Disclaimer: See 1st chapter.
Person who dreamed it: Liz
Author: Carolyn
A/N: Yes, that personwhodreamedit/author thing confused us a little too. Just think that Carolyn types it and comes up with ways to get it typed while Liz says what happens next. Make more sense? Sorry, couldn't hear you. Didn't hear you then either. Anyway, on we go with the story. We didn't get many reviews or name ideas. Special thanks to those who did try to help by reviewing and name-making, but we need more ideas. We'll see what we do ;}
Ch. 2 Many Meetings
Legolas continued hopping for some time. After about forty minutes, he finally stopped with a very troubled and confused look on his face.
"But what do I call you?" he asked the hot girl. Then he grinned broadly. "I'll just have to give you one!"
"Like what?" she asked.
"Hm," Legolas rubbed his chin. "How about, Spot?"
"WHAT?" she asked, horrified. "You want to name me Spot?"
"Well, Rover or Fido or Duchess or something. Chester would be a great one because you have a chest!"
"You have one too, though it's not the same size as mine," she glared at him, but stuck herself out a little. "You are NOT naming me Chester."
"How about Rin or Ring or Ringy or Ringabeth or Ringolyn or Ringer or something?" Boromir suggested, staring at her che- uh, ring very intently.
"Where in Middle Earth did you come up with that?" Legolas asked.
"The riiinnnggg…" Boromir said, now looking dazed.
Everyone looked at you-know-who and, because they were all guys, looked immediately at her chest. They saw the Ring and gasped.
"That ring with that chain?" Thranduil looked shocked. "Legolas, you cannot keep her. She has no fashion sense, and that isn't right for someone who is dating a prince."
"But there wasn't a silver chain!" she-who-cannot-be-named whined. "I had no choice! I know it's horrible fashion sense, but if you give me a better chain…"
Thranduil, shielding his eyes from the terrifying clashing colors, quickly put a silver chain that had appeared from who knows where into her hand. Legolas rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, Dad. Frodo was just as bad, and I dealt. He had a gold ring on a silver chain."
Thranduil winced as if in pain just thinking of the first Ringbearer. Boromir seemed angry.
"That's not what I meant! That ring is very special! I can feel it!" Boromir lunged at the girl again, but this time Legolas jumped in front of him. The two fell onto the floor (where else would they fall?) and started to fight. "I WANT IT!" Boromir whined. Faramir backed away slowly and acted as if he didn't know who this jewelry-loving freak was (though everyone in the room knows their brothers). Faramir started whistling and he looked up. Aragorn nudged him, so he rolled his eyes and pried his older brother off the prince.
"Clearly this ring must have some power over my brother," Faramir said wisely to the not very shocked room. Everyone looks at Thranduil. Thranduil looks confused and annoyed.
"What? I'm not Elrond or somebody that knows about this stuff," Everyone continued to stare. Thranduil sighed. "I'll go get a book. One that is about this sort of thing, of course."
"Look under the 'Rings of Power'!" Aragorn called helpfully. "If you have it."
"No shit, Sherlock," the girl rolled her eyes. "What else would he look under?" Everyone stared at her, very confused. "What?"
After a few hours, Thranduil rushed back into the room.
"What took you so long?" Legolas whined.
"I read the whole book as fast as I could!" Thranduil whined back.
"You weren't supposed to read the whole book!" Faramir seemed annoyed. "And you were supposed to bring it here so we all could read it." He pouted and looked down at the ground. He apparently really wanted to read a boring book at the moment.
"Ooops." Thranduil said. "Oh, well. I figured out what the Ring is, and I know why Boromir went mad." He paused, presumably for dramatic effect or something. After about ten minutes, everyone shouted "What?" so he decided to continue. "Sauron made two rings, not one. He was obviously smarter than we all thought. Anyway, he made the golden one to rule Middle Earth with. But, just in case it was thrown into the Cracks of Doom, he made another. It, I presume, is probably that one." He pointed to so-n-so's bosom. Everyone looked at the Ring. She nervously covered it up.
"She is being possessive! It must be the Two…or the One…or the Two One…or the One Two…or whatever." Aragorn tried to sound smart and wonderful and failed miserably.
"Am not!" she argued. "I'm just trying to prevent everyone from staring at my boobs!"
