The Lord of the Bling Bling Ring
The Ring is Bling Bling cause Frodo da pimp! Okay not really.
Haven't updated in a while. Never had much interest in the story but it's okay! I can't stop writing it.
Chapter 9
You make me want to kick a bucket
We continued on through the cave. Everything happened like it was supposed to. The fight with the orcs, running around madly, going up staircases, going down them, and Gandalf falling like an idiot (he could of ran away like us, dipshit).
There was a lot of yelling and screaming as we rushed out of Moria dodging arrows. When we got outside everyone was in tears or confused looking. I sat on a rock next to Tiffany who whispered, "He might have been an idiot, but he sure was nice sometimes." Smirking to her I said, "He'll come back, remember? He will."
Pippin and Merry were overcome with tears. Aragorn was yelling at everyone to get up. Finally we had to. We all began to walk again. We continued walking till it was dark. Then we had to stop again. Stefanie and I both knew where we would be heading next. While the others were getting cozy on the ground (except for Legolas who liked to stand around), Stefanie said to me, "We're going to see Galadriel." Frowning I said, "Oh shit." She laughed then she went to lie down.
I sat down on the ground watching everyone attempting to sleep. Aragorn was patting the ground trying to make it suitable for him. Boromir was already drooling all over the ground. Pippin and Merry were whispering about mushrooms to one another. Frodo had his bright beautiful blue eyes open. Looking at him harder I could see that there were tears still trying to leak through. He looked extremely pitiful. Finally I looked at Stefanie who had laid down a bit father away from everyone. Her eyes were open and on Aragorn. Go figure. Sam had just plopped down next to Merry and Pippin. It seemed he felt like talking about mushrooms too. Gimli was now snoring and drooling simultaneously. Looking around once more I looked to see what Legolas was doing. He stood there with eyes looking distant. The wind blew a bit and his hair moved and it was glittering. Glittering hair!
Slowly I crawled over to Frodo who seemed quite glad that someone was going to keep him company. He whispered, "I can't believe Gandalf is gone." I nodded then said, "I know but Frodo, maybe he really isn't gone. Good old Gandalf might have had a few tricks up his sleeves." The small hobbit heaved a sigh and smiled just a tiny bit. There I sat talking to him until he, like the others, fell asleep. Moving a bit I found my own spot and drifted off to sleep.
It was about an hour or two later I was prodded awake my Aragorn. "Is it time to get up?" I asked rubbing my eyes and spitting out some dirt that got into my mouth. The man shushed me and covered my mouth. His hands smelled oddly like musk and fried chicken. "No," he whispered, "I need to talk to you." So I got up and we headed away from the others till we were out of earshot.
"What's up?" I asked him while pulling my hair into a ponytail and rubbing my hands together. "I-.I need to ask you a very important question." He responded slowly. "Shoot," I said. He stood there blankly not sure of what I meant. "Er, Proceed," I added. So he asked, "I need to ask some questions about Calio. First, do you know if she likes me?" Rolling my eyes I laughed then said, "Isn't it obvious?" He smiled then continued, "What would you think she would do if I asked her to marry me?" It was within the moment that my mouth dropped. Marriage? She was way too young for marriage. And the more I thought about the concept the more ridiculous the idea got. "Aragorn, I really don't think it's time for something like that." I responded lightly. He buried his face in his hands and said, "I'm so stupid. I don't know why I ever thought a wonderful lady would want to marry me! I'm only going to be King!" He was a pathetic sight and I really wanted to laugh at him, but for his sake, I didn't. I patted him on the arm saying, "No you're a great person. Don't worry, I just don't think it's a time for something like that." Realizing how dirty he was, I wiped my hand on my clothes. And I added, "And, if I were you, I might find a stream or something and like take a bath. No offense." This made him sort of laugh but he sauntered off in misery.
