We (the greatest of Spork ladies) own nothing
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The council was over, and the Fellowship began to prepare for their journey. While everyone else said that they were busy packing (they were really just avoiding Frodo and Bilbo), the relatives went back to Bilbo's room, where the old fart had a surprise for his cousin.
"My old sword, Sting," Bilbo announced as he handed the weapon to Frodo. "And this," he lifted the coat of metal from the bed. "It's mithril, and super light. My gift to you for the low, low price of only nine ninety five!"
"I'll gladly pay you tomorrow, for a hamburger today," Frodo responded, taking the protection from his cousin's hands. The whole time, he couldn't help but notice the crazed look in the other hobbit's eyes when he gazed at the spork. It seemed as though the hunger was taking over Bilbo once again... or at least it seemed that way at the feast where they both tried to out-eat each other. Made the elves turn their heads in disgust.
Finally, it was time for the the jouney to commence. The elves all seemed eager to get rid of the influence of the Spork, so that their peaceful life would return. And the sooner that Frodo character left, the sooner Bilbo would become normal once again. With a fond wave of farewell and a "So long, suckas!" from the curly haired hobbit, the Fellowship headed out.
Before long, everyone was at the point of murdering Frodo...except for Gimli. The young hobbit had broken into a rendition of "The Lumberjack Song," and when the dwarf had caught onto the basics behind the tune, he had joined in. Legolas, who had been walking behind the pair, had drawn his bow and notched two arrows, one aimed at each of their heads, but only a well-timed intervention from Aragorn stopped the elf from letting them loose.
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay...." The two voices carried across the land and echoed off of the Caradhras, where they were headed. Finally, when they were almost halfway up, Gandalf made a serious decision.
"We cannot go any further up this mountain with those two being the fools that they are. They'll cause the mountain to collapse on us. I can already sense its annoyance with their MINDLESS dribble!" As if agreeing with the wizard, the snow from the top of the mountain collapsed onto them, covering them all.
Gandalf decided that the only safe way to get through all of this was to go through Moria. And even though the wizard dreaded that path, he also feared what this mountain would do to them if they let Frodo take one more step.
"Come, we must go back down. We will go through Moria, even though it is extremely dangerous." Gandalf said as they began to turn around.
"I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away." Frodo said, and then began to continue the singing with Gimli.
The fellowship's moods were sour, and their nerves frayed as they made their way to Moria.
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The council was over, and the Fellowship began to prepare for their journey. While everyone else said that they were busy packing (they were really just avoiding Frodo and Bilbo), the relatives went back to Bilbo's room, where the old fart had a surprise for his cousin.
"My old sword, Sting," Bilbo announced as he handed the weapon to Frodo. "And this," he lifted the coat of metal from the bed. "It's mithril, and super light. My gift to you for the low, low price of only nine ninety five!"
"I'll gladly pay you tomorrow, for a hamburger today," Frodo responded, taking the protection from his cousin's hands. The whole time, he couldn't help but notice the crazed look in the other hobbit's eyes when he gazed at the spork. It seemed as though the hunger was taking over Bilbo once again... or at least it seemed that way at the feast where they both tried to out-eat each other. Made the elves turn their heads in disgust.
Finally, it was time for the the jouney to commence. The elves all seemed eager to get rid of the influence of the Spork, so that their peaceful life would return. And the sooner that Frodo character left, the sooner Bilbo would become normal once again. With a fond wave of farewell and a "So long, suckas!" from the curly haired hobbit, the Fellowship headed out.
Before long, everyone was at the point of murdering Frodo...except for Gimli. The young hobbit had broken into a rendition of "The Lumberjack Song," and when the dwarf had caught onto the basics behind the tune, he had joined in. Legolas, who had been walking behind the pair, had drawn his bow and notched two arrows, one aimed at each of their heads, but only a well-timed intervention from Aragorn stopped the elf from letting them loose.
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay...." The two voices carried across the land and echoed off of the Caradhras, where they were headed. Finally, when they were almost halfway up, Gandalf made a serious decision.
"We cannot go any further up this mountain with those two being the fools that they are. They'll cause the mountain to collapse on us. I can already sense its annoyance with their MINDLESS dribble!" As if agreeing with the wizard, the snow from the top of the mountain collapsed onto them, covering them all.
Gandalf decided that the only safe way to get through all of this was to go through Moria. And even though the wizard dreaded that path, he also feared what this mountain would do to them if they let Frodo take one more step.
"Come, we must go back down. We will go through Moria, even though it is extremely dangerous." Gandalf said as they began to turn around.
"I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away." Frodo said, and then began to continue the singing with Gimli.
The fellowship's moods were sour, and their nerves frayed as they made their way to Moria.