Everyone's heads turned quickly down, so she uncovered herself. A few eyes lingered upward while Thranduil said, "So, as the head-honcho-elf-king-guy here, I guess I'm supposed to say 'It must be destroyed!' Should I give a long speech like Elrond? I always wanted to sound important and wise…"
"NO!" everyone who had been to that horribly long council shouted quickly.
"Ok," Thranduil looked disappointed. "Well then, you can go and destroy it then. Who wants to be the bearer?"
"I do!" Boromir and the girl both yelled at the exact same time.
"Ok, then Chester it is!" Thranduil said.
"Don't call me that!" she growled.
"Whatever. The bearer will be her," he pointed to her. "And all of you can go with her, if you want to."
"I can't, though!" Aragorn said quickly. "I have the kingdom to rule."
"HA! HA! HA! *snort* HA! HA!" Legolas was reminded of earlier incidents. Faramir, Boromir, and Thranduil looked at him. Legolas, through breaths, explained. "Earlier…when introducing…himself to her…he called himself…HA! HA! HA! *snort* HA! HA! Araporn king of Gonwhore!" They all turned and looked at Aragorn for a minute, then all four of them burst out laughing. Chester (DON'T CALL ME THAT!) impatiently tapped her foot until they stopped. Aragorn was red as a cherry when he mumbled:
"And, anyway, I gotta go back to rule over everything. And I wanna see Arwen again." He got a dreamy look in his eye and muttered, "See Arwen again…"
"Ok, ok," Thranduil said as he wiped his eyes. "You shall travel with them until the road turns East. You will then, obviously, go West."
Aragorn shrugged and nodded. Boromir looked confused.
"Why East? Isn't Mount Doom West?" Everyone glared at him.
"Because I said so and because I'm wiser and older than you," Thranduil said. To add a little touch, he stuck his tongue out. Legolas giggled and did the same.
The girl shook her head as she put it in her hands. "The royalty of Mirkwood," she muttered. Luckily, the King and Prince were too busy bugging Boromir to hear her.
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So, a few days or so after the Council of Thranduil (I guess that's what it should be called…) the Fellowship of the Other Ring left. That one girl, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and Legolas left for the South. After a morning of many "My feet hurt!" complaints from our city-slicker, it was early afternoon. Boromir was looking back to tell her to be quit when he ran into something and then fell on top of it.
"Ouch!" a small, muffled voice cryed. "Boromir, you big clumsy git! You're crushing me! Gerroff!"
Boromir screamed (oddly like that scream the girl had made when she saw a spider earlier. No, not one of the Mirkwood giants. One of the little centimeter-long ones.) and jumped up. "It can talk!" he yelled, thinking it was a rock or something.
"Of course I can!" the small thing replied. It looked rather squished, but the girl thought she saw it give Boromir a bad signal with his finger. "I'm a hobbit, you idiot!"
The girl looked eagerly down at the little creature. She shoved Boromir out of the way so she could see him better.
"Awwwwww…" she said. "He's so little, and so adorable! He's like, 5 years old!"
"I'm fifty-five," the creature said as he got up. Boromir looked dumbfounded.
"Frodo? What are you doing in the middle of Mirkwood?"
"Mirkwood?" the cute little thing's eyes widened in fear. The girl said "Awww…" again. "How'd I get here? I was just going on a walk…"
"A random walk all the way across the Misty Mountains?" Boromir was amazed.
"Yeah, well," Aragorn said. "I did that once too. When I found out I was over the mountains, I figured I might as well go to Lorien because that's where I knew Arwen was at the time. Lucky I did, because that's when she fell in love with me."
Frodo looked hopeful. "So, I'll get lucky maybe and…"
"No," Aragorn said quickly. "I think you came accidentally, but I came 'accidentally'. Do you see the difference?"
Frodo looked disappointed. "But I could still meet up with Arwen…"
"NO!"
"Ok."
"Besides," that one chick said to the little cutie, "you walked in on something very unlucky. We're destroying another one of Sauron's take-over- the-world rings."
"Oh," Frodo said. "Can I come?"
"Uh, ok. Now the Fellowship of the Other Ring consists of six: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, and me. Only three more and we'll have the same number as the other Fellowship!" the girl got a little too excited.