It was still dark and I was in need of all the sleep I could get. Before I could even reached the camp again, I was stopped once more, but by Legolas this time. He said in his soft voice, "We're in need of a talk, now." Once more I was led away. He took me even farther than Aragorn had. Finally he stopped. "Okay," I said, "What is it?" He stared at me with a very intense look and said, "I need to know if you like Frodo." Like Frodo? What the hell kind of question is that? "Like Frodo?" I asked him. "Yes," he responded, "Because if you do, I can say I'm way better than that half-wit hobbit." I interrupted him before he could finish and said, "No! I don't like Frodo in any sort of romantic way but I really have to say that you're being a big jerk about it. He's not a half-wit. If anyone is the half-wit, it's you. You've always been a big ass." He gasped at my words and covered his mouth. Then he spoke, "You have too strong of feelings for the halfling!" I raised my voice higher than I intended, "I have feelings for the poor guy, but he's my friend. At least I can talk to him without get mad every other conversation!" The elf stamped his foot on the ground saying, "How can you even have a conversation with that miserable weakling?" Stamping my foot too, I responded, "Because he doesn't start arguments all the time! You just always think about yourself and you always act that everyone else is inferior to you. Well they're not and you should just get over it!" "How dare you," he said. "No! How dare you!" I said louder.
We both stood there a moment staring at eachother. I had no words for that fucking dweeb. Nothing to say to him at all. He made me so furious. His eyebrows were furrowed and he pointed his finger at me about to say something.
"What now?" I asked him coldly. He dropped his finger obviously forgetting what he was going to say. He then said in his calm soft voice, instead of his evil asswipe one, "I don't know why I keep doing this." Raising my eyebrows I asked, "Doing what?" Looking away he whispered, "Everything is so confusing. I'm not used to this. You know, I've been around for a long time. You know how old I am? It's not exactly showing but I'm quite a bit older." Grinning I said, "Your years have been kind to you and you've had loads of surgery." He looked off in the distance continuing as though he didn't hear me, "But, still, I do not understand what's going on!" Turning frantically he stared at me, "We expierenced a tragic loss today and I did not understand it! Death is hard to comprehend for me. I don't understand feelings and I don't understand relationships." Frowning I said, "Are you trying to work in Gandalf's "death" and whatever the hell you've thought has been going on between us.. into the same category?" He looked confused and said, "What do you mean, what I thought has been going on between us?" Then it hit me. Like a brick in the stomach. I was trying to turn everything around on him.. Like yeah, I never liked him or something. Then it would be easier. Then it hit me again.. Couldn't elves die of broken hearts? Yes they could but I'm not enough of a loss to cause a broken heart. Then it hit me AGAIN.. Maybe he thought I was a loss. That made me feel special.
"I'm sorry," I said, "Nevermind." He stepped toward me, "No, are you trying to say you never had any feelings about me?" he asked. Sure I had feelings for him.. Like I had a feeling that I would like him better naked. Thinking about this I laughed. "What are you laughing about?" he asked suspiciously. Through my laughs I managed to say, "Sorry, just imagining you naked!" It was very obvious I needed sleep. This was not the kind of thing anyone wants to blurt out.
His eyebrow raised as he asked, "What? Me.. naked?" I stopped laughing realizing what I had said. "Erm." ERM. Really smart Janeen! I had to think of something to say fast. All my extremely clever thoughts seemed to have disappeared. His cheeks seemed to have turned an odd shade of pink/purple. I didn't know if he was blushing or about to puke up Sam's sausage and mushroom dinner on me.
"Of course I wasn't imagining you naked! I was only kidding, you twit! Don't flatter yourself by ever thinking that I would think of you unclothed! Disgusting!" I said trying to sound as sincere as possible. His face looked like a mixture of sadness and confusion. Frankly, I didn't really want to know which. I was feeling stupid enough as it was. Really, he wouldn't look bad unclothed.. ARGH! Get these thoughts out of your mind you!
He sort of made an odd squeaking noise that I sounded suspiciously like, "Fuck you." It couldn't have been though. Then he finally said, "Fine then, that's it. I guess we're back where we started. Enemies." Nodding I agreed. That was it, no more of this mushy elf stuff for me! I didn't want any part of his childish behavior. No! I didn't want any part of it!
So I did what was easy and turned and headed back to camp. That was the plan. Just avoid the bastard. That would work perfectly fine.
Then a hand grabbed my shoulder pulling me back. I heard a whisper that said, "I'm not letting you get away that easy. As much as I like to pretend I don't want it, I do.."
What the hell was he talking about?
