Ok, I know youÕre disappointed that this story isnÕt longer. But here are some discarded ideas that didnÕt make it, and some ÔblooperishÕ type things. Enjoy, and thanks a lot!
-Oddwen.
"Frodo!" gasped Pippin. "Merry's nose is evil!"
"Run!" screamed Frodo.
"Hey Fro, Pip. What's going on?" said Merry.
"AAAHHHH!!" shouted Frodo and Pippin running away.
"What?" said Merry confusedly.
Pippin felt like he was floating. He heard a soft voice calling him. He opened his eyes.
"Who's there?" he said. A woman clothed in the stars, as it were, appeared before him.
"Peregrin, you have a task before you. Evil is growing. You must fight it."
"I have not the strength," whispered the hobbit.
"You have more strength than you know," smiled the lady. She held a piece of cloth up to the sky and then blew her nose into it.
"With this hankerchief you can destroy the evil. Go now Peregrin of the Shire." She stooped, kissed the hobbit on the forehead and disappeared. Pippin woke suddenly. In his clenched fist he saw that he held a hankerchief, white as the snow and soft as the sun. He smiled grimly. The nose would feel its bite, for in his hands he knew that he held the boogers of Elbereth.
"Boy, I'm beat. I'm going home to take a nap," said Merry.
"You would be tired, what with that thing on your face and all." Frodo laughed and shoved Merry playfully. Merry laughed and shoved back. Frodo laughed quieter and shoved back. Merry laughed stiffly and shoved Frodo into a ditch. Frodo jumped up and they started throwing punches and screaming at each other.
Frodo heard thumping early that morning. He silently crept to the drawing room, but tripped. He looked in horror at the stake hammered into his beautiful polished oak floor, the rope tied to the stake, and the rope supporting a tent.
"What is going on?" he wailed.
"Hey, Fro," said an inebreated Pippin poking his head out. "Me an' Merry ish camping out." He hiccuped. "Ain't that right, Merry ol' buddy ol' pal."
"Shure," said Merry.
"You stupid idiots!" shouted Frodo. "You've gotten into my Old Winyards again, haven't you?"
"Right ol' boy, good ol' Frodo Bagginsh," slurred Merry. "Winnyerd'sh a good wine, yup." He passed out.
"Can't hold ish likker. Washome mushroomsh?" said Pippin. "Got 'em cookin' right chere, shtew. Mushroom schtew." He hiccuped again.
"AARRGH!" shouted Frodo. It appeared that the young hobbits had not fixed the broken furniture and doors as he had requested, but instead made a fire right in the middle of his drawing room rug and cooked his pet mushrooms to boot.
"Trusht a Brannybuk an' a Took, eh Fro?" said Pippin.
Frodo sobbed.
Pippin stood frozen against the far wall as Merry climbed over the debris. He relaxed enough however to laugh hysterically when his assailant tripped on a blanket and fell between the bed and the wall and got stuck.
Frodo was enjoying a nice breakfast in his nice clean house, when Pippin burst in the door.
"Frodo!" he shouted. "It's Sam!"
"What, is his nose evil too?" retorted Frodo.
"No, it's, it's, his accent! His accent is evil!!" He was screaming now.
"Pippin, go away."
"No, really..." he screeched in fright and retreated deeper within the house.
Sam appeared at the door.
"Good morning, Sam!" said Frodo cheerily.
"Hello, Mr. Frodo, I have come for you," purred Sam.
"GAAAAA!!" hollered Frodo spilling hot coffee on himself.
"Har har har!" shouted Sam. Pippin appeared rolling on the floor laughing.
Frodo stood up tossing the table aside. "You'd better run, Took..."
-Oddwen.
"Frodo!" gasped Pippin. "Merry's nose is evil!"
"Run!" screamed Frodo.
"Hey Fro, Pip. What's going on?" said Merry.
"AAAHHHH!!" shouted Frodo and Pippin running away.
"What?" said Merry confusedly.
Pippin felt like he was floating. He heard a soft voice calling him. He opened his eyes.
"Who's there?" he said. A woman clothed in the stars, as it were, appeared before him.
"Peregrin, you have a task before you. Evil is growing. You must fight it."
"I have not the strength," whispered the hobbit.
"You have more strength than you know," smiled the lady. She held a piece of cloth up to the sky and then blew her nose into it.
"With this hankerchief you can destroy the evil. Go now Peregrin of the Shire." She stooped, kissed the hobbit on the forehead and disappeared. Pippin woke suddenly. In his clenched fist he saw that he held a hankerchief, white as the snow and soft as the sun. He smiled grimly. The nose would feel its bite, for in his hands he knew that he held the boogers of Elbereth.
"Boy, I'm beat. I'm going home to take a nap," said Merry.
"You would be tired, what with that thing on your face and all." Frodo laughed and shoved Merry playfully. Merry laughed and shoved back. Frodo laughed quieter and shoved back. Merry laughed stiffly and shoved Frodo into a ditch. Frodo jumped up and they started throwing punches and screaming at each other.
Frodo heard thumping early that morning. He silently crept to the drawing room, but tripped. He looked in horror at the stake hammered into his beautiful polished oak floor, the rope tied to the stake, and the rope supporting a tent.
"What is going on?" he wailed.
"Hey, Fro," said an inebreated Pippin poking his head out. "Me an' Merry ish camping out." He hiccuped. "Ain't that right, Merry ol' buddy ol' pal."
"Shure," said Merry.
"You stupid idiots!" shouted Frodo. "You've gotten into my Old Winyards again, haven't you?"
"Right ol' boy, good ol' Frodo Bagginsh," slurred Merry. "Winnyerd'sh a good wine, yup." He passed out.
"Can't hold ish likker. Washome mushroomsh?" said Pippin. "Got 'em cookin' right chere, shtew. Mushroom schtew." He hiccuped again.
"AARRGH!" shouted Frodo. It appeared that the young hobbits had not fixed the broken furniture and doors as he had requested, but instead made a fire right in the middle of his drawing room rug and cooked his pet mushrooms to boot.
"Trusht a Brannybuk an' a Took, eh Fro?" said Pippin.
Frodo sobbed.
Pippin stood frozen against the far wall as Merry climbed over the debris. He relaxed enough however to laugh hysterically when his assailant tripped on a blanket and fell between the bed and the wall and got stuck.
Frodo was enjoying a nice breakfast in his nice clean house, when Pippin burst in the door.
"Frodo!" he shouted. "It's Sam!"
"What, is his nose evil too?" retorted Frodo.
"No, it's, it's, his accent! His accent is evil!!" He was screaming now.
"Pippin, go away."
"No, really..." he screeched in fright and retreated deeper within the house.
Sam appeared at the door.
"Good morning, Sam!" said Frodo cheerily.
"Hello, Mr. Frodo, I have come for you," purred Sam.
"GAAAAA!!" hollered Frodo spilling hot coffee on himself.
"Har har har!" shouted Sam. Pippin appeared rolling on the floor laughing.
Frodo stood up tossing the table aside. "You'd better run, Took..."