"Well," Legolas though for a moment. "We could go find my new best friend Gimli and then we'd only need two more!" Everyone stared at Legolas. "What? Ok, I know he wasn't the most popular with his favorite game I'll-try-to- chop-your-head-off-for-fun-so-you'd-better-duck-game, but he's not always really rough." Everyone stared at Legolas. "Ok, so he's always rough." Everyone stared at Legolas. "What? Oh no! Do I have some lunch stuck between my teeth?"
Before anyone could answer, a cart that seemed to be driving itself came into their little clearing. Girly girl looked around to see what could be moving it, and saw two more hobbits, just these ones were very sweaty and kind of stinky, were pushing it. Frodo seemed happy.
"There you are!" she shouted gleefully.
"Next *huff* time *puff* we *huff* go *puff* on *huff* a *puff* picnic *huff* walk *puff* we *huff* bring *puff* a *huff* pony *puff*" one of them said just before he collapsed.
"Oh, ok," Frodo said. "I won't ask you to just because you're young next time. We'll get a pony." Frodo shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, um, girl," he said to (guess who!), "these two went on the walk with me. The one who talked is Merry, and the one who somehow found the energy to jump into the picnic cart is Pippin."
Pippin popped his head up, his mouth full of food. "Oh, hi!" He continued eating. "I'll save you some, Merry." He mumbled through mouthfuls of mushrooms.
After the hobbits (Frodo included, he wanted to eat also) finished their picnic inside the cart, Frodo explained the quest.
"I'll go!" the two younger hobbits said in unison, causing that one female person to say, "Awwww…" again.
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The company marched on, and when about an hour had passed, someone else appeared. In through the trees, came crashing a hobbit whom Frodo introduced as Sam. He was sweaty and looked very nervous and carried as many vegetables as could fit into his little chubby arms.
"What are you doing clear out here, Sammy?" Frodo asked.
"I was stealing from another farmer, but he caught me and chased me other those mountains back there. I lost him in this forest, though."
"What?" Frodo was obviously surprised. "Sam, why were you stealing?"
"You try to raise thirteen kids on a worker class salary! I know you don't understand, Mr. Frodo, but some people don't have as much money as you!"
"But you've been rich ever since the quest!"
"But they're thirteen hobbit kids! They eat like a thousands oliphants each!"
Sam suddenly started whimpering and looking more terrified and nervous than before. The ringbearer girl assumed he was picturing thirteen hobbit children eating dinner. She pictured it, and understood his feelings.
"Hm," Frodo thought for a moment. "Would you like to come with us to destroy the 2nd One Ring, Samwise? You could take your mind off of little Elanor, Frodo, Rose, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, Primrose, Bilbo, Ruby, Robin, and Tolman for a bit."
"Are those their real names?" Boromir asked. "Because most aren't very creative…"
"Yes," the really hot chick said. "I read it in the appendix in my 'The Return of the King'." Everyone stared at her. "Oh! Oops! Never mind, everybody."
"I'll go. I sure hope that Rosie can care for all the kids." Sam thought for a moment. "Oh, I bet she can Let's go! So, who's in the group?"
"You, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and me," the should-be-super-model-or-something-like-that said. "We are a fellowship of nine now. The Fellowship of the Other Ring!" As she said the latter, she raised up her arms and announced it loudly and greatly.
"Uh," Sam said, backing away. She was beautiful, but tall and kind of scary when she did that. "Ok."
A/N: What do you think? Yeah, the title was kinda stupid, but it fit the chapter pretty well. Remember that this is a dream that Liz had, so I am not liable for any stupid plots. As for jokes, I did come up with half of them.*grins proudly*
Anyway, we both love reviews! So, if you have 5 seconds (which I know you do! Unless you're dying right this very second and will be dead in 4!) please review! We still need names for our "Nameless Beauty." Anything weird or pretty or stupid will do. It could be anything from Fran to Dictionary to Poop-stain. Just come up with something, some spur of the moment, and give it to us. Really, it's quite easy. Look to your right, and name something you see. Or, look to your left and name something you see. Or say your name, a friend's name, an enemy's name, a pet's name, or a guy's name. Go ahead, say Paul, we will still thank you for trying as hard as your brain could work. Thanks for your help or I hate you, depending on what you are doing right now. ~*Carolyn*~
PS: Liz went to bed, so I wrote the last half of this chapter. The hobbits entering is what she told me must happen: "Frodo comes in first, then Merry and Pippin, then Sam. Got that?" See! She didn't even say good night! 13 year old little sisters (or at least mine) are brats! ~*Carolyn*~
Person who dreamed it: Liz
Author: Carolyn
A/N: Yes, that personwhodreamedit/author thing confused us a little too. Just think that Carolyn types it and comes up with ways to get it typed while Liz says what happens next. Make more sense? Sorry, couldn't hear you. Didn't hear you then either. Anyway, on we go with the story. We didn't get many reviews or name ideas. Special thanks to those who did try to help by reviewing and name-making, but we need more ideas. We'll see what we do ;}
Ch. 2 Many Meetings
Legolas continued hopping for some time. After about forty minutes, he finally stopped with a very troubled and confused look on his face.
