't forget pipeweed has VERY long-lasting effects.)
"If you cruelly force me to, I will," said Sam, faking a deep sigh. He kissed Frodo's cheek.
Frodo's eyes fluttered open. "Where am I? Who just kissed me?" He saw Sam standing above him, and promptly threw up.
Legolas looked disappointed.
To everyone who reviewed: I love you guys!!! Let me know what you think of this chapter. And any suggestions for upcoming vignettes would be most appreciated. I'll give you credit, too. :)
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"Aragorn, you lead," said Gandalf.
"Me? Why me?" whined Aragorn. "You're the wizard! I'm just a necrophiliac, remember?" he said bitterly.
"Just do it," said Gandalf.
"I'll have to think about it," said Aragorn airily.
Gandalf pointed his staff at the other man.
Aragorn quickly continued, "I'll do it!"
"Good," smirked Gandalf. He shivered.
"I know why Gandalf doesn't want to lead, I know why Gandalf doesn't want to lead!" said Gimli in a sing-song way.
"Why not?" asked Boromir curiously.
"No! Gimli! Stop! I forbid you! Sttoooppp!" gabbled the wizard.
"He's afraid of the dark!" said Gimli, giggling.
"Uh, yes, it's true," said Gandalf hastily. "I'm afraid of… making a mark on my staff." He grabbed Gimli's arm and started pulling him away before Gimli could continue.
"A mark on your staff? No, the dark! Gandalf's afraid of the DARK!" said Gimli, completely oblivious.
Merry and Pippin's grins spread from ear to ear. They were going to have fun with this.
Gandalf started to cry. "Gimli, I hate you! You're so mean to me! I'm HAPPY you have Mad Dwarf Fever!"
"Now, now. Let's not get upset with each other. We're all friends here, right?" said Legolas soothingly.
"No, we're not!" chorused Gandalf and Gimli, leaping for each other's necks.
"Stop it!" said Aragorn, trying to pull them apart.
In the confusion, no one heard the voice…
"Sssssssssertainly, we is not friendssssssssesss."
Frodo felt long, cold fingers clasp around his neck. He trembled and started to say something, but he died too quickly.
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"Frodo! Noooooooo!" Sam shrieked, kneeling down by his master's dead body. "Come back! You can't leave me! First Bill, and then you!"
"What, he lost his two loves?" muttered Gimli, but he, too, came over with a worried expression on his face.
"Oh, Gandalf," said Sam, looking up with tears on his face. "What can we do for him?"
Legolas took out his knife. A dead hobbit didn't REALLY need all of those fingers, did he?
"Perhaps he is merely sleeping," said Gandalf cheerfully. "If you kiss him, maybe he'll come back to life? Like in Sleeping Beauty!"
"Good idea," said Sam, his eyes gleaming, whether from tears or excitement, the writer doesn't want to know. Sam knelt down and kissed Frodo's forehead.
"I was just kidding!" said Gandalf, cracking up. Sam burst into tears again.
"Gandalf! You idiot!" said Aragorn, punching the wizard in the chest. "You just gave away the end of the first book!"
"How so?" asked Gandalf, looking confused.
"Easily! I'M supposed to kiss BOROMIR'S dead body!"
"You – wha?" asked Boromir, hiding behind Legolas. "You kiss my body? Wait – you kiss my DEAD body? I'm supposed to DIE? That's not in my contract!"
"Uhhh… right," said Gandalf. "Sam, how is our Ringbearer doing?"
"Kiss him again, Sam," said Merry, giggling. (Don't forget pipeweed has VERY long-lasting effects.)
"If you cruelly force me to, I will," said Sam, faking a deep sigh. He kissed Frodo's cheek.
Frodo's eyes fluttered open. "Where am I? Who just kissed me?" He saw Sam standing above him, and promptly threw up.
Legolas looked disappointed.