Hey, this is the story with the next-to-most chapters! Not quite the longest, the Funniship has that honor, nor the most reviews, the Nose Knows which story does. Does anyone think this is even remotely funny? Please tell me what you think of it!
I know hobbits give away presents on their birthday, which is why Bilbo left the Shire. Because of the lousy present situation. It's a dictatorship under the evil Thain. *nodnod*
I like these sappy little songs. That's why there are so many in my stories. People are afraid of them. *nodnod* Someone said so in my Elfshare story. *nodnod*
"La la la, la la, al al, oops, la la la la!" sang Frodo happily, as he and Sam were gripping Erestor's legs as he tip-toed towards Rivendell.
"That is a very interesting song, Frodo, what do you call it?" said the elf.
"It's my lala song!" said Frodo grinning up at him. "Do you like it?"
"It's alright, for a mortal. I could sing a better one."
"I think it's pretty," said Frodo his lower lip wobbling.
"Don't make Frodo cry! Bad bad bad bad!" said Sam waking up at that moment.
"Pretty shiny stars in the sky
makes me wonder why
you are up so high
I wish I could fly
but I have other fish to fry," sang the elf
"Ooohhh," said Frodo. "Pretty pretty! You can sing it to Pamdkle Armvo when we get to Rvoakndell! He'll love it" He looked up at the stars which were just disappearing into the dawn. "Can you get me a star, Thestorester?"
"No, I can't. I heard once that Galadriel gave a star away once."
Fro's eyes widened immeasurably, but "ooh!" was all he could say.
"A star in a glass, that was what it was."
"Ohh! A drinking glass?"
"No, a little glass thing with a stopper."
"A stop her? Who stopped her? Who did she give it to?" Frodo tugged earnestly at Erestor's leg.
"Someone stopped who?" said Sam.
"Someone stopped Alagradelel from giving a glass of water to a star!" said Frodo his lower lip wobbling. "Sernreror said so!"
"I bet it was Gandalf! He's been very bad bad bad bad lately," said Sam setting his face resolutely.
"Nooo! Not Garflan!" wailed Fro, "He's my favoritest person in the whole wide world, besides you, Som."
"Thanks!" said Sam grinning. Frodo grinned back. Sam grinned back back. Fro grinned back back back. Sam grinned back back back back. I think you get the picture.
"Where are we going, Hestor?" said Frodo.
"Rivendell, I told you."
"Oohhhh, who's going to be there?"
"Oh, Elrond, Arwen, Aragorn, Pippin, Merry," started the elf.
"And Harvey?" shrieked Fro. "Don't forget Harvey!"
"I don't believe I've met Harvey. Or maybe it's Yarfeh?" he muttered this last part.
"Harvey's Mafors' friend! He's an invisible rabbit!"
"And he's purple and spotted," said Sam.
"Purple spots? Did Harvey eat pies, Yams?"
"Ooh, pies? Were they blueberry?"
"We're going to get blueberry pies in Rorfindill!" squealed Fro. "Yipeee!" Erestor blinked several times in rapid succession before lying down beside the road "To get some rest".
I know hobbits give away presents on their birthday, which is why Bilbo left the Shire. Because of the lousy present situation. It's a dictatorship under the evil Thain. *nodnod*
I like these sappy little songs. That's why there are so many in my stories. People are afraid of them. *nodnod* Someone said so in my Elfshare story. *nodnod*
"La la la, la la, al al, oops, la la la la!" sang Frodo happily, as he and Sam were gripping Erestor's legs as he tip-toed towards Rivendell.
"That is a very interesting song, Frodo, what do you call it?" said the elf.
"It's my lala song!" said Frodo grinning up at him. "Do you like it?"
"It's alright, for a mortal. I could sing a better one."
"I think it's pretty," said Frodo his lower lip wobbling.
"Don't make Frodo cry! Bad bad bad bad!" said Sam waking up at that moment.
"Pretty shiny stars in the sky
makes me wonder why
you are up so high
I wish I could fly
but I have other fish to fry," sang the elf
"Ooohhh," said Frodo. "Pretty pretty! You can sing it to Pamdkle Armvo when we get to Rvoakndell! He'll love it" He looked up at the stars which were just disappearing into the dawn. "Can you get me a star, Thestorester?"
"No, I can't. I heard once that Galadriel gave a star away once."
Fro's eyes widened immeasurably, but "ooh!" was all he could say.
"A star in a glass, that was what it was."
"Ohh! A drinking glass?"
"No, a little glass thing with a stopper."
"A stop her? Who stopped her? Who did she give it to?" Frodo tugged earnestly at Erestor's leg.
"Someone stopped who?" said Sam.
"Someone stopped Alagradelel from giving a glass of water to a star!" said Frodo his lower lip wobbling. "Sernreror said so!"
"I bet it was Gandalf! He's been very bad bad bad bad lately," said Sam setting his face resolutely.
"Nooo! Not Garflan!" wailed Fro, "He's my favoritest person in the whole wide world, besides you, Som."
"Thanks!" said Sam grinning. Frodo grinned back. Sam grinned back back. Fro grinned back back back. Sam grinned back back back back. I think you get the picture.
"Where are we going, Hestor?" said Frodo.
"Rivendell, I told you."
"Oohhhh, who's going to be there?"
"Oh, Elrond, Arwen, Aragorn, Pippin, Merry," started the elf.
"And Harvey?" shrieked Fro. "Don't forget Harvey!"
"I don't believe I've met Harvey. Or maybe it's Yarfeh?" he muttered this last part.
"Harvey's Mafors' friend! He's an invisible rabbit!"
"And he's purple and spotted," said Sam.
"Purple spots? Did Harvey eat pies, Yams?"
"Ooh, pies? Were they blueberry?"
"We're going to get blueberry pies in Rorfindill!" squealed Fro. "Yipeee!" Erestor blinked several times in rapid succession before lying down beside the road "To get some rest".