FRODO HAS A SLEEPOVER!!!!!
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The Elusive Chapter THREE!
"I don't understand, though!" Merry shouted, frowning heavily. "It takes at least a DAY to get to Brandy hall. How are we supposed to get there tonight??"
Frodo stopped walking and looked at Merry in dismay, "Shut uu-up!!!" he whined. Then he sat down on the floor with his head in his hands.
Pippin looked at Merry, "Erm, is he laughing or crying?"
"I don't know and I don't care, just get an arm." Merry said, and so they dragged a hysterical Frodo along the road to Buckland.
Suddenly they were stopped in their tracks by something they had never seen before, and Merry nearly stopped looking angry! It was a huge hunk of armour, painted red like blood, and with huge glass eyes surrounding it, and a hand painted sign lying next to it saying 'Ford Escort.'
"Ah, they have a lot of these in Scotland." Said Pippin.
& The author winks, got outta that one pretty good didn't I, MERRY?! &
So they piled in, Pippin at the wheel, Merry in the passenger seat and Frodo clinging to the bonnet since they couldn't get any of the other doors open. He wouldn't have minded this particularly five minutes ago, but unfortunately the hyperness had left him suddenly and he was now quickly loosing the will to live.
"Need... more... ice-cream, sugar, and orange juice..." he cried, weakly, as Pippin put his foot down screaming, "THEY C'N TEK OWR LIVES, BUT THE CANNAE TEK OWR FREEDOM!"
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Making yet another quick plot line change back to Bag End, Bilbo was still arguing with the healer, whilst Sam lay on the dining room table. (Well it was actually two dining room tables pushed together and even then there was a bit of overhang.)
"Listen, I swear we were playing with toffees!" Bilbo said, wringing his hands, "And is it really my fault the boy hit his head on the way in??"
"Well, you see Mr. Baggins, I don't believe that's what really happened, now do you?" The healer hooked his thumbs in his waistband and raised his eyebrows looking at Bilbo.
"Well, I don't see what it has to do with you anyway! Y-you're a healer not a bounder!"
The healer strode towards him menacingly. "Well, that's the thing you see, Mr. Baggins, I'm actually detective Jack Frost!" He cried, hurling his stethoscope to the floor.
Bilbo squinted up at him, "Aren't you that guy from 'Only Fools And Horses?'"
David Jason, I mean, the detective ignored that realising any who doesn't watch Brit comedy won't get that and said, "And I don't think it was an accident, I think it was someone he knew! Someone in this room!" He looked at Bilbo again. Hard.
Bilbo shifted his eyes.
The detective adjusted his fake fur coat and fake gold jewellery and said, "That's it Mr. Baggins, occupation burglar, you are herewith arrested for gambling, hitting a fat hobbit and basically being a PLONKER. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence... You know the drill. "
He motioned commandingly at Sam, "C'mon now, Rodney, let's get back the van's outside!"
But Sam, just at that moment, had begun to feel a strange feeling, like something was calling him! Something tall and pale and with huge, huge blue eyes! He shivered, sat up and cried, "MR. FRODO NEEDS ME!" and ran out the door (carefully) with the orange juice, icing sugar and ice-cream.
"I'm a-coming Mr. Frodo!" he shouted.
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Back in the Ford Escort the hobbits were being relatively quiet and un-hyper. Mainly because Pippin couldn't really see past Frodo (still hanging onto the windshield) to drive. Frodo was too worried to talk (back to his usual self, eh?) and Merry was still angry.
But suddenly Merry broke the silence and said, "Oh. By the way. Chocoholic does not own LOTRs, nor any of the other copyrighted material she has mentioned. Chocoholic forgot to say this before and is lucky not to have been sued."
Pippin stared at him.
"Also Chocoholic PROMISES that next chapter we will get to the sleepover."
Pippin nodded slowly. "Well that's a good thing I guess."
"I was thinking that," Merry said, "But just what sort of a sleepover is this crazy author planning?!"
DUN DUN DUUUN.
WILL Sam get to Frodo with the hyper making ingredients in time????
WHO will make the next guest appearance???
WILL Chocoholic keep her promise??? (no. heh heh heh.)
DOES this fic make any sense at all????
PLEASE review, hope you liked it! (Though you won't have done.. seeing as it was crap...)
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Sorry about the Sam Fat Jokes, Katherine... Son Akoya and Day dream TOLD me to!!! I don't make the rules.
Legolaslover2003, he he great minds think alike I've already used that line in my songs of the rings fic. Weird! Maybe Lego'll be in next chapter. :D
Ta very much every1 who reviewed! Was gonna write thanks 2 u all but couldn't be bothered. I'm mean like that. Please keep reading.