"But what do I call you?" he asked the hot girl. Then he grinned broadly. "I'll just have to give you one!"
"Like what?" she asked.
"Hm," Legolas rubbed his chin. "How about, Spot?"
"WHAT?" she asked, horrified. "You want to name me Spot?"
"Well, Rover or Fido or Duchess or something. Chester would be a great one because you have a chest!"
"You have one too, though it's not the same size as mine," she glared at him, but stuck herself out a little. "You are NOT naming me Chester."
"How about Rin or Ring or Ringy or Ringabeth or Ringolyn or Ringer or something?" Boromir suggested, staring at her che- uh, ring very intently.
"Where in Middle Earth did you come up with that?" Legolas asked.
"The riiinnnggg…" Boromir said, now looking dazed.
Everyone looked at you-know-who and, because they were all guys, looked immediately at her chest. They saw the Ring and gasped.
"That ring with that chain?" Thranduil looked shocked. "Legolas, you cannot keep her. She has no fashion sense, and that isn't right for someone who is dating a prince."
"But there wasn't a silver chain!" she-who-cannot-be-named whined. "I had no choice! I know it's horrible fashion sense, but if you give me a better chain…"
Thranduil, shielding his eyes from the terrifying clashing colors, quickly put a silver chain that had appeared from who knows where into her hand. Legolas rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, Dad. Frodo was just as bad, and I dealt. He had a gold ring on a silver chain."
Thranduil winced as if in pain just thinking of the first Ringbearer. Boromir seemed angry.
"That's not what I meant! That ring is very special! I can feel it!" Boromir lunged at the girl again, but this time Legolas jumped in front of him. The two fell onto the floor (where else would they fall?) and started to fight. "I WANT IT!" Boromir whined. Faramir backed away slowly and acted as if he didn't know who this jewelry-loving freak was (though everyone in the room knows their brothers). Faramir started whistling and he looked up. Aragorn nudged him, so he rolled his eyes and pried his older brother off the prince.
"Clearly this ring must have some power over my brother," Faramir said wisely to the not very shocked room. Everyone looks at Thranduil. Thranduil looks confused and annoyed.
"What? I'm not Elrond or somebody that knows about this stuff," Everyone continued to stare. Thranduil sighed. "I'll go get a book. One that is about this sort of thing, of course."
"Look under the 'Rings of Power'!" Aragorn called helpfully. "If you have it."
"No shit, Sherlock," the girl rolled her eyes. "What else would he look under?" Everyone stared at her, very confused. "What?"
After a few hours, Thranduil rushed back into the room.
"What took you so long?" Legolas whined.
"I read the whole book as fast as I could!" Thranduil whined back.
"You weren't supposed to read the whole book!" Faramir seemed annoyed. "And you were supposed to bring it here so we all could read it." He pouted and looked down at the ground. He apparently really wanted to read a boring book at the moment.
"Ooops." Thranduil said. "Oh, well. I figured out what the Ring is, and I know why Boromir went mad." He paused, presumably for dramatic effect or something. After about ten minutes, everyone shouted "What?" so he decided to continue. "Sauron made two rings, not one. He was obviously smarter than we all thought. Anyway, he made the golden one to rule Middle Earth with. But, just in case it was thrown into the Cracks of Doom, he made another. It, I presume, is probably that one." He pointed to so-n-so's bosom. Everyone looked at the Ring. She nervously covered it up.
"She is being possessive! It must be the Two…or the One…or the Two One…or the One Two…or whatever." Aragorn tried to sound smart and wonderful and failed miserably.
"Am not!" she argued. "I'm just trying to prevent everyone from staring at my boobs!"
