Sam of the scarfs
By; Natta and Diva
After three weeks Bilbo was very, very tired. Gandalf on the other hand was not, since he slept during Bilbo's work, claiming that Sam was quiet.
'I can't see why you're complaining, it's for a good thing,' said Gandalf.
'What good thing? Frodo being spoiled and happy?'
'No of course not, for Sam's father to think he's alive and well!'
'But what good does all this do for Sam's father,' said Bilbo and pointed to the huge piles of delicious food that he had just made for Frodo.
'Oh, I don't know, but it's nice singing about,' said Gandalf. 'Maybe today we could go see the old Gaffer, like Sam I mean.'
'Oh yea, okay, maybe it'll end all this constant jobs. It's time for Elevensies now, maybe, just maybe Frodo could use his own hands to eat.' Frodo was now very fat, since he didn't move at all, but ate all the time.
They walked toward the Gamgee's home, or rather Bilbo walked and Gandalf sat in his little box and sang a few songs from the elves, but his own versions, such as:
Gil-Galad was king of rock-n'roll
Of him the bass sang with admiration
His star faded with great grief
In a motor-bike accident, he was high and drunk.
Bilbo tried to block out the songs, he had already been listening to them for three weeks. Suddenly, they saw the old Gaffer who looked confused.
'Hello Bilbo, why are you carrying around a large piece of paper that say's SAM with large letter's, and a neon-coulored box?'
'Oh daddy, it's really me, I might look slightly changed, but it's still me. Don't you recognize your own son when you see him?' tried Gandalf.
'Is this some kind of a joke? It's not funny! Who said that, by the way?'
'Oh, it's me, Sam! I'm in the box!'
'Oh, Sam is it really you? Why are you in the box?' The Gaffer moved towards the box, ready to welcome his son, but had a change of heart when he saw a large pointy wizard-hat on the box.
'Well, it didn't fit inside,' mumbled Gandalf. The Gaffer just sadly shook his head and continued to work in his garden. Suddenly they saw Aragorn behind them. he rushed forward to comfort the Gaffer, aware of what had happened.
'Don't worry my friend, Sam is simply...lost, but we know where he is!'
'Oh, that's great! I have an idea, you can go all nine of you who left before. Oh right, Sam's not here and that guy Boromir is dead.'
'Oh, don't worry, we lost Gandalf in Moria, so we were only eight for quite a time. But we're only seven now, that's a problem.'
'Oh, don't worry, you've got Bilbo! He'll love to go with you!'
'Yes, Bilbo of course.'
Bilbo just stared at them. Why him of course? The world had really turned against him.
'What the hell did you say that for?' mumbled Gandalf to Aragorn when they went to find the others. Aragorn just shrugged his shoulders.
'I like adventures! Come on, let's tell the others!'
By; Natta and Diva
After three weeks Bilbo was very, very tired. Gandalf on the other hand was not, since he slept during Bilbo's work, claiming that Sam was quiet.
'I can't see why you're complaining, it's for a good thing,' said Gandalf.
'What good thing? Frodo being spoiled and happy?'
'No of course not, for Sam's father to think he's alive and well!'
'But what good does all this do for Sam's father,' said Bilbo and pointed to the huge piles of delicious food that he had just made for Frodo.
'Oh, I don't know, but it's nice singing about,' said Gandalf. 'Maybe today we could go see the old Gaffer, like Sam I mean.'
'Oh yea, okay, maybe it'll end all this constant jobs. It's time for Elevensies now, maybe, just maybe Frodo could use his own hands to eat.' Frodo was now very fat, since he didn't move at all, but ate all the time.
They walked toward the Gamgee's home, or rather Bilbo walked and Gandalf sat in his little box and sang a few songs from the elves, but his own versions, such as:
Gil-Galad was king of rock-n'roll
Of him the bass sang with admiration
His star faded with great grief
In a motor-bike accident, he was high and drunk.
Bilbo tried to block out the songs, he had already been listening to them for three weeks. Suddenly, they saw the old Gaffer who looked confused.
'Hello Bilbo, why are you carrying around a large piece of paper that say's SAM with large letter's, and a neon-coulored box?'
'Oh daddy, it's really me, I might look slightly changed, but it's still me. Don't you recognize your own son when you see him?' tried Gandalf.
'Is this some kind of a joke? It's not funny! Who said that, by the way?'
'Oh, it's me, Sam! I'm in the box!'
'Oh, Sam is it really you? Why are you in the box?' The Gaffer moved towards the box, ready to welcome his son, but had a change of heart when he saw a large pointy wizard-hat on the box.
'Well, it didn't fit inside,' mumbled Gandalf. The Gaffer just sadly shook his head and continued to work in his garden. Suddenly they saw Aragorn behind them. he rushed forward to comfort the Gaffer, aware of what had happened.
'Don't worry my friend, Sam is simply...lost, but we know where he is!'
'Oh, that's great! I have an idea, you can go all nine of you who left before. Oh right, Sam's not here and that guy Boromir is dead.'
'Oh, don't worry, we lost Gandalf in Moria, so we were only eight for quite a time. But we're only seven now, that's a problem.'
'Oh, don't worry, you've got Bilbo! He'll love to go with you!'
'Yes, Bilbo of course.'
Bilbo just stared at them. Why him of course? The world had really turned against him.
'What the hell did you say that for?' mumbled Gandalf to Aragorn when they went to find the others. Aragorn just shrugged his shoulders.
'I like adventures! Come on, let's tell the others!'