Chapter Three
The march began, and Strider informed them that they were headed for Rivendell. "You hear that, Mr. Frodo? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!" Sam said excitedly. Frodo put on a nice smile and said to him "Yes, Sam! Isn't it wonderful?" yet under his breath he murmured "Naaaw, I thought we were going to see pixies in Rivendell." They rested only occasionally when they camped in the evening and for a while in the morning, usually longer than expected due to the laziness of Phoenix and Gally.
One morning, the Hobbits began to prepare food. Phoenix sat near them, demanding that they hurry up. Gally sat near by, but said nothing, while Aragorn, Maniac, and the Goose began to trek onward. Aragorn turned when he noticed the others weren't following. "What are you doing?" he asked them. "We're having breakfast." Pippin replied. "But you've already had it." "We've had one, yes, but what about second breakfast?" Now Gally and Phoenix were giddy with laughter. "I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry told his friend. "Isn't it called brunch?" the Goose corrected them. Pippin was still devastated. "What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about those, right?!" Maniac shrugged, and followed Aragorn, whom she trusted and was slowly becoming good friends with. Pippin stood, bewildered that he had been denied his second breakfast. An apple flew towards he and Merry, who caught it. Apple in hand, Merry patted Pippin's arm and
walked on. Another came towards Pippin though distracted, he missed it and Phoenix caught it. "I GUESS I can stand having only one breakfast," she said as she stared at the apple. She then tossed it toward Pippin and it hit him in the head.
"We will rest here." Strider announced as they reached a great ruin atop a hill. "Why should we listen to you?" Phoenix glared defiantly; "How do we know you won't take the Ring and keep it for yourself?" "He's kinda hot....a hot guy wouldn't do that. Would he?" Gally half whispered in reply to Phoenix, half whispered to herself. "Look, I'm tired. He can slit all our throats for all I care. I need rest." Merry complained. "You'll care if he decides to slit your throat. Then you won't be so worried about rest." Gally informed him. "I don't know about that" Maniac joined in, "They certainly are lazy little buggers...." "ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU!" Strider shouted, "We are resting here, and I will slit your throats if I damn well feel like it!"
Frodo woke up, restless, to the sound of six-some odd voices. He looked up to see the lot of them, with the exception of Strider and the Goose in a circle around a fire. He heard mixed sayings of "Pass those tomatoes, Sam" and "Hurry up with those mushrooms, I want some!" which was closely followed by three voices shouting "Marshmallows," and a heavily breathing Goose followed by "Yes....one day, when I'm king...." he didn't much care to listen to anymore. He jumped up and put out the fire with his feet. "Doesn't that hurt?" Gally asked him. "This isn't the time for such questions!" he shouted, "LOOK!" he gestured to the group of Nazgul below them, slowly making there way up to the ruin. They each grabbed the swords that Strider had equipped them with. The Goose ran to find his master, dagger in hand. The other seven ran higher. When they reached the top, six of the seven circled around Frodo, protecting him. The Nazgul climbed to the top, five of them total. The six raised
their swords as the Nazgul neared. The circled had died, as Merry and Pippin pushed Frodo towards the back of the group. Maniac was brandishing her sword, prepared the strike, however the Wraiths were many, and she was but one. They easily threw her out of the way. They continued to do this to the rest, who were flung to the walls of the great ruin. Frodo began to back away to the edge of the ruin, and finally got and idea. He slipped the Ring on his finger.
He now got a glimpse of the Wraiths' faces and thought to himself "No wonder they cover their heads with robes." He began dancing around them shouting at the top of his lungs "CAN'T TOUCH THIS! Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh!" Finally, one of the Nazgul, annoyed by his shouting, thrust his sword forward and lo! It found a home in Frodo's shoulder. He crumpled to the ground in pain, whispering to himself "I'm....okay....it's....only a flesh wound...."
"Over there, master! See them?" shouted the Goose, pointing at the Nazgul. One of them, seemingly hissing came walking towards him slowly, sword in hand, grip tightening around it. The Goose looked the other way, twiddled his thumbs, and began whistling. "Loving day we're having isn't? Definitely not a day you'd want to ruin by stabbing and murdering someone, now is it?" he said to no one in particular, and then ran.
