The Hobbits in London- Chapter 2 - Back in Middle Earth.
Authors note. Hiya, sorry it took so long to write the second chapter. School and exams and making sure it don't send me to the funny farm. Depending on the response and suggestions I get, I may write more chapters so click the little review button to tell me what you think.
The last chapter had the hobbits being sent to modern day London by Gandalf to escape an army of Orcs. There, they meet a nice Jamaican Mon called John.
This story (and in the other one) is more of an alternative universe, the fellowship has not split up and they have taken a different route to Mount Doom and it's very OOC. This chapter will be longer than the first one, this is because I had to scrimp on detail because this was my English a level coursework and I had a word count ( well enjoy and leave a review. Juxtaposed.
***
"Who the hell are you?" slurred Gandalf in his indigence at this stow away managing to join them.
"Me name is John," giggled the heavy man. He had never seen a beard like that before. He could never grow one like that. he could if he wanted to but Gabrielle would never allow it, stubble rash on her unblemished skin was not an option. Gandalf stared in anger at him.
Frodo and the other Hobbits on the other hand were having different conversations.
"Where is the ring?" he shrieked in panic.
"Where are we?" sobbed Merry.
"Why is he still here?" cried Pippin.
Nobody noticed in the commotion of screaming halflings and the headed rowing between the wizard and Jamaican man when Aragorn and Legolas with Gimli, approached and jumped off their horses and watched the scene in horror. Aragorn took a deep breath and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Shurrup!!!"
The mountains echoed the command in woken up surprise and the quarrellers promptly did so. John kept his gaze on Aragorn warily. Loud people were not to be trusted.
The authoritative voice then croaked guiltily.
"Speak one at a time- you. Stranger, go first,"
It took a while for John to realise that the man who shouted very loud meant him.
"I'm John." he quipped. Aragorn exhaled impatiently. Gandalf stepped in and explained how this man had managed to backhandedly come with them back to Middle Earth.
***
"Thing is," Gandalf ended impressively. "We can't take him back because we may take him somewhere else where he doesn't belong, and he can't go alone in case he gets into trouble, then trapped. We're stuck with him,"
"Where is my ring?" screeched Frodo.
"What are you on about?" said Aragorn, turning to the little Hobbit impatiently.
"The ring, it's gone!"
"How?" Aragorn barked.
"These big folk came to us when we left John's house and went to fight. They saw the chain around my neck and pulled,"
"We're screwed. Frodo you have put this part of the earth in grave danger, what if Sauron decides to follow to that place. Those innocent people are as good as dead!"
"I know I know." Cried Frodo, whose shoulders were heaving in despair.
John watched them with some interest. He stumbled over to the hobbit.
"Hey, you. That ring you think is missing," he ventured.
"What about it?" sobbed Frodo despairingly, hinting that John was suspicious and didn't want his presence in this time of crisis.
"D'ya mean this one?" John carried on uncertainly, taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it out openly on his hand. The ring sat there happily, unaware of the trouble it had caused, smug that Frodo had been distressed, the ring liked John, he was cool.
Frodo snatched it out of his hand and hooked it onto the chain again. It rested against Frodo's heart and he pressed it to him.
"How the hell did you have that?" he accused.
"When those brats started on ya, right? I went and battered 'im right? 'Cos ya don't do that when someone is new round 'ere. I took the ring and I meant to give it back and I have,"
"Thank you John," Frodo breathed reverently. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" he suddenly shouted. "I have put my neck on the line for this ring and it is MY job to protect it. You should have given it back straightaway to me!"
John looked guiltily at Frodo. How would he know how precious this bit of bling was? This place was not fun. He tried to lighten the mood.
"Is it 'cos I is black?" he said putting on the Staines massive accent, then grinning like a maniac at the group expecting them to laugh. Legolas tittered. John's face fell. 'Idiots' he thought bitterly.
"Come," said Gandalf wearily. "Lets get on and move. This ring isn't going to destroy itself." The others picked up their packs and followed him. John tried to pursue but his narcotics were slowing him down and he stumbled for the few 3 miles in which Legolas would help him walk by linking arms or the elf putting his arm around the man's waist, even when he could walk unaided.