Everyone's heads turned quickly down, so she uncovered herself. A few eyes lingered upward while Thranduil said, "So, as the head-honcho-elf-king-guy here, I guess I'm supposed to say 'It must be destroyed!' Should I give a long speech like Elrond? I always wanted to sound important and wise…"
"NO!" everyone who had been to that horribly long council shouted quickly.
"Ok," Thranduil looked disappointed. "Well then, you can go and destroy it then. Who wants to be the bearer?"
"I do!" Boromir and the girl both yelled at the exact same time.
"Ok, then Chester it is!" Thranduil said.
"Don't call me that!" she growled.
"Whatever. The bearer will be her," he pointed to her. "And all of you can go with her, if you want to."
"I can't, though!" Aragorn said quickly. "I have the kingdom to rule."
"HA! HA! HA! *snort* HA! HA!" Legolas was reminded of earlier incidents. Faramir, Boromir, and Thranduil looked at him. Legolas, through breaths, explained. "Earlier…when introducing…himself to her…he called himself…HA! HA! HA! *snort* HA! HA! Araporn king of Gonwhore!" They all turned and looked at Aragorn for a minute, then all four of them burst out laughing. Chester (DON'T CALL ME THAT!) impatiently tapped her foot until they stopped. Aragorn was red as a cherry when he mumbled:
"And, anyway, I gotta go back to rule over everything. And I wanna see Arwen again." He got a dreamy look in his eye and muttered, "See Arwen again…"
"Ok, ok," Thranduil said as he wiped his eyes. "You shall travel with them until the road turns East. You will then, obviously, go West."
Aragorn shrugged and nodded. Boromir looked confused.
"Why East? Isn't Mount Doom West?" Everyone glared at him.
"Because I said so and because I'm wiser and older than you," Thranduil said. To add a little touch, he stuck his tongue out. Legolas giggled and did the same.
The girl shook her head as she put it in her hands. "The royalty of Mirkwood," she muttered. Luckily, the King and Prince were too busy bugging Boromir to hear her.
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So, a few days or so after the Council of Thranduil (I guess that's what it should be called…) the Fellowship of the Other Ring left. That one girl, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and Legolas left for the South. After a morning of many "My feet hurt!" complaints from our city-slicker, it was early afternoon. Boromir was looking back to tell her to be quit when he ran into something and then fell on top of it.
"Ouch!" a small, muffled voice cryed. "Boromir, you big clumsy git! You're crushing me! Gerroff!"
Boromir screamed (oddly like that scream the girl had made when she saw a spider earlier. No, not one of the Mirkwood giants. One of the little centimeter-long ones.) and jumped up. "It can talk!" he yelled, thinking it was a rock or something.
"Of course I can!" the small thing replied. It looked rather squished, but the girl thought she saw it give Boromir a bad signal with his finger. "I'm a hobbit, you idiot!"
The girl looked eagerly down at the little creature. She shoved Boromir out of the way so she could see him better.
"Awwwwww…" she said. "He's so little, and so adorable! He's like, 5 years old!"
"I'm fifty-five," the creature said as he got up. Boromir looked dumbfounded.
"Frodo? What are you doing in the middle of Mirkwood?"
"Mirkwood?" the cute little thing's eyes widened in fear. The girl said "Awww…" again. "How'd I get here? I was just going on a walk…"
"A random walk all the way across the Misty Mountains?" Boromir was amazed.
"Yeah, well," Aragorn said. "I did that once too. When I found out I was over the mountains, I figured I might as well go to Lorien because that's where I knew Arwen was at the time. Lucky I did, because that's when she fell in love with me."
Frodo looked hopeful. "So, I'll get lucky maybe and…"
"No," Aragorn said quickly. "I think you came accidentally, but I came 'accidentally'. Do you see the difference?"
Frodo looked disappointed. "But I could still meet up with Arwen…"
"NO!"
"Ok."
"Besides," that one chick said to the little cutie, "you walked in on something very unlucky. We're destroying another one of Sauron's take-over- the-world rings."
"Oh," Frodo said. "Can I come?"
"Uh, ok. Now the Fellowship of the Other Ring consists of six: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, and me. Only three more and we'll have the same number as the other Fellowship!" the girl got a little too excited.
"Well," Legolas though for a moment. "We could go find my new best friend Gimli and then we'd only need two more!" Everyone stared at Legolas. "What? Ok, I know he wasn't the most popular with his favorite game I'll-try-to- chop-your-head-off-for-fun-so-you'd-better-duck-game, but he's not always really rough." Everyone stared at Legolas. "Ok, so he's always rough." Everyone stared at Legolas. "What? Oh no! Do I have some lunch stuck between my teeth?"
