Fic #: 1
Title: Frodo's Will
Writer: Technically, Jake. Actually I just told my beta, Goll, what I wanted to happen in this chapter and she wrote it. Behold the power of blackmail! I wrote the Will myself.
Main Character(s): Chibi Frodo
Type: Humor/Humor
Disclaimer: Who does this story serve? EVERYONE! (But I'd feel better if you left me, J, the credit, thank you.) I own the Fellowship, too, but there're only 8 of them left since I pushed Legolas off a cliff after he stole my Herbal Essences shampoo for the third time. Frodo's family ties aren't correct, I didn't feel like looking them up. If you're naïve enough to think I could make a profit off this, I'll just leave you to your delusions. Good day.
A young Frodo Baggins sat leaning against the trunk of a huge old tree on the edge of a vividly green field in the Shire. He idly scratched a foot and settled in a more comfortable position as he turned the page of his book, his eyes never leaving the words. After a few minutes, though, lulled by the sound of the breeze whispering through the leaves of the tree and the warm sun, his eyelids began to droop. In a few moments he'd dozed off contentedly, the book still open in his lap.
Then the calm and quiet of the scene was shattered by the sound of heavy footfalls crunching over the ground. Frodo was heaved bodily into the air, squirming in panic, still half asleep.
Then his vision cleared and he recognized the ugly face of his cousin, Ralo Boffin. Frodo stopped struggling and drooped helplessly as the 4- and-a- half-foot, brutishly strong Ralo held him two feet off the ground by the back of his shirt.
"Hello, Cousin!" Ralo leered unpleasantly. "Thinking of going to the fair tonight?"
Frodo nodded helplessly, still dangling, then squeaked out a quick "Yes!" when Ralo gave him a shake.
"Good. We wouldn't want our adorable, spoiled little Frodo to miss that, would we? No! In fact, ol' Ralo'll help you get there, Cuz!" Ralo dropped the fake friendliness and growled into Frodo's face, "Better bring an extra pair of clothes, shrimp, 'cuz I'm gonna beat you into the ground. Don't even think of running, either, it'll only go worse for you." With that, Ralo dumped him down on the ground with a smirk and stomped off, crashing through bushes and flower beds and kicking a random poodle like a football over a handy fence.
Frodo, in a heap on the ground, looked miserably after his cousin, then sighed out, "Oh my." and set about writing his Last Will and Testament.
Title: Frodo's Will
Writer: Technically, Jake. Actually I just told my beta, Goll, what I wanted to happen in this chapter and she wrote it. Behold the power of blackmail! I wrote the Will myself.
Main Character(s): Chibi Frodo
Type: Humor/Humor
Disclaimer: Who does this story serve? EVERYONE! (But I'd feel better if you left me, J, the credit, thank you.) I own the Fellowship, too, but there're only 8 of them left since I pushed Legolas off a cliff after he stole my Herbal Essences shampoo for the third time. Frodo's family ties aren't correct, I didn't feel like looking them up. If you're naïve enough to think I could make a profit off this, I'll just leave you to your delusions. Good day.
A young Frodo Baggins sat leaning against the trunk of a huge old tree on the edge of a vividly green field in the Shire. He idly scratched a foot and settled in a more comfortable position as he turned the page of his book, his eyes never leaving the words. After a few minutes, though, lulled by the sound of the breeze whispering through the leaves of the tree and the warm sun, his eyelids began to droop. In a few moments he'd dozed off contentedly, the book still open in his lap.
Then the calm and quiet of the scene was shattered by the sound of heavy footfalls crunching over the ground. Frodo was heaved bodily into the air, squirming in panic, still half asleep.
Then his vision cleared and he recognized the ugly face of his cousin, Ralo Boffin. Frodo stopped struggling and drooped helplessly as the 4- and-a- half-foot, brutishly strong Ralo held him two feet off the ground by the back of his shirt.
"Hello, Cousin!" Ralo leered unpleasantly. "Thinking of going to the fair tonight?"
Frodo nodded helplessly, still dangling, then squeaked out a quick "Yes!" when Ralo gave him a shake.
"Good. We wouldn't want our adorable, spoiled little Frodo to miss that, would we? No! In fact, ol' Ralo'll help you get there, Cuz!" Ralo dropped the fake friendliness and growled into Frodo's face, "Better bring an extra pair of clothes, shrimp, 'cuz I'm gonna beat you into the ground. Don't even think of running, either, it'll only go worse for you." With that, Ralo dumped him down on the ground with a smirk and stomped off, crashing through bushes and flower beds and kicking a random poodle like a football over a handy fence.
Frodo, in a heap on the ground, looked miserably after his cousin, then sighed out, "Oh my." and set about writing his Last Will and Testament.