Well I was snooping. err. uh. 'taking a walk' about the shire last night
when I heard these strange sounds coming from Mr. Frodo's room. Sam was not
at home. I did not want to do the math. Sam is a pervy male hobbit fancier
if you ask me and Mr. Frodo isn't exactly the most normal of all hobbits.
Elves are coming through the shire constantly. I always wanted to go to Rivendell to see the elves. I tell Merry all the time, one day I will go to see the elves. Sam was a bit over excited when we told him our plan to steal a horse from the old Sackville-Bagginses then catch a ferry and ride to Bree were we would stay the night. Then one of us would get stabbed and a elf would rescue him and we would later meet up with him at Rivendell were the pretty elf lady took him. Ah, but it was a stupid plan anyway it would never work. *sigh*. Mr. Frodo says its crazy talk. Mr. Gandalf thinks its creative!
I wish Bilbo were still here. That old nut had the best stories. About trolls, Goblins, Eagles, Dragons, and wars. Call me crazy but I think he made it all up.
I was taking a walk about the shire again the other night when I saw Sam dancing with a lady hobbit. If I do recall correctly name was. err. Rosy I think. How dare Sam cheat on poor Mr. Frodo. He deserves her better *snicker*.
Merry says the old farmer at he end of the Shire was about to harvest, a great opportunity to go steal. err. uh. "borrow without asking" some of the old mans crops. He has heavenly carrots, I borrowed without asking them before.
Found great carrot, I am very depressed, I accidentally sat upon it when I took a small tumble down the hill when we were running from the old man. What a wretched mess! We bumped into Sam and Frodo in the crops, who knew they borrowed without asking His crops too! Well Mr. Frodo had some kind of vision and some dude all in black that reeked of the most wretched sent I ever smelt. We were chased to the ferry and we eventually came to Bree.
We went to this nice inn. It was named something like. the Prancing Pony. or something like that. They had this wonderful thing called a pint! It was heavenly! We met up with this ranger named Aragorn ((his name sucked so we just call him Strider)). He took us to an inn and we across the street saw those stinky black things stab those wonderful pillows we left for them. Dammit! I left my good pillow over there!
We later left the Bree and came to this place called Weathertop we stayed and lit a fire, Mr. Frodo seemed quite angry when he woke up as we were singing by the fire, he stomped out our fire! The nerve! *death stare Frodo* Those black things came about right after he put out our fire and stabbed poor Mr. Frodo. Aragorn set them on fire, the non-firey ones fled. I held my sword, and I wasn't hurt! That is some good skill for a hobbit like me.
We traveled a bit and soon this elf came, and took Mr. Frodo. We got to Rivendell, can you believe it! Rivendell! We got to see the elves! Its beauty surpassed the Shire by far! Hey. wait a minute. this story sounds strangely familiar *shakes head* no. no that is nonsense.
Elves are coming through the shire constantly. I always wanted to go to Rivendell to see the elves. I tell Merry all the time, one day I will go to see the elves. Sam was a bit over excited when we told him our plan to steal a horse from the old Sackville-Bagginses then catch a ferry and ride to Bree were we would stay the night. Then one of us would get stabbed and a elf would rescue him and we would later meet up with him at Rivendell were the pretty elf lady took him. Ah, but it was a stupid plan anyway it would never work. *sigh*. Mr. Frodo says its crazy talk. Mr. Gandalf thinks its creative!
I wish Bilbo were still here. That old nut had the best stories. About trolls, Goblins, Eagles, Dragons, and wars. Call me crazy but I think he made it all up.
I was taking a walk about the shire again the other night when I saw Sam dancing with a lady hobbit. If I do recall correctly name was. err. Rosy I think. How dare Sam cheat on poor Mr. Frodo. He deserves her better *snicker*.
Merry says the old farmer at he end of the Shire was about to harvest, a great opportunity to go steal. err. uh. "borrow without asking" some of the old mans crops. He has heavenly carrots, I borrowed without asking them before.
Found great carrot, I am very depressed, I accidentally sat upon it when I took a small tumble down the hill when we were running from the old man. What a wretched mess! We bumped into Sam and Frodo in the crops, who knew they borrowed without asking His crops too! Well Mr. Frodo had some kind of vision and some dude all in black that reeked of the most wretched sent I ever smelt. We were chased to the ferry and we eventually came to Bree.
We went to this nice inn. It was named something like. the Prancing Pony. or something like that. They had this wonderful thing called a pint! It was heavenly! We met up with this ranger named Aragorn ((his name sucked so we just call him Strider)). He took us to an inn and we across the street saw those stinky black things stab those wonderful pillows we left for them. Dammit! I left my good pillow over there!
We later left the Bree and came to this place called Weathertop we stayed and lit a fire, Mr. Frodo seemed quite angry when he woke up as we were singing by the fire, he stomped out our fire! The nerve! *death stare Frodo* Those black things came about right after he put out our fire and stabbed poor Mr. Frodo. Aragorn set them on fire, the non-firey ones fled. I held my sword, and I wasn't hurt! That is some good skill for a hobbit like me.
We traveled a bit and soon this elf came, and took Mr. Frodo. We got to Rivendell, can you believe it! Rivendell! We got to see the elves! Its beauty surpassed the Shire by far! Hey. wait a minute. this story sounds strangely familiar *shakes head* no. no that is nonsense.