Rating: P.G (To continue the pattern)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's ideas, (except for the whole hobbits being short thing, but he won't admit it.)
Thank you for reviewing; this story is now on three sites, oh the pressure to get this chapter out. I would have written it sooner, but my fat brother wouldn't get off the computer (he needed to look up zit cures; just by looking at him you can tell it's hopeless though).
7. The Coping of Aragorn
Frodo suddenly awoke his paranoia stronger then before, "Gandalf!" he screamed grasping hold of Aragorn's sleeve, "Gandalf!!!!"
"What the!? Hey get off me, I don't swing that way, jeeze." Aragorn cursed shoving the former hobbit away. "That's it, no more ghost stories before bed."
"Don't touch us!" Frodo hissed skittering away.
"Okay then. look. Frodo, come on." Aragorn called out toward the rocks. "Stop it, I hate this game, it's no fun. Look why do I always have to look for you, just once can I hide?"
"Not playing, not hiding, we stalking.stalking, him" Frodo hissed coming up behind his companion.
"Who?"
"Him." Frodo replied.
"Right," Aragorn said faking understanding. "I think he's going to Mount Doom, lets follow him, shall we."
"Yes, yes we follow him, then we pushes him in!" Frodo cried out in exuberance leaping ahead, "Lets go!"
"Yes, let's. go."
"Gahh, no, he's here, I hear him, the theifs's here. He's... He's tracking us!" Frod yelped darting behind a rock.
"Okay, I'll play along with your game, but then we play mine: You shut up, and I lead." Aragorn agreed unsheathing Sam's blade. "Hey, whoever you are come out where I can see you."
"They're thieves! They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where isss it? They stole it from us. My preciousss. Curse them! We hates them! It's ours, it is... and we wantssss it!" A voice cried out from the rock ledge above.
"Not funny Frodo! Come down here at once, you'll hurt yourself!" Aragorn commanded.
"Come down, we not up high, we right where you left us." Frodo hissed appearing beside Aragorn, ring in hand.
"Didn't Gandalf tell you not to put that. watch out!" Aragorn cried as a dark, and scantily clad figure bounded on the hobbit.
"It's ours, give it to us!"
"No it's ours, we found it, it's ours!"
"Stop it!!!! Get off him!" Aragorn yelled as the scantily clad one began to grasp at the ring. "I said get off!" Aragorn grabbed what he now guessed was Gollum and pulled him of the hobbit. Frodo immediately grasped at the ring and fled behind the rocks.
"You are coming with us!" Aragorn commanded leveling Sam's sword with Gollum's throat.
"What?!! No don't take him with us, he steals it, he will steal it!" Frodo cried coming out from behind the rock.
"Would you rather me let him go so he can track us again? Personally I want to keep an eye on him." Aragorn replied as he fastened Gollum's hands together with his rope. "Ha, those elves did give me a useful gift, who would have thought."
"It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty elves twisted it. Take it off us!" Golum yelped as Aragorn tightend the bond.
"Oh for Eru's sake, couldn't something just go right for a change?" Aragorn wailed. "Every orc in Morder's going to hear this racket. We'll just have to leave him."
"Yes, yes, leave Gollum, we's good as dead out heres" Gollum grinned grabbing a sharp rock with his foot.
"He'll escape Aragorn, he will. We don't want him tracking us, don't want him stalking us." Frodo pleaded. "Take him with us, take him, but guard him."
"Very well, you are the ring bearer, but there is no oath he can make that I will trust." Aragorn agreed.
"We swears to serve the master of the preciousss. We swears on the... on the precious. Gollum. Gollum." The wretched creature coughed.
"Hmmm. The ring is treacherous, it will hold you to your word." Aragorn decided.
"Nooo, don't let him near it, he can't go near it!" Frodo wailed backing away.
"Frodo come here for a moment." Aragorn called bringing the hobbit in close, "Look I have a plan, and he won't touch it I promise." He whispered.
"Okay then." Frodo agreed.
"Right then, Gollum close your eyes (regarding that they do close), and put out your hand." Aragorn ordered removing a Sam's simple bronze ring from his own finger.
"Yes, yes, we closes our eyes, we putsss out our hands's" Gollum hissed as he obliged.
"Now touch the ring, and repeat after me, I swear not to do harm to Aragorn, or Frodo, I swear not to steal the one ring, I swear to help with the dishes, and to clean up the camp."
Gollum reached out and grasped at the bronze band, thinking it was his precious. He began to yank at it, but stopped when he felt Sam's blade against his throat "We promises, to do no harm to Aragorn or Frodo, we promises to not steal the one ring. We promises to help with dishes and to cleaneses up the campses." He hissed.
"Good, then. Keep your eyes shut tight" Aragorn said putting the band back on his finger. "Frodo, take the ring off the chain." he whispered.
"Why?" Frodo asked taking the ring off.
