Rating: PG 13 (violence, Boromir--------)
Disclaimer: I ain't own no Tolkien
You love me! Oh you actually like it, I'm high on life, on adoration.. Not on weed like the kids at school all think (Just because I have long hair, love trees, and LOTR doesn't mean I am a hippy right?)
6. The Insanity of Frodo and the Fate of Boromir
Gimli grabbed the dye and pipe from Pippin's pack before retreating behind a fallen statue with his water skin full of hot water, cackling evilly.
"What's he up to?" Sam asked as he rooted around for some herbs.
"Oh, you know Gimli it could be nothing, it could be the death of us all, we'll see." Aragorn responded unpacking the boats. "Hey where's Frodo?" The tree he had been perched in was now empty.
"Oh no not again, can't any one keep an eye on that imp?" Legolas sighed pointing out Boromir's lonely pack.
"Which imp, their both imps?" Gimli asked stepping out from behind the statue, his hair now bright pink, with some obviously darker spots.
"My hair, my beautiful hair," Legolas screeched. "I won best blond three years in a row with that hair. I hate you, how could you, I hate you."
"Oh, I hate you, I hate you," Gimli mocked, "Oh, help me the crazed freak will kill me!" He leapt up into a tree and climbed even higher then stuck his tongue indignantly. "Try to get me now, beard boy." He laughed.
"Hey, stop it you two. I said stop it!" Aragorn yelled. "If we don't find those two, we might never go back to how we where."
"What, you have a plan?" Legolas laughed as he attempted to climb the tree.
"No, not yet, but maybe, no umm. Just stop it." Aragorn ordered hauling Legolas back down.
"Myyyy Preciouse, yous cannot have its." A maroon blur yelled as it tore through the camp.
"Give it to me, I just want to borrow it!" Another, smaller blur yelled casting itself on the other blur. The two immediately began to tussle, until Boromir rose up triumphantly with the ring. "At last its mine." He yelled flinging himself in one of the boats. "Hahaha suckers," he cried setting loss the ropes and setting off down stream.
"Boromir, come back this instant!" Aragorn ordered jumping into the boat with him. Suddenly orc cries where heard coming closer. "Paddle fast friend, were nearly to the other shore," Aragorn whispered, Boromir gave him a shocked stare. "What, you can't expect me to fight in this body, I'll be slaughtered." Boromir stared down at his own, short form, nodded and began to paddle faster.
"Ahhhhh," Pippin screamed as he leapt up into the tree, Bill followed close behind him.
The orcs spilled in from every side, Legolas and Gimli kept them at bay, while Frodo picked himself off the ground and drew Boromirs blade, "You cannot have it, get back!" he cried hurling himself into the fray.
Merry neighed with excitement as he kicked out at the intruders, catching them with his hooves and sending them flying across the forest. Sam drew Aragorn's sword and ran after Frodo, in a vain attempt to protect him.
The battle did not last long, as most of the orcs where to busy laughing at an elf with pink hair, to fight. But at the last second, when, a sure victory seemed close at hand, Frodo took a hit, twenty arrows pierced the ring bearer. With a cry of anguish Sam set to the Uruk-hai archer, before falling to the side of his friend. "Frodo, oh Mr. Frodo," he wept.
"What, how did I get here, where am I?" The insane glow left the fallen ones eye. "Where's Aragorn, he was just beside me, in the boat. I don't.?" he then fell limp.
"Oh, oh yeah, hahaha." Sam laughed in relief. "Hey guys its okay. They switched back, Frodo's okay, it's only Boromir."
"Oh, good I was really worried for a second there," Gimli sighed chasing off the last of the orcs.
"How is he?" Legolas asked.
"What does it matter, besides."Sam paused, giving Boromir a push with his foot. "I think he's dead."
"Oh, okay, well let's put him in one of the boats and keep moving. If Frodo's now with Aragorn, then the ring is where it should be." Gimli decided as he picked up Boromir's body and dumped it into on of the boats. "Hey who's Priscal?"