I guess review..
The Ring is Bling Bling cause Frodo da pimp! Okay not really.
Haven't updated in a while. Never had much interest in the story but it's okay! I can't stop writing it.
Chapter 9
You make me want to kick a bucket
We continued on through the cave. Everything happened like it was supposed to. The fight with the orcs, running around madly, going up staircases, going down them, and Gandalf falling like an idiot (he could of ran away like us, dipshit).
There was a lot of yelling and screaming as we rushed out of Moria dodging arrows. When we got outside everyone was in tears or confused looking. I sat on a rock next to Tiffany who whispered, "He might have been an idiot, but he sure was nice sometimes." Smirking to her I said, "He'll come back, remember? He will."
Pippin and Merry were overcome with tears. Aragorn was yelling at everyone to get up. Finally we had to. We all began to walk again. We continued walking till it was dark. Then we had to stop again. Stefanie and I both knew where we would be heading next. While the others were getting cozy on the ground (except for Legolas who liked to stand around), Stefanie said to me, "We're going to see Galadriel." Frowning I said, "Oh shit." She laughed then she went to lie down.
I sat down on the ground watching everyone attempting to sleep. Aragorn was patting the ground trying to make it suitable for him. Boromir was already drooling all over the ground. Pippin and Merry were whispering about mushrooms to one another. Frodo had his bright beautiful blue eyes open. Looking at him harder I could see that there were tears still trying to leak through. He looked extremely pitiful. Finally I looked at Stefanie who had laid down a bit father away from everyone. Her eyes were open and on Aragorn. Go figure. Sam had just plopped down next to Merry and Pippin. It seemed he felt like talking about mushrooms too. Gimli was now snoring and drooling simultaneously. Looking around once more I looked to see what Legolas was doing. He stood there with eyes looking distant. The wind blew a bit and his hair moved and it was glittering. Glittering hair!
Slowly I crawled over to Frodo who seemed quite glad that someone was going to keep him company. He whispered, "I can't believe Gandalf is gone." I nodded then said, "I know but Frodo, maybe he really isn't gone. Good old Gandalf might have had a few tricks up his sleeves." The small hobbit heaved a sigh and smiled just a tiny bit. There I sat talking to him until he, like the others, fell asleep. Moving a bit I found my own spot and drifted off to sleep.
It was about an hour or two later I was prodded awake my Aragorn. "Is it time to get up?" I asked rubbing my eyes and spitting out some dirt that got into my mouth. The man shushed me and covered my mouth. His hands smelled oddly like musk and fried chicken. "No," he whispered, "I need to talk to you." So I got up and we headed away from the others till we were out of earshot.
"What's up?" I asked him while pulling my hair into a ponytail and rubbing my hands together. "I-.I need to ask you a very important question." He responded slowly. "Shoot," I said. He stood there blankly not sure of what I meant. "Er, Proceed," I added. So he asked, "I need to ask some questions about Calio. First, do you know if she likes me?" Rolling my eyes I laughed then said, "Isn't it obvious?" He smiled then continued, "What would you think she would do if I asked her to marry me?" It was within the moment that my mouth dropped. Marriage? She was way too young for marriage. And the more I thought about the concept the more ridiculous the idea got. "Aragorn, I really don't think it's time for something like that." I responded lightly. He buried his face in his hands and said, "I'm so stupid. I don't know why I ever thought a wonderful lady would want to marry me! I'm only going to be King!" He was a pathetic sight and I really wanted to laugh at him, but for his sake, I didn't. I patted him on the arm saying, "No you're a great person. Don't worry, I just don't think it's a time for something like that." Realizing how dirty he was, I wiped my hand on my clothes. And I added, "And, if I were you, I might find a stream or something and like take a bath. No offense." This made him sort of laugh but he sauntered off in misery.