"So he will think he actually swore on it. When I let him open his eyes put the ring back on the chain." Aragorn responded quietly. "Gollum open your eyes." Gollum did, and Frodo put the ring back on the chain. "Now, do you know the way to Mordor?"
"We does, yes precious we does." Gollum hissed.
"Then lead us there." Aragorn commanded.
"But I thought you knew the way Aragorn?" Frodo asked.
"Well I don't, never thought I'd need to." With that Aragorn let Gollum lose. Gollum immediately began to run ahead.
"Follow us, quickly now." Gollum called. His two companions reluctantly followed.
The Uruk-hai plodded along loudly, Pippin awoke to find himself strapped to the back of one.
"Arghhhh, what's that smell?" he coughed looking around. "Bill, Bill do you smell that?"
"Quite you, and stop squirming, I have a sore back." A croaky voice sounded from the Uruk-hai carrying the hobbit.
Suddenly the procession stopped, one of the lead orcs sniffed the air with disgust. "What, what do you smell?" another asked eagerly.
"So you guys smell it to, because I swear someone here needs deodorant." Pippin piped in.
"Elf flesh!" The lead orc yelled. "Dirty elf flesh."
"Gimli?!!" Pippin said to himself. ~They are looking for us~ he thought.
"They've picked up our trail, lets go!" One ordered as the troop got going again.
~They will never find us, they need a sign~ Pippin thought nipping at the elven pin on his cloak wondering what to do. The pin fell lose, and was immediately trampled on by the tail end of the orcs. "What, hey I liked that!" Pippin wailed.
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Far behind them four travelers struggled on. "Gimli. what. do you. see?" Legolas asked as he attempted to catch up.
"Their pace has quickened, they've caught our scent!" The former dwarf called out from ahead. "Are you sure you don't want to ride Merry, it would be much quicker?"
"No. I'm okay. I like running. besides I'm not. so sure. Merry could. handle. your old. bulk." Legolas replied, gasping for breath.
Sam looked back at Legolas, pity and annoyance in his eyes. "Legolas get on the pony, your making us fall further and further behind!" he ordered.
"But. I don't. want to." Legolas refused sitting down.
"Gimli, could you help me for a second?" Sam asked grabbing Legolas by the arms. "Come here Merry."
"Grab the rope from Merry's baggage, if he won't ride, then we will have to strap him on." Together Sam and Gimli where able to fasten their fried to Merry, a task that did not prove to be too hard, as Legolas was too tired to put up much of a fight.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's ideas, (except for the whole hobbits being short thing, but he won't admit it.)
Thank you for reviewing; this story is now on three sites, oh the pressure to get this chapter out. I would have written it sooner, but my fat brother wouldn't get off the computer (he needed to look up zit cures; just by looking at him you can tell it's hopeless though).
7. The Coping of Aragorn
Frodo suddenly awoke his paranoia stronger then before, "Gandalf!" he screamed grasping hold of Aragorn's sleeve, "Gandalf!!!!"
"What the!? Hey get off me, I don't swing that way, jeeze." Aragorn cursed shoving the former hobbit away. "That's it, no more ghost stories before bed."
"Don't touch us!" Frodo hissed skittering away.
"Okay then. look. Frodo, come on." Aragorn called out toward the rocks. "Stop it, I hate this game, it's no fun. Look why do I always have to look for you, just once can I hide?"
"Not playing, not hiding, we stalking.stalking, him" Frodo hissed coming up behind his companion.
"Who?"
"Him." Frodo replied.
"Right," Aragorn said faking understanding. "I think he's going to Mount Doom, lets follow him, shall we."
"Yes, yes we follow him, then we pushes him in!" Frodo cried out in exuberance leaping ahead, "Lets go!"
"Yes, let's. go."
"Gahh, no, he's here, I hear him, the theifs's here. He's... He's tracking us!" Frod yelped darting behind a rock.
"Okay, I'll play along with your game, but then we play mine: You shut up, and I lead." Aragorn agreed unsheathing Sam's blade. "Hey, whoever you are come out where I can see you."
"They're thieves! They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where isss it? They stole it from us. My preciousss. Curse them! We hates them! It's ours, it is... and we wantssss it!" A voice cried out from the rock ledge above.
"Not funny Frodo! Come down here at once, you'll hurt yourself!" Aragorn commanded.
"Come down, we not up high, we right where you left us." Frodo hissed appearing beside Aragorn, ring in hand.
"Didn't Gandalf tell you not to put that. watch out!" Aragorn cried as a dark, and scantily clad figure bounded on the hobbit.
"It's ours, give it to us!"
"No it's ours, we found it, it's ours!"
"Stop it!!!! Get off him!" Aragorn yelled as the scantily clad one began to grasp at the ring. "I said get off!" Aragorn grabbed what he now guessed was Gollum and pulled him of the hobbit. Frodo immediately grasped at the ring and fled behind the rocks.