But John kept quiet. He was obviously more stoned than he thought he was. Legolas seemed like a nice girl though.
***
The group had been walking for a few hours non-stop when Gandalf suddenly stopped. He raised his hands to command silence and listened intently for about five minutes.
"My hearing isn't as good as it once was, but I can hear orcs in the distance. They are looking for us. We must hide."
The others looked shocked and scared, as they were only a little group against these beasts. John looked confused. Orcs? Were they some kind of gang? What were these strangely dressed people on about? He wanted to go home. This game wasn't fun any more, it never was.
"We must hide," declared Aragorn. "I know of several crevices and caves in that we could hide until they pass. Follow me,"
So they all did and put their trust in him to take them to safety while the Orcs marched below them a few short kilometres away. The Hobbits were scared to breathe. John breathed in and tried to ask Gimli what was going on. The dwarf jumped up to put his hand over John's mouth to silence him and gave him a harsh look. John shut up and didn't speak until the next morning.
It was a long journey to Aragorn's safe hiding caves. Turns out he didn't know the way as well as he thought and while they had returned to the same spot for the third time, it started to rain. The fellowship and John the Mon cursed him as he tried to remember which direction to go into. But finally after they were soaked through to the skin and shivering, they saw the rocks in the distance and headed towards them like people in the desert run towards water.
In the dry, they sighed with relief and changed into something dry. The Hobbits took out John's designer sweatshirts and put them on top of some simple cotton outfits that looked to John strangely like pyjamas.
"Hey little Mon," John directed at Sam who looked interested in what John had to say. "You got my sweatshirts,"
"Gabrielle gave them to us," Sam replied, kind of worried what John may say.
"Could I have one of them please? I'm freezing mon!"
Pippin, who had changed into a thick winter cloak, dug into his pack and took out a white sweatshirt and chucked it over to John who put it on and tucked his legs into it as well. Like you do in P.E when you're a kid and the gym is cold and you have to sit down while your teacher rants on. John rocked on his bum and sang softly to himself. Legolas watched impressed at his mellow tenor vocals. Merry looked at Legolas and smiled, the elf had fallen in love again.
***
It was long into the night. They had all stayed awake in fear of the Orcs coming near them. Even with Gandalf's powers, they were not safe. But fatigue had set in and the camp was dozy. They had eaten a rather large meal for them to celebrate being reunited and eaten a lot of Gabrielle's offerings of sweet, sugary snacks and cans of fizzy drink. Nobody could move far and were sitting bloated, but content. One by one each member fell into a deep and satisfied slumber apart from Gandalf and Legolas.
Gandalf was looking out of the cave. He was puffing on a pipe. Thin, wispy smoke was creeping out of the pipe and wrapping seductively around his face. But he wasn't having any of that and carelessly blew it away. He looked morosely out onto the mountains ahead and contemplated the rest of the journey to Mordor.
Legolas was contemplating the view too- of John's sleeping body. He watched the Jamaican sleep for a while and smiled as John snorted. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but jumped when he felt Gandalf's hand rest onto his shoulder.
"You should think about getting some sleep Legolas, it will be light soon. We must make haste tomorrow and we will be handicapped if you are tired. We already are enough with this one," said Gandalf gesturing at John.
Legolas nodded in the affirmative and lay down. Gandalf told him not to be so fast. The elf sat up.
"Do you know what you are getting yourself into," asked the wizard.
"What do you mean Gandalf?"
"I've seen the way you have been looking at that man. I see the way you have been paying him special attention. My dear elf, this creature is a dope."
"He is new to this world and needs a helping hand. He needs someone who will give a bit of kindness and not exclude him or shout at him. If we are going to be stuck with him, we need to make the best of it," reasoned Legolas with a pink tinge to his cheeks.
"Elf you know that is not the reason why he has been with you all of today. You have crush on him and you must stop it! It is not becoming