We (the hella-spiffy spork ladies) own nothing. Once again, we go along with events in the book.
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The members of the fellowship were sitting around their camp, each pondering ways to kill Frodo. Little did they know that the spork-bearer had gotten tired of them as well.
"Eh. I hate you guys." He whispered to himself before standing up and going for a 'walk'.
The fellowship sighed in relief.
"I'm going to go get more firewood" Boromir said as he walked off into the woods. After walking for a while and gathering wood, Boromir heard the most annoying thing he had ever heard in his life.
"This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
It was then that Boromir, son of Denethor, heir to the stewardship of
Gondor, snapped. He threw down what wood he had gathered and marched over to where the singing was. There stood Frodo.
"Give...me...the...spork" Boromir spat. Frodo turned in alarm.
"Have you the BRAIN WORMS?!" Frodo cried in defiance. Boromir pounced on him, trying to take the spork. They rolled around in the dirt and the leaves before Frodo got a clear shot. He poked Boromir with the spork viciously and took off running. Boromir yelled in anger and pain.
Back at the camp, the others were starting to worry about their
vertically-challenged and annoying friend.
"Where did Frodo go?" Pippin asked. The others shrugged.
"We should go look for him, so he doesn't annoy the forest creatures."
Aragorn said. They all ran off in search of Frodo, except Sam, who stayed behind.
Unbeknownst to the other members of the group, Frodo was deeply questioning his choices. The encounter with Boromir had shaken him to the point where he truly realized how annoying he was to his friends. He could not continue to annoy them so. Slowly, his answer came to him, and he knew that he must leave them all, for the sake of their sanity. Sadly, he began to return to the camp.
However, on his way back, foul voices and torments filled the air, and soon Frodo found that the once quiet land was now covered with a strange form of Orc. What none of the Fellowship knew was that these were the Uruk-hai, Saruman's perfect orc species. But they soon learned that these were harsh fighters.
Frodo ran back to the camp and found it all but deserted. He knew that his friends were busy fighting their new opponents, but he did not know to what extent.
The hobbit was not aware that Aragorn was busy hacking through the fell
creatures with his sword. He did not know of how Legolas was rapidly
shooting arrow after arrow into the vital areas of their enemies, or how Gimli was ferociously slicing at them with his ax. And he certainly was ignorant to the fact that Boromir, the man who had just attempted to take the cursed spork away from him, had fallen in battle while protecting Merry and Pippin, who were taken as captives despite the man's best efforts.
All Frodo knew what that he was about to head into Mordor alone, into the land of a not-yet defeated Dark Lord. He grabbed one of the boats, and prepared to row across the river to the East bank, when a hand grasped his shoulder. Frodo whipped around to face Sam, who had a look on his face that made Frodo decide that slight company might be appreciated. Together, they entered the boat and began to paddle. As they looked back to where they had just came, a tinge of guilt for leaving their friends in battle entered their hearts. But then they remembered that leaving them would probably help them, so they gazed forward to their upcoming adventure.
And as the Fellowship broke completely, Frodo was last heard declaring, "A boom boom boom boom goodbye!"
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The members of the fellowship were sitting around their camp, each pondering ways to kill Frodo. Little did they know that the spork-bearer had gotten tired of them as well.
"Eh. I hate you guys." He whispered to himself before standing up and going for a 'walk'.
The fellowship sighed in relief.
"I'm going to go get more firewood" Boromir said as he walked off into the woods. After walking for a while and gathering wood, Boromir heard the most annoying thing he had ever heard in his life.
"This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because..."
It was then that Boromir, son of Denethor, heir to the stewardship of
Gondor, snapped. He threw down what wood he had gathered and marched over to where the singing was. There stood Frodo.
"Give...me...the...spork" Boromir spat. Frodo turned in alarm.
"Have you the BRAIN WORMS?!" Frodo cried in defiance. Boromir pounced on him, trying to take the spork. They rolled around in the dirt and the leaves before Frodo got a clear shot. He poked Boromir with the spork viciously and took off running. Boromir yelled in anger and pain.
Back at the camp, the others were starting to worry about their
vertically-challenged and annoying friend.
"Where did Frodo go?" Pippin asked. The others shrugged.
"We should go look for him, so he doesn't annoy the forest creatures."
Aragorn said. They all ran off in search of Frodo, except Sam, who stayed behind.
Unbeknownst to the other members of the group, Frodo was deeply questioning his choices. The encounter with Boromir had shaken him to the point where he truly realized how annoying he was to his friends. He could not continue to annoy them so. Slowly, his answer came to him, and he knew that he must leave them all, for the sake of their sanity. Sadly, he began to return to the camp.
However, on his way back, foul voices and torments filled the air, and soon Frodo found that the once quiet land was now covered with a strange form of Orc. What none of the Fellowship knew was that these were the Uruk-hai, Saruman's perfect orc species. But they soon learned that these were harsh fighters.
Frodo ran back to the camp and found it all but deserted. He knew that his friends were busy fighting their new opponents, but he did not know to what extent.
The hobbit was not aware that Aragorn was busy hacking through the fell
creatures with his sword. He did not know of how Legolas was rapidly
shooting arrow after arrow into the vital areas of their enemies, or how Gimli was ferociously slicing at them with his ax. And he certainly was ignorant to the fact that Boromir, the man who had just attempted to take the cursed spork away from him, had fallen in battle while protecting Merry and Pippin, who were taken as captives despite the man's best efforts.
All Frodo knew what that he was about to head into Mordor alone, into the land of a not-yet defeated Dark Lord. He grabbed one of the boats, and prepared to row across the river to the East bank, when a hand grasped his shoulder. Frodo whipped around to face Sam, who had a look on his face that made Frodo decide that slight company might be appreciated. Together, they entered the boat and began to paddle. As they looked back to where they had just came, a tinge of guilt for leaving their friends in battle entered their hearts. But then they remembered that leaving them would probably help them, so they gazed forward to their upcoming adventure.
And as the Fellowship broke completely, Frodo was last heard declaring, "A boom boom boom boom goodbye!"