Before anyone could answer, a cart that seemed to be driving itself came into their little clearing. Girly girl looked around to see what could be moving it, and saw two more hobbits, just these ones were very sweaty and kind of stinky, were pushing it. Frodo seemed happy.
"There you are!" she shouted gleefully.
"Next *huff* time *puff* we *huff* go *puff* on *huff* a *puff* picnic *huff* walk *puff* we *huff* bring *puff* a *huff* pony *puff*" one of them said just before he collapsed.
"Oh, ok," Frodo said. "I won't ask you to just because you're young next time. We'll get a pony." Frodo shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, um, girl," he said to (guess who!), "these two went on the walk with me. The one who talked is Merry, and the one who somehow found the energy to jump into the picnic cart is Pippin."
Pippin popped his head up, his mouth full of food. "Oh, hi!" He continued eating. "I'll save you some, Merry." He mumbled through mouthfuls of mushrooms.
After the hobbits (Frodo included, he wanted to eat also) finished their picnic inside the cart, Frodo explained the quest.
"I'll go!" the two younger hobbits said in unison, causing that one female person to say, "Awwww…" again.
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The company marched on, and when about an hour had passed, someone else appeared. In through the trees, came crashing a hobbit whom Frodo introduced as Sam. He was sweaty and looked very nervous and carried as many vegetables as could fit into his little chubby arms.
"What are you doing clear out here, Sammy?" Frodo asked.
"I was stealing from another farmer, but he caught me and chased me other those mountains back there. I lost him in this forest, though."
"What?" Frodo was obviously surprised. "Sam, why were you stealing?"
"You try to raise thirteen kids on a worker class salary! I know you don't understand, Mr. Frodo, but some people don't have as much money as you!"
"But you've been rich ever since the quest!"
"But they're thirteen hobbit kids! They eat like a thousands oliphants each!"
Sam suddenly started whimpering and looking more terrified and nervous than before. The ringbearer girl assumed he was picturing thirteen hobbit children eating dinner. She pictured it, and understood his feelings.
"Hm," Frodo thought for a moment. "Would you like to come with us to destroy the 2nd One Ring, Samwise? You could take your mind off of little Elanor, Frodo, Rose, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, Primrose, Bilbo, Ruby, Robin, and Tolman for a bit."
"Are those their real names?" Boromir asked. "Because most aren't very creative…"
"Yes," the really hot chick said. "I read it in the appendix in my 'The Return of the King'." Everyone stared at her. "Oh! Oops! Never mind, everybody."
"I'll go. I sure hope that Rosie can care for all the kids." Sam thought for a moment. "Oh, I bet she can Let's go! So, who's in the group?"
"You, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and me," the should-be-super-model-or-something-like-that said. "We are a fellowship of nine now. The Fellowship of the Other Ring!" As she said the latter, she raised up her arms and announced it loudly and greatly.
"Uh," Sam said, backing away. She was beautiful, but tall and kind of scary when she did that. "Ok."
A/N: What do you think? Yeah, the title was kinda stupid, but it fit the chapter pretty well. Remember that this is a dream that Liz had, so I am not liable for any stupid plots. As for jokes, I did come up with half of them.*grins proudly*
Anyway, we both love reviews! So, if you have 5 seconds (which I know you do! Unless you're dying right this very second and will be dead in 4!) please review! We still need names for our "Nameless Beauty." Anything weird or pretty or stupid will do. It could be anything from Fran to Dictionary to Poop-stain. Just come up with something, some spur of the moment, and give it to us. Really, it's quite easy. Look to your right, and name something you see. Or, look to your left and name something you see. Or say your name, a friend's name, an enemy's name, a pet's name, or a guy's name. Go ahead, say Paul, we will still thank you for trying as hard as your brain could work. Thanks for your help or I hate you, depending on what you are doing right now. ~*Carolyn*~
PS: Liz went to bed, so I wrote the last half of this chapter. The hobbits entering is what she told me must happen: "Frodo comes in first, then Merry and Pippin, then Sam. Got that?" See! She didn't even say good night! 13 year old little sisters (or at least mine) are brats! ~*Carolyn*~