However the Ranger was not so nervous around the Nazgul. His arm quick, he flung his sword deep into them over and over. "That's it! You show `em, boss!" the Goose cheered on from the side. The others quickly joined him, excluding Frodo. "One pence, three pence, six pence, a dollar! All Strider supporters stand up and holler!" they shouted in unison, followed by incessant singing. "He is the champion, my friends! And he'll keep on fighting `til the end!" both Strider and the Wraith he had set aflame stopped mid-fight. "Could you please just shut up?" Strider glared at them, "I've just gotta kick the crap out of this last guy, and then we can sing, but really, it's distracting. Have a little compassion." There were scattered remarks of "Sorry" and "There was no need to get all pissy about it...." "Alright...." Strider said as soon as they had finished and went back to their separate corners, "No we can get back to.... OW!" The Nazgul hand jammed a fist in his stomach. "You're
gonna pay for that, bitch!" he swore. Using both sword and torch, he battled the Nazgul until finally it fled, leaving him the victor, which obviously called for a dance. "Oh yeah.... Who's the man? I'm the man! Kick MAJOR butt! I win! They suck! Celebration to me! Don't stop; don't stop `til ya get enough! Can't stop, can't stop `til ya get enough!" Frodo, at this point, ripped the Ring from his finger, screaming in pain. "Stop celebrating! IN....pain!" "Oh, right. You. He's been stabbed with the blade of the Nazgul.... He is becoming one of them. Sam, do you know of the pant Kingsfoil?" Sam looked around briefly, to which the Goose retorted "It's not like there's any other Sam here." "Oh, right.... Me.... Yeah, but isn't that a weed?" Merry grinned. "Weed? I haven't had a good smoke in ages...." "No that kind of weed!" Strider demanded, "But.... You know what it is, Sam? " "Yes." "Good. It could slow the process.... We'd have more time to take him to someone whom....
Actually knows what they're doing." Maniac giggled slightly and said, "It's not a weed anymore...." And Strider and Sam began their search.
The march began, and Strider informed them that they were headed for Rivendell. "You hear that, Mr. Frodo? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!" Sam said excitedly. Frodo put on a nice smile and said to him "Yes, Sam! Isn't it wonderful?" yet under his breath he murmured "Naaaw, I thought we were going to see pixies in Rivendell." They rested only occasionally when they camped in the evening and for a while in the morning, usually longer than expected due to the laziness of Phoenix and Gally.
One morning, the Hobbits began to prepare food. Phoenix sat near them, demanding that they hurry up. Gally sat near by, but said nothing, while Aragorn, Maniac, and the Goose began to trek onward. Aragorn turned when he noticed the others weren't following. "What are you doing?" he asked them. "We're having breakfast." Pippin replied. "But you've already had it." "We've had one, yes, but what about second breakfast?" Now Gally and Phoenix were giddy with laughter. "I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry told his friend. "Isn't it called brunch?" the Goose corrected them. Pippin was still devastated. "What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about those, right?!" Maniac shrugged, and followed Aragorn, whom she trusted and was slowly becoming good friends with. Pippin stood, bewildered that he had been denied his second breakfast. An apple flew towards he and Merry, who caught it. Apple in hand, Merry patted Pippin's arm and
walked on. Another came towards Pippin though distracted, he missed it and Phoenix caught it. "I GUESS I can stand having only one breakfast," she said as she stared at the apple. She then tossed it toward Pippin and it hit him in the head.
"We will rest here." Strider announced as they reached a great ruin atop a hill. "Why should we listen to you?" Phoenix glared defiantly; "How do we know you won't take the Ring and keep it for yourself?" "He's kinda hot....a hot guy wouldn't do that. Would he?" Gally half whispered in reply to Phoenix, half whispered to herself. "Look, I'm tired. He can slit all our throats for all I care. I need rest." Merry complained. "You'll care if he decides to slit your throat. Then you won't be so worried about rest." Gally informed him. "I don't know about that" Maniac joined in, "They certainly are lazy little buggers...." "ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU!" Strider shouted, "We are resting here, and I will slit your throats if I damn well feel like it!"