"You are coming with us!" Aragorn commanded leveling Sam's sword with Gollum's throat.
"What?!! No don't take him with us, he steals it, he will steal it!" Frodo cried coming out from behind the rock.
"Would you rather me let him go so he can track us again? Personally I want to keep an eye on him." Aragorn replied as he fastened Gollum's hands together with his rope. "Ha, those elves did give me a useful gift, who would have thought."
"It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty elves twisted it. Take it off us!" Golum yelped as Aragorn tightend the bond.
"Oh for Eru's sake, couldn't something just go right for a change?" Aragorn wailed. "Every orc in Morder's going to hear this racket. We'll just have to leave him."
"Yes, yes, leave Gollum, we's good as dead out heres" Gollum grinned grabbing a sharp rock with his foot.
"He'll escape Aragorn, he will. We don't want him tracking us, don't want him stalking us." Frodo pleaded. "Take him with us, take him, but guard him."
"Very well, you are the ring bearer, but there is no oath he can make that I will trust." Aragorn agreed.
"We swears to serve the master of the preciousss. We swears on the... on the precious. Gollum. Gollum." The wretched creature coughed.
"Hmmm. The ring is treacherous, it will hold you to your word." Aragorn decided.
"Nooo, don't let him near it, he can't go near it!" Frodo wailed backing away.
"Frodo come here for a moment." Aragorn called bringing the hobbit in close, "Look I have a plan, and he won't touch it I promise." He whispered.
"Okay then." Frodo agreed.
"Right then, Gollum close your eyes (regarding that they do close), and put out your hand." Aragorn ordered removing a Sam's simple bronze ring from his own finger.
"Yes, yes, we closes our eyes, we putsss out our hands's" Gollum hissed as he obliged.
"Now touch the ring, and repeat after me, I swear not to do harm to Aragorn, or Frodo, I swear not to steal the one ring, I swear to help with the dishes, and to clean up the camp."
Gollum reached out and grasped at the bronze band, thinking it was his precious. He began to yank at it, but stopped when he felt Sam's blade against his throat "We promises, to do no harm to Aragorn or Frodo, we promises to not steal the one ring. We promises to help with dishes and to cleaneses up the campses." He hissed.
"Good, then. Keep your eyes shut tight" Aragorn said putting the band back on his finger. "Frodo, take the ring off the chain." he whispered.
"Why?" Frodo asked taking the ring off.
"So he will think he actually swore on it. When I let him open his eyes put the ring back on the chain." Aragorn responded quietly. "Gollum open your eyes." Gollum did, and Frodo put the ring back on the chain. "Now, do you know the way to Mordor?"
"We does, yes precious we does." Gollum hissed.
"Then lead us there." Aragorn commanded.
"But I thought you knew the way Aragorn?" Frodo asked.
"Well I don't, never thought I'd need to." With that Aragorn let Gollum lose. Gollum immediately began to run ahead.
"Follow us, quickly now." Gollum called. His two companions reluctantly followed.
The Uruk-hai plodded along loudly, Pippin awoke to find himself strapped to the back of one.
"Arghhhh, what's that smell?" he coughed looking around. "Bill, Bill do you smell that?"
"Quite you, and stop squirming, I have a sore back." A croaky voice sounded from the Uruk-hai carrying the hobbit.
Suddenly the procession stopped, one of the lead orcs sniffed the air with disgust. "What, what do you smell?" another asked eagerly.
"So you guys smell it to, because I swear someone here needs deodorant." Pippin piped in.
"Elf flesh!" The lead orc yelled. "Dirty elf flesh."
"Gimli?!!" Pippin said to himself. ~They are looking for us~ he thought.
"They've picked up our trail, lets go!" One ordered as the troop got going again.
~They will never find us, they need a sign~ Pippin thought nipping at the elven pin on his cloak wondering what to do. The pin fell lose, and was immediately trampled on by the tail end of the orcs. "What, hey I liked that!" Pippin wailed.
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Far behind them four travelers struggled on. "Gimli. what. do you. see?" Legolas asked as he attempted to catch up.
"Their pace has quickened, they've caught our scent!" The former dwarf called out from ahead. "Are you sure you don't want to ride Merry, it would be much quicker?"
"No. I'm okay. I like running. besides I'm not. so sure. Merry could. handle. your old. bulk." Legolas replied, gasping for breath.
Sam looked back at Legolas, pity and annoyance in his eyes. "Legolas get on the pony, your making us fall further and further behind!" he ordered.
"But. I don't. want to." Legolas refused sitting down.
"Gimli, could you help me for a second?" Sam asked grabbing Legolas by the arms. "Come here Merry."
"Grab the rope from Merry's baggage, if he won't ride, then we will have to strap him on." Together Sam and Gimli where able to fasten their fried to Merry, a task that did not prove to be too hard, as Legolas was too tired to put up much of a fight.