It was still dark and I was in need of all the sleep I could get. Before I could even reached the camp again, I was stopped once more, but by Legolas this time. He said in his soft voice, "We're in need of a talk, now." Once more I was led away. He took me even farther than Aragorn had. Finally he stopped. "Okay," I said, "What is it?" He stared at me with a very intense look and said, "I need to know if you like Frodo." Like Frodo? What the hell kind of question is that? "Like Frodo?" I asked him. "Yes," he responded, "Because if you do, I can say I'm way better than that half-wit hobbit." I interrupted him before he could finish and said, "No! I don't like Frodo in any sort of romantic way but I really have to say that you're being a big jerk about it. He's not a half-wit. If anyone is the half-wit, it's you. You've always been a big ass." He gasped at my words and covered his mouth. Then he spoke, "You have too strong of feelings for the halfling!" I raised my voice higher than I intended, "I have feelings for the poor guy, but he's my friend. At least I can talk to him without get mad every other conversation!" The elf stamped his foot on the ground saying, "How can you even have a conversation with that miserable weakling?" Stamping my foot too, I responded, "Because he doesn't start arguments all the time! You just always think about yourself and you always act that everyone else is inferior to you. Well they're not and you should just get over it!" "How dare you," he said. "No! How dare you!" I said louder.
We both stood there a moment staring at eachother. I had no words for that fucking dweeb. Nothing to say to him at all. He made me so furious. His eyebrows were furrowed and he pointed his finger at me about to say something.
"What now?" I asked him coldly. He dropped his finger obviously forgetting what he was going to say. He then said in his calm soft voice, instead of his evil asswipe one, "I don't know why I keep doing this." Raising my eyebrows I asked, "Doing what?" Looking away he whispered, "Everything is so confusing. I'm not used to this. You know, I've been around for a long time. You know how old I am? It's not exactly showing but I'm quite a bit older." Grinning I said, "Your years have been kind to you and you've had loads of surgery." He looked off in the distance continuing as though he didn't hear me, "But, still, I do not understand what's going on!" Turning frantically he stared at me, "We expierenced a tragic loss today and I did not understand it! Death is hard to comprehend for me. I don't understand feelings and I don't understand relationships." Frowning I said, "Are you trying to work in Gandalf's "death" and whatever the hell you've thought has been going on between us.. into the same category?" He looked confused and said, "What do you mean, what I thought has been going on between us?" Then it hit me. Like a brick in the stomach. I was trying to turn everything around on him.. Like yeah, I never liked him or something. Then it would be easier. Then it hit me again.. Couldn't elves die of broken hearts? Yes they could but I'm not enough of a loss to cause a broken heart. Then it hit me AGAIN.. Maybe he thought I was a loss. That made me feel special.
"I'm sorry," I said, "Nevermind." He stepped toward me, "No, are you trying to say you never had any feelings about me?" he asked. Sure I had feelings for him.. Like I had a feeling that I would like him better naked. Thinking about this I laughed. "What are you laughing about?" he asked suspiciously. Through my laughs I managed to say, "Sorry, just imagining you naked!" It was very obvious I needed sleep. This was not the kind of thing anyone wants to blurt out.
His eyebrow raised as he asked, "What? Me.. naked?" I stopped laughing realizing what I had said. "Erm." ERM. Really smart Janeen! I had to think of something to say fast. All my extremely clever thoughts seemed to have disappeared. His cheeks seemed to have turned an odd shade of pink/purple. I didn't know if he was blushing or about to puke up Sam's sausage and mushroom dinner on me.
"Of course I wasn't imagining you naked! I was only kidding, you twit! Don't flatter yourself by ever thinking that I would think of you unclothed! Disgusting!" I said trying to sound as sincere as possible. His face looked like a mixture of sadness and confusion. Frankly, I didn't really want to know which. I was feeling stupid enough as it was. Really, he wouldn't look bad unclothed.. ARGH! Get these thoughts out of your mind you!
He sort of made an odd squeaking noise that I sounded suspiciously like, "Fuck you." It couldn't have been though. Then he finally said, "Fine then, that's it. I guess we're back where we started. Enemies." Nodding I agreed. That was it, no more of this mushy elf stuff for me! I didn't want any part of his childish behavior. No! I didn't want any part of it!
So I did what was easy and turned and headed back to camp. That was the plan. Just avoid the bastard. That would work perfectly fine.
Then a hand grabbed my shoulder pulling me back. I heard a whisper that said, "I'm not letting you get away that easy. As much as I like to pretend I don't want it, I do.."
What the hell was he talking about?
I guess review..