Frodo woke up, restless, to the sound of six-some odd voices. He looked up to see the lot of them, with the exception of Strider and the Goose in a circle around a fire. He heard mixed sayings of "Pass those tomatoes, Sam" and "Hurry up with those mushrooms, I want some!" which was closely followed by three voices shouting "Marshmallows," and a heavily breathing Goose followed by "Yes....one day, when I'm king...." he didn't much care to listen to anymore. He jumped up and put out the fire with his feet. "Doesn't that hurt?" Gally asked him. "This isn't the time for such questions!" he shouted, "LOOK!" he gestured to the group of Nazgul below them, slowly making there way up to the ruin. They each grabbed the swords that Strider had equipped them with. The Goose ran to find his master, dagger in hand. The other seven ran higher. When they reached the top, six of the seven circled around Frodo, protecting him. The Nazgul climbed to the top, five of them total. The six raised
their swords as the Nazgul neared. The circled had died, as Merry and Pippin pushed Frodo towards the back of the group. Maniac was brandishing her sword, prepared the strike, however the Wraiths were many, and she was but one. They easily threw her out of the way. They continued to do this to the rest, who were flung to the walls of the great ruin. Frodo began to back away to the edge of the ruin, and finally got and idea. He slipped the Ring on his finger.
He now got a glimpse of the Wraiths' faces and thought to himself "No wonder they cover their heads with robes." He began dancing around them shouting at the top of his lungs "CAN'T TOUCH THIS! Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh uh huh uh huh!" Finally, one of the Nazgul, annoyed by his shouting, thrust his sword forward and lo! It found a home in Frodo's shoulder. He crumpled to the ground in pain, whispering to himself "I'm....okay....it's....only a flesh wound...."
"Over there, master! See them?" shouted the Goose, pointing at the Nazgul. One of them, seemingly hissing came walking towards him slowly, sword in hand, grip tightening around it. The Goose looked the other way, twiddled his thumbs, and began whistling. "Loving day we're having isn't? Definitely not a day you'd want to ruin by stabbing and murdering someone, now is it?" he said to no one in particular, and then ran.
However the Ranger was not so nervous around the Nazgul. His arm quick, he flung his sword deep into them over and over. "That's it! You show `em, boss!" the Goose cheered on from the side. The others quickly joined him, excluding Frodo. "One pence, three pence, six pence, a dollar! All Strider supporters stand up and holler!" they shouted in unison, followed by incessant singing. "He is the champion, my friends! And he'll keep on fighting `til the end!" both Strider and the Wraith he had set aflame stopped mid-fight. "Could you please just shut up?" Strider glared at them, "I've just gotta kick the crap out of this last guy, and then we can sing, but really, it's distracting. Have a little compassion." There were scattered remarks of "Sorry" and "There was no need to get all pissy about it...." "Alright...." Strider said as soon as they had finished and went back to their separate corners, "No we can get back to.... OW!" The Nazgul hand jammed a fist in his stomach. "You're
gonna pay for that, bitch!" he swore. Using both sword and torch, he battled the Nazgul until finally it fled, leaving him the victor, which obviously called for a dance. "Oh yeah.... Who's the man? I'm the man! Kick MAJOR butt! I win! They suck! Celebration to me! Don't stop; don't stop `til ya get enough! Can't stop, can't stop `til ya get enough!" Frodo, at this point, ripped the Ring from his finger, screaming in pain. "Stop celebrating! IN....pain!" "Oh, right. You. He's been stabbed with the blade of the Nazgul.... He is becoming one of them. Sam, do you know of the pant Kingsfoil?" Sam looked around briefly, to which the Goose retorted "It's not like there's any other Sam here." "Oh, right.... Me.... Yeah, but isn't that a weed?" Merry grinned. "Weed? I haven't had a good smoke in ages...." "No that kind of weed!" Strider demanded, "But.... You know what it is, Sam? " "Yes." "Good. It could slow the process.... We'd have more time to take him to someone whom....
Actually knows what they're doing." Maniac giggled slightly and said, "It's not a weed anymore...." And Strider and Sam began their search.