We (The spork chicks) own nothing. Also to be noted, many parts of this chapter were taken from the book and were NOT in the movie. If you're confused, GO READ IT!
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"I've got keen instincts. And right now, my instincts are telling me that... I don't know what the hell is going on." Frodo announced as he watched everyone else pack their belongings. He didn't want to leave, but the Elves of Lorien were getting annoyed with him and his spork.
They made their way to the river, where they were stopped by Galadriel and Celeborn.
"We have gifts for you." Galadriel told them. She gave belts to Pippin, Merry and Boromir. Frodo started laughing at Pippin while he tried to put on his belt.
"Do you think this is funny?" Pippin demanded.
"No, I think it's the opposite of funny. I think it's... wood," Frodo quickly looked away and saw Galadriel give Sam a little box and give Aragorn a jeweled sheath for his sword.
"And for you, young spork bearer." Galadiel said as she walked over to him. She gave him the Light of Earendil, the brightest star. "May it be a light in the darkness, when all other lights are gone." She said.
"Shiny!" Frodo exclaimed as he grabbed it from her and put it in his pocket.
Galadriel, at the request of Gimli, gave the dwarf three strands of her hair, thus bridging the gap of rivalry between the dwarves and the elves. Then, the fellowship made their way to the boats.
"Frodo, can you help me with these packs?" Sam called to Frodo.
"I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much." Frodo replied and got into the boat.
Sam was at the point of turning around and bashing Frodo upside the head, but he quickly calmed himself down by repeating the mantra, "It's only the spork. It's only the spork. It's only...."
With that, the group started their trip down the River Anduin in the boats that the Lorien elves freely gave them in order to get rid of Frodo. Their trip, which had begun with them all in high spirits, started to take a turn for the worse when they all realized that they were isolated on a river with the rambling Frodo with no means of escape except drowning themselves.
"I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat". It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties." Frodo was babbling while looking at the water, and so he failed to notice Aragorn's paddle lifting from the water until it was too late. The broad side of the oar connected with the side of the hobbit's head with such precision that the Ranger knew that Frodo would be out cold for a while, but wouldn't die any time soon.
From every boat, cheers of happiness cried out so loudly that every elf in Lothlorien heard them, and even some residents of Rivendell turned their heads slightly later, wondering who could possibly be so happy.
When they all calmed down slightly, Merry turned to Pippin and Boromir, who were in his boat. "What's a Godzilla?" They both shrugged.
The Fellowship was allowed three hours of pleasant silence before Frodo regained consciousness, and even then, his jabber was considerably reduced. Only once in a while did anyone hear a peep from him, and they watched as he mostly watched the river. At one point, he thought he saw a log following them, but when the "log's" eyes flashed at him, he knew it was Gollum following them, but he feared speaking out lest he meet the wrath of Aragorn's paddle all over again.
Suddenly, while they were in the middle of the river, an unexpected ambush of Orcs started shooting at them. One arrow shot Frodo in the chest, but his mithril coat saved him once again. Only now did he speak up. "No one's shot me in a long time. I don't like it. It ruins my wardrobe, and doesn't do anything for my temper." Carefully, he removed the arrow that was sticking out from his shirt. Legolas, in the meantime, was busy shooting the orcs, intent on at least driving them off. Finally, he seemed to hit the magic orc, because they all ran off, scampering.
"Huh." The elf pondered aloud. "They ran off very quickly."
"Don't complain!" Three of the four hobbits yelled at Legolas. The fourth one merely squeaked, "No, not the hair, never the hair!"
Finally, they reached Amon Hen, where they prepared to settle for the evening.
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"I've got keen instincts. And right now, my instincts are telling me that... I don't know what the hell is going on." Frodo announced as he watched everyone else pack their belongings. He didn't want to leave, but the Elves of Lorien were getting annoyed with him and his spork.
They made their way to the river, where they were stopped by Galadriel and Celeborn.
"We have gifts for you." Galadriel told them. She gave belts to Pippin, Merry and Boromir. Frodo started laughing at Pippin while he tried to put on his belt.
"Do you think this is funny?" Pippin demanded.
"No, I think it's the opposite of funny. I think it's... wood," Frodo quickly looked away and saw Galadriel give Sam a little box and give Aragorn a jeweled sheath for his sword.
"And for you, young spork bearer." Galadiel said as she walked over to him. She gave him the Light of Earendil, the brightest star. "May it be a light in the darkness, when all other lights are gone." She said.
"Shiny!" Frodo exclaimed as he grabbed it from her and put it in his pocket.
Galadriel, at the request of Gimli, gave the dwarf three strands of her hair, thus bridging the gap of rivalry between the dwarves and the elves. Then, the fellowship made their way to the boats.
"Frodo, can you help me with these packs?" Sam called to Frodo.
"I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much." Frodo replied and got into the boat.
Sam was at the point of turning around and bashing Frodo upside the head, but he quickly calmed himself down by repeating the mantra, "It's only the spork. It's only the spork. It's only...."
With that, the group started their trip down the River Anduin in the boats that the Lorien elves freely gave them in order to get rid of Frodo. Their trip, which had begun with them all in high spirits, started to take a turn for the worse when they all realized that they were isolated on a river with the rambling Frodo with no means of escape except drowning themselves.
"I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat". It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties." Frodo was babbling while looking at the water, and so he failed to notice Aragorn's paddle lifting from the water until it was too late. The broad side of the oar connected with the side of the hobbit's head with such precision that the Ranger knew that Frodo would be out cold for a while, but wouldn't die any time soon.
From every boat, cheers of happiness cried out so loudly that every elf in Lothlorien heard them, and even some residents of Rivendell turned their heads slightly later, wondering who could possibly be so happy.
When they all calmed down slightly, Merry turned to Pippin and Boromir, who were in his boat. "What's a Godzilla?" They both shrugged.
The Fellowship was allowed three hours of pleasant silence before Frodo regained consciousness, and even then, his jabber was considerably reduced. Only once in a while did anyone hear a peep from him, and they watched as he mostly watched the river. At one point, he thought he saw a log following them, but when the "log's" eyes flashed at him, he knew it was Gollum following them, but he feared speaking out lest he meet the wrath of Aragorn's paddle all over again.
Suddenly, while they were in the middle of the river, an unexpected ambush of Orcs started shooting at them. One arrow shot Frodo in the chest, but his mithril coat saved him once again. Only now did he speak up. "No one's shot me in a long time. I don't like it. It ruins my wardrobe, and doesn't do anything for my temper." Carefully, he removed the arrow that was sticking out from his shirt. Legolas, in the meantime, was busy shooting the orcs, intent on at least driving them off. Finally, he seemed to hit the magic orc, because they all ran off, scampering.
"Huh." The elf pondered aloud. "They ran off very quickly."
"Don't complain!" Three of the four hobbits yelled at Legolas. The fourth one merely squeaked, "No, not the hair, never the hair!"
Finally, they reached Amon Hen, where they prepared to settle for the evening.