And more! Because I am SO incredibly BORED. And for some reason, my
computer tried to eat me! It DID! No, I'm SO serious! Anyway... Oh I fergot
the disclaimer, so here it is: I don't own lord of the rings-the story
rights, at least. I bought the movie. I don't own the characters, I don't
own the wheat field, I don't own middle earth, but I DO own Legolas. Trust
me, I do. *MOAH HA!* yeah, erm. And I own the thorn bush. Don't know that
I'm talking about? Read on, and you will. Review, and I'll be your BESTEST
friend! :) Here, more story:
Later that day, the three of them has set out from the hobbit hole, the two hobbits walking slightly ahead of Niko, who was stalking through the tall grass and wheat fields and swearing sulpherously at anything that got in her way. She had covered the pimple with a bit of old powder Frodo had found kicking around the hole and was still in a bad mood about it. She had picked up a stick along the way and was slashing at all the plants in annoyance. She was particularly annoyed with one large thorn bush that had sprung up in a field.
"In a WHEAT field, for god's sakes! A wheat field! What kind of lazy farmer allows WEEDS in his WHEAT field!?" she asked of no one in particular, then graciously bypassed the offending growth. Sam and Frodo were sitting down at the edge of the field, setting out what looked like food. She sat down by them, and was handed a small loaf of bread by Sam and an apple by Frodo. She cautiously nibbled at one end of the bread, and promptly put it down, gnawing on the apple instead.
"Bread not to your liking, Miss Niko?" Sam asked, puzzled.
"No, I think I'll save it to use as a weapon if it should come to that. When did you bake it, Sam? It's rock hard!" She hit it with a tin cup, and it emitted a "clunk" noise, as it to prove her point. Sam looked crestfallen. "Only last week, Miss. I'm sorry..." He looked so apologetic that she had to laugh. Frodo got up. "Lets keep on moving, you two. We want to reach Bree as quickly as possible." She noticed that he was fingering the ring as he spoke, and he looked around nervously. "We want to spend as few nights out here as possible."
They got up and started moving toward s the next field. A few steps into it, Sam stopped. Frodo turned back, and Niko sighed. "Move it along, Sam. Get. Go." She said, but the hobbit stared at his feet, lost in his own thoughts. "One more step, and-" Niko hit him with the bread.
"Ow! What was tha-"
"I said MOVE, Samwise!"
Frodo looked askance at her, brandishing the stale bread, and Sam, who was cowering in fear. Then he turned and ran away.
Psst! This is the end of the chapter! Did you know that? (AAAH! I'm going insaaaaane...)
Later that day, the three of them has set out from the hobbit hole, the two hobbits walking slightly ahead of Niko, who was stalking through the tall grass and wheat fields and swearing sulpherously at anything that got in her way. She had covered the pimple with a bit of old powder Frodo had found kicking around the hole and was still in a bad mood about it. She had picked up a stick along the way and was slashing at all the plants in annoyance. She was particularly annoyed with one large thorn bush that had sprung up in a field.
"In a WHEAT field, for god's sakes! A wheat field! What kind of lazy farmer allows WEEDS in his WHEAT field!?" she asked of no one in particular, then graciously bypassed the offending growth. Sam and Frodo were sitting down at the edge of the field, setting out what looked like food. She sat down by them, and was handed a small loaf of bread by Sam and an apple by Frodo. She cautiously nibbled at one end of the bread, and promptly put it down, gnawing on the apple instead.
"Bread not to your liking, Miss Niko?" Sam asked, puzzled.
"No, I think I'll save it to use as a weapon if it should come to that. When did you bake it, Sam? It's rock hard!" She hit it with a tin cup, and it emitted a "clunk" noise, as it to prove her point. Sam looked crestfallen. "Only last week, Miss. I'm sorry..." He looked so apologetic that she had to laugh. Frodo got up. "Lets keep on moving, you two. We want to reach Bree as quickly as possible." She noticed that he was fingering the ring as he spoke, and he looked around nervously. "We want to spend as few nights out here as possible."
They got up and started moving toward s the next field. A few steps into it, Sam stopped. Frodo turned back, and Niko sighed. "Move it along, Sam. Get. Go." She said, but the hobbit stared at his feet, lost in his own thoughts. "One more step, and-" Niko hit him with the bread.
"Ow! What was tha-"
"I said MOVE, Samwise!"
Frodo looked askance at her, brandishing the stale bread, and Sam, who was cowering in fear. Then he turned and ran away.
Psst! This is the end of the chapter! Did you know that? (AAAH! I'm going insaaaaane...)