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The Elusive Chapter THREE!
"I don't understand, though!" Merry shouted, frowning heavily. "It takes at least a DAY to get to Brandy hall. How are we supposed to get there tonight??"
Frodo stopped walking and looked at Merry in dismay, "Shut uu-up!!!" he whined. Then he sat down on the floor with his head in his hands.
Pippin looked at Merry, "Erm, is he laughing or crying?"
"I don't know and I don't care, just get an arm." Merry said, and so they dragged a hysterical Frodo along the road to Buckland.
Suddenly they were stopped in their tracks by something they had never seen before, and Merry nearly stopped looking angry! It was a huge hunk of armour, painted red like blood, and with huge glass eyes surrounding it, and a hand painted sign lying next to it saying 'Ford Escort.'
"Ah, they have a lot of these in Scotland." Said Pippin.
& The author winks, got outta that one pretty good didn't I, MERRY?! &
So they piled in, Pippin at the wheel, Merry in the passenger seat and Frodo clinging to the bonnet since they couldn't get any of the other doors open. He wouldn't have minded this particularly five minutes ago, but unfortunately the hyperness had left him suddenly and he was now quickly loosing the will to live.
"Need... more... ice-cream, sugar, and orange juice..." he cried, weakly, as Pippin put his foot down screaming, "THEY C'N TEK OWR LIVES, BUT THE CANNAE TEK OWR FREEDOM!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Making yet another quick plot line change back to Bag End, Bilbo was still arguing with the healer, whilst Sam lay on the dining room table. (Well it was actually two dining room tables pushed together and even then there was a bit of overhang.)
"Listen, I swear we were playing with toffees!" Bilbo said, wringing his hands, "And is it really my fault the boy hit his head on the way in??"
"Well, you see Mr. Baggins, I don't believe that's what really happened, now do you?" The healer hooked his thumbs in his waistband and raised his eyebrows looking at Bilbo.
"Well, I don't see what it has to do with you anyway! Y-you're a healer not a bounder!"
The healer strode towards him menacingly. "Well, that's the thing you see, Mr. Baggins, I'm actually detective Jack Frost!" He cried, hurling his stethoscope to the floor.
Bilbo squinted up at him, "Aren't you that guy from 'Only Fools And Horses?'"
David Jason, I mean, the detective ignored that realising any who doesn't watch Brit comedy won't get that and said, "And I don't think it was an accident, I think it was someone he knew! Someone in this room!" He looked at Bilbo again. Hard.
Bilbo shifted his eyes.
The detective adjusted his fake fur coat and fake gold jewellery and said, "That's it Mr. Baggins, occupation burglar, you are herewith arrested for gambling, hitting a fat hobbit and basically being a PLONKER. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence... You know the drill. "
He motioned commandingly at Sam, "C'mon now, Rodney, let's get back the van's outside!"
But Sam, just at that moment, had begun to feel a strange feeling, like something was calling him! Something tall and pale and with huge, huge blue eyes! He shivered, sat up and cried, "MR. FRODO NEEDS ME!" and ran out the door (carefully) with the orange juice, icing sugar and ice-cream.
"I'm a-coming Mr. Frodo!" he shouted.
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Back in the Ford Escort the hobbits were being relatively quiet and un-hyper. Mainly because Pippin couldn't really see past Frodo (still hanging onto the windshield) to drive. Frodo was too worried to talk (back to his usual self, eh?) and Merry was still angry.
But suddenly Merry broke the silence and said, "Oh. By the way. Chocoholic does not own LOTRs, nor any of the other copyrighted material she has mentioned. Chocoholic forgot to say this before and is lucky not to have been sued."
Pippin stared at him.
"Also Chocoholic PROMISES that next chapter we will get to the sleepover."
Pippin nodded slowly. "Well that's a good thing I guess."
"I was thinking that," Merry said, "But just what sort of a sleepover is this crazy author planning?!"
DUN DUN DUUUN.
WILL Sam get to Frodo with the hyper making ingredients in time????
WHO will make the next guest appearance???
WILL Chocoholic keep her promise??? (no. heh heh heh.)
DOES this fic make any sense at all????
PLEASE review, hope you liked it! (Though you won't have done.. seeing as it was crap...)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry about the Sam Fat Jokes, Katherine... Son Akoya and Day dream TOLD me to!!! I don't make the rules.
Legolaslover2003, he he great minds think alike I've already used that line in my songs of the rings fic. Weird! Maybe Lego'll be in next chapter. :D
Ta very much every1 who reviewed! Was gonna write thanks 2 u all but couldn't be bothered. I'm mean like that. Please keep reading.