"Who's what?" Legolas asked giving the former dwarf a hand.
"It says here on the boat. Pippin and Priscal= love 4ever"
"Hey Pip, who's the hobbit chick?" Legolas yelled up the tree. "Pip, hey Pippin. Bill, oh no."
"What?" Gimli quaked.
"Their gone, the orcs must have captured them." Legolas wailed. "Why, why always on my shift, why always when I'm in charge?"
"You're not in charge." Gimli growled. "i don't remember putting any one in charge.
"Look, Aragorn is gone, Gandalf's gone, Boromirs dead. It's only logical that the most responsible, intelligent and oldest person left takes charge."
"What, now you're a Vulcan?" Gimli retorted.
"What's a Vulcan?" Sam asked as he pushed the boat bearing Boromir into the river.
Never you mind. Besides what makes you smarter, or more responsible? I don't remember taking any I.Q test?" Gimli asked circling the former elf.
"What's an I.Q test?" questioned Sam.
"Something you would fail!" Legolas relied harshly.
"Oh, okay. Shouldn't we get going, the orcs could be miles away, and we haven't even gotten packed." Sam began to gather up his things.
"Look, I'll be in charge okay. I'm thousands of years old; experience makes me better for the job. Now go find Merry and pack him up. Sam's right we need to get going." Legolas ordered sheathing his knives.
"What about Frodo?" Gimli asked grabbing Pippin's pack.
"With insanity like that I'm more worried about Aragorn." Legolas sighed. The Four set out, trailing the orcs.
Meanwhile, across the river, Aragorn was attempting to subdue Frodo, who was leaping up in the air crying, "It's ours again, we have it again," at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up, there are orcs about, they'll hear you," Aragorn urged, but Frodo kept on yelling. "They'll take it, they will." This worked; Frodo shut up, and said nothing for three whole hours. Aragorn lead him up the valley, and toward Morder, praying the silence would continue.
Disclaimer: I ain't own no Tolkien
You love me! Oh you actually like it, I'm high on life, on adoration.. Not on weed like the kids at school all think (Just because I have long hair, love trees, and LOTR doesn't mean I am a hippy right?)
6. The Insanity of Frodo and the Fate of Boromir
Gimli grabbed the dye and pipe from Pippin's pack before retreating behind a fallen statue with his water skin full of hot water, cackling evilly.
"What's he up to?" Sam asked as he rooted around for some herbs.
"Oh, you know Gimli it could be nothing, it could be the death of us all, we'll see." Aragorn responded unpacking the boats. "Hey where's Frodo?" The tree he had been perched in was now empty.
"Oh no not again, can't any one keep an eye on that imp?" Legolas sighed pointing out Boromir's lonely pack.
"Which imp, their both imps?" Gimli asked stepping out from behind the statue, his hair now bright pink, with some obviously darker spots.
"My hair, my beautiful hair," Legolas screeched. "I won best blond three years in a row with that hair. I hate you, how could you, I hate you."
"Oh, I hate you, I hate you," Gimli mocked, "Oh, help me the crazed freak will kill me!" He leapt up into a tree and climbed even higher then stuck his tongue indignantly. "Try to get me now, beard boy." He laughed.
"Hey, stop it you two. I said stop it!" Aragorn yelled. "If we don't find those two, we might never go back to how we where."
"What, you have a plan?" Legolas laughed as he attempted to climb the tree.
"No, not yet, but maybe, no umm. Just stop it." Aragorn ordered hauling Legolas back down.
"Myyyy Preciouse, yous cannot have its." A maroon blur yelled as it tore through the camp.
"Give it to me, I just want to borrow it!" Another, smaller blur yelled casting itself on the other blur. The two immediately began to tussle, until Boromir rose up triumphantly with the ring. "At last its mine." He yelled flinging himself in one of the boats. "Hahaha suckers," he cried setting loss the ropes and setting off down stream.
"Boromir, come back this instant!" Aragorn ordered jumping into the boat with him. Suddenly orc cries where heard coming closer. "Paddle fast friend, were nearly to the other shore," Aragorn whispered, Boromir gave him a shocked stare. "What, you can't expect me to fight in this body, I'll be slaughtered." Boromir stared down at his own, short form, nodded and began to paddle faster.
"Ahhhhh," Pippin screamed as he leapt up into the tree, Bill followed close behind him.
The orcs spilled in from every side, Legolas and Gimli kept them at bay, while Frodo picked himself off the ground and drew Boromirs blade, "You cannot have it, get back!" he cried hurling himself into the fray.
Merry neighed with excitement as he kicked out at the intruders, catching them with his hooves and sending them flying across the forest. Sam drew Aragorn's sword and ran after Frodo, in a vain attempt to protect him.
The battle did not last long, as most of the orcs where to busy laughing at an elf with pink hair, to fight. But at the last second, when, a sure victory seemed close at hand, Frodo took a hit, twenty arrows pierced the ring bearer. With a cry of anguish Sam set to the Uruk-hai archer, before falling to the side of his friend. "Frodo, oh Mr. Frodo," he wept.
"What, how did I get here, where am I?" The insane glow left the fallen ones eye. "Where's Aragorn, he was just beside me, in the boat. I don't.?" he then fell limp.
"Oh, oh yeah, hahaha." Sam laughed in relief. "Hey guys its okay. They switched back, Frodo's okay, it's only Boromir."
"Oh, good I was really worried for a second there," Gimli sighed chasing off the last of the orcs.
"How is he?" Legolas asked.
"What does it matter, besides."Sam paused, giving Boromir a push with his foot. "I think he's dead."
"Oh, okay, well let's put him in one of the boats and keep moving. If Frodo's now with Aragorn, then the ring is where it should be." Gimli decided as he picked up Boromir's body and dumped it into on of the boats. "Hey who's Priscal?"
"Who's what?" Legolas asked giving the former dwarf a hand.
"It says here on the boat. Pippin and Priscal= love 4ever"
"Hey Pip, who's the hobbit chick?" Legolas yelled up the tree. "Pip, hey Pippin. Bill, oh no."
"What?" Gimli quaked.
"Their gone, the orcs must have captured them." Legolas wailed. "Why, why always on my shift, why always when I'm in charge?"
"You're not in charge." Gimli growled. "i don't remember putting any one in charge.
"Look, Aragorn is gone, Gandalf's gone, Boromirs dead. It's only logical that the most responsible, intelligent and oldest person left takes charge."
"What, now you're a Vulcan?" Gimli retorted.
"What's a Vulcan?" Sam asked as he pushed the boat bearing Boromir into the river.
Never you mind. Besides what makes you smarter, or more responsible? I don't remember taking any I.Q test?" Gimli asked circling the former elf.
"What's an I.Q test?" questioned Sam.
"Something you would fail!" Legolas relied harshly.
"Oh, okay. Shouldn't we get going, the orcs could be miles away, and we haven't even gotten packed." Sam began to gather up his things.
"Look, I'll be in charge okay. I'm thousands of years old; experience makes me better for the job. Now go find Merry and pack him up. Sam's right we need to get going." Legolas ordered sheathing his knives.
"What about Frodo?" Gimli asked grabbing Pippin's pack.
"With insanity like that I'm more worried about Aragorn." Legolas sighed. The Four set out, trailing the orcs.
Meanwhile, across the river, Aragorn was attempting to subdue Frodo, who was leaping up in the air crying, "It's ours again, we have it again," at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up, there are orcs about, they'll hear you," Aragorn urged, but Frodo kept on yelling. "They'll take it, they will." This worked; Frodo shut up, and said nothing for three whole hours. Aragorn lead him up the valley, and toward Morder, praying the silence would continue.