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A/N: Yeah. Hullo. I was bored at the time of doing this and it's only 10:00am. I know this chapter isn't that funny but I wasn't in a funny mood when I wrote this. Oh well. I'm sure it will be good all the same.
Thanks to Nat for helping me out on this chapter and to Madi aswell!!!!
Chapter 7
Running, walking and running some more.Oh and some scary Telazgul.
"What are they?" Frodo asked as he clutched his ring.
"They where once men. Great kings of men, but Sauron the deceiver gave them nine magical tubbie toasts of power, and, blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one they fell into darkness. Now they are teleslaves to his will. They are the Telazgul, tubbiewraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring, drawn to the power of the one." Strider turned to the hobbits with a sad face. "They will never stop hunting you."
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We are going to Rivendell now. To see Elrond.... oh happy days! Hope he doesn't look like Hugo Weaving.
Me and the 'crew' have been walking for hours and my feet are killing me. I. Need. To. Stop!
Nat and I are chillin' now. It's a shame Gandy isn't here. He would be proud of me
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An old man dressed in a frilly white dress skips in, sees the camera and stops and smoothes out his dress... thingy.
"Ahem..." He leans over a white football (as in English football). "Oh! Sauron! The power of I-see-garden is at your command!"
A really freaky voice speaks from the football.
"It's Isengard you pansy and... build me a barneyarmy worthy of MORDOR! For I am the mighty Sauron!!"
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We eventually see a large hill ahead of us.
"We have reached Weathertop!" Strider cried.
"At last!" I said happily, "Finally I can get some rest!"
"Ah, onwards and upwards I say." Nat said from somewhere behind me.
It was getting dark now, and we were still walking.
"And it didn't look that far from where we were standing." I said to Strider.
"Hmmm. Yes, I'm sure it's this way." he said. "Or was it back that way?"
"Great job Ranger boy. You've gone and lost us." Nat said scathingly.
"It's dark. You can EASILY get lost in these parts" I said defending him.
"Are we there yet?" Either Pippin or Merry, I can't tell them apart, said.
"Give me a moment." Strider said nervously.
"No. We've given you long enough. I'm going back to where we were." Nat said angrily.
"You can't!" I said.
"I can and I will." And Nat stormed off.
"We HAVE to follow her." I said to Strider. "Come on!" We all ran after her. It was tough
going, as we seemed to be going up a hill. Nat was at the top, waiting for us.
"Is this the Weathertop we were looking for, Strider?" she said, smirking at him.
"Um....yes." Strider said quietly. The hobbits cheered. I couldn't help myself, I joined in with them.
Finally I was at the top of... well, weathertop(sounds funny.Lol) and Nat was boasting because she got to the top before us 'feeble' people as she called us.
I'm eating some yummy scrubby bacon and eggs and what not now. HEAVEN!!
A/N: Yeah. Hullo. I was bored at the time of doing this and it's only 10:00am. I know this chapter isn't that funny but I wasn't in a funny mood when I wrote this. Oh well. I'm sure it will be good all the same.
Thanks to Nat for helping me out on this chapter and to Madi aswell!!!!
Chapter 7
Running, walking and running some more.Oh and some scary Telazgul.
"What are they?" Frodo asked as he clutched his ring.
"They where once men. Great kings of men, but Sauron the deceiver gave them nine magical tubbie toasts of power, and, blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one they fell into darkness. Now they are teleslaves to his will. They are the Telazgul, tubbiewraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring, drawn to the power of the one." Strider turned to the hobbits with a sad face. "They will never stop hunting you."
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We are going to Rivendell now. To see Elrond.... oh happy days! Hope he doesn't look like Hugo Weaving.
Me and the 'crew' have been walking for hours and my feet are killing me. I. Need. To. Stop!
Nat and I are chillin' now. It's a shame Gandy isn't here. He would be proud of me
-----------------------
An old man dressed in a frilly white dress skips in, sees the camera and stops and smoothes out his dress... thingy.
"Ahem..." He leans over a white football (as in English football). "Oh! Sauron! The power of I-see-garden is at your command!"
A really freaky voice speaks from the football.
"It's Isengard you pansy and... build me a barneyarmy worthy of MORDOR! For I am the mighty Sauron!!"
------------------------
We eventually see a large hill ahead of us.
"We have reached Weathertop!" Strider cried.
"At last!" I said happily, "Finally I can get some rest!"
"Ah, onwards and upwards I say." Nat said from somewhere behind me.
It was getting dark now, and we were still walking.
"And it didn't look that far from where we were standing." I said to Strider.
"Hmmm. Yes, I'm sure it's this way." he said. "Or was it back that way?"
"Great job Ranger boy. You've gone and lost us." Nat said scathingly.
"It's dark. You can EASILY get lost in these parts" I said defending him.
"Are we there yet?" Either Pippin or Merry, I can't tell them apart, said.
"Give me a moment." Strider said nervously.
"No. We've given you long enough. I'm going back to where we were." Nat said angrily.
"You can't!" I said.
"I can and I will." And Nat stormed off.
"We HAVE to follow her." I said to Strider. "Come on!" We all ran after her. It was tough
going, as we seemed to be going up a hill. Nat was at the top, waiting for us.
"Is this the Weathertop we were looking for, Strider?" she said, smirking at him.
"Um....yes." Strider said quietly. The hobbits cheered. I couldn't help myself, I joined in with them.
Finally I was at the top of... well, weathertop(sounds funny.Lol) and Nat was boasting because she got to the top before us 'feeble' people as she called us.
I'm eating some yummy scrubby bacon and eggs and what not now. HEAVEN!!
