Another slightly random fic...I donÕt know if itÕll be finished or not. Oh well.
"Mr. Frodo!" shouted Sam. "The ring's back!"
Frodo stiffened. "What?" he croaked.
"It's back, back I tell ya!"
Sam held forth the shiny gold band. Frodo looked at it and promptly fainted.
Sam rubbed his hands together evilly and cackled. He was just about to take Frodo's wallet when two objects crashed in through the window.
"ARGH!" shouted Sam, his plans momentarily foiled.
"Howdy, Sam-Sam-Aroo!" said Pippin.
"It's Pip-Pip-Ahoy and Merry-Merry-Don't-Come-Free!" said Merry, jigging a bit. "How's Fro-Fro?"
"Stop it with the infernal hyphenated cutsie names!" shouted Sam.
"Calm down, old friendy-wendy!" said Pippin slapping him on the back and looking at Fro on the floor. "What happened to him?"
"Uh, just hallucinating again, I expect. You know how Mr. Frodo is."
"Yeah," Merry and Pippin giggled. "Can't hold his cream-of-wheat!"
"What?" Sam blinked. Frodo woke up. He saw the faint gleam of gold in Sam's hand and promptly fell over again.
"What were you doing crashing through the window?" said Sam stepping over his unconcious master.
"We came to invite you to a party, Sammy-Sammy-Sam. Elrondy-Wondy's giving a parrrrrrrrrrrtaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!!" said Merry, whooping and jumping onto Pippin's shoulders. "Cream-o'-wheat for everyone!"
"I detest cream-of-wheat," said Sam. "I think it's the most disgusting thing on the face of the earth."
"You don't eat it, do you?" said Pippin slightly shocked. "That would be wierd!"
"Yeah," agreed Merry. "There are so many useful things to do with it! Caulk, you can mold it, sculpt it, I even made a life-size statue of myself with it!" Pippin edged away slightly. Sam looked quite horrified. Frodo sat up weakly, but when no one noticed promptly fainted again.
A plothole appeared in the ceiling, and Legolas fell through it and landed in the fireplace. He screamed and ran out the door, banging his head, and ran off flaming.
Sam, Merry and Pippin blinked. Frodo raised his head weakly, but then passed out again.
"That, was, odd," said Pippin. "Uh, shall we go to Riven-Fliven-Bliven-Bell?"
"Yes we shall, my dear Piperooo!" said Merry, and so saying, the cousins hooked arm in arm and started off singing. Sam packed Frodo in a suitcase and started off just behind them.
They reached Rivendell that night, because I said so, that's why. Legolas met them at the door, with a bandaged head.
"Hey, Legsie-Wegsie-Woo!" said Merry, giving the elf a high five. (Not that high, but hey it was a thought.) "Par-tay on, dude!" the hobbits cackled to themselves and went inside. Legolas was puzzling so hard about this last complicated statement that he shut the door on his foot.
"Mr. Frodo!" shouted Sam. "The ring's back!"
Frodo stiffened. "What?" he croaked.
"It's back, back I tell ya!"
Sam held forth the shiny gold band. Frodo looked at it and promptly fainted.
Sam rubbed his hands together evilly and cackled. He was just about to take Frodo's wallet when two objects crashed in through the window.
"ARGH!" shouted Sam, his plans momentarily foiled.
"Howdy, Sam-Sam-Aroo!" said Pippin.
"It's Pip-Pip-Ahoy and Merry-Merry-Don't-Come-Free!" said Merry, jigging a bit. "How's Fro-Fro?"
"Stop it with the infernal hyphenated cutsie names!" shouted Sam.
"Calm down, old friendy-wendy!" said Pippin slapping him on the back and looking at Fro on the floor. "What happened to him?"
"Uh, just hallucinating again, I expect. You know how Mr. Frodo is."
"Yeah," Merry and Pippin giggled. "Can't hold his cream-of-wheat!"
"What?" Sam blinked. Frodo woke up. He saw the faint gleam of gold in Sam's hand and promptly fell over again.
"What were you doing crashing through the window?" said Sam stepping over his unconcious master.
"We came to invite you to a party, Sammy-Sammy-Sam. Elrondy-Wondy's giving a parrrrrrrrrrrtaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!!" said Merry, whooping and jumping onto Pippin's shoulders. "Cream-o'-wheat for everyone!"
"I detest cream-of-wheat," said Sam. "I think it's the most disgusting thing on the face of the earth."
"You don't eat it, do you?" said Pippin slightly shocked. "That would be wierd!"
"Yeah," agreed Merry. "There are so many useful things to do with it! Caulk, you can mold it, sculpt it, I even made a life-size statue of myself with it!" Pippin edged away slightly. Sam looked quite horrified. Frodo sat up weakly, but when no one noticed promptly fainted again.
A plothole appeared in the ceiling, and Legolas fell through it and landed in the fireplace. He screamed and ran out the door, banging his head, and ran off flaming.
Sam, Merry and Pippin blinked. Frodo raised his head weakly, but then passed out again.
"That, was, odd," said Pippin. "Uh, shall we go to Riven-Fliven-Bliven-Bell?"
"Yes we shall, my dear Piperooo!" said Merry, and so saying, the cousins hooked arm in arm and started off singing. Sam packed Frodo in a suitcase and started off just behind them.
They reached Rivendell that night, because I said so, that's why. Legolas met them at the door, with a bandaged head.
"Hey, Legsie-Wegsie-Woo!" said Merry, giving the elf a high five. (Not that high, but hey it was a thought.) "Par-tay on, dude!" the hobbits cackled to themselves and went inside. Legolas was puzzling so hard about this last complicated statement that he shut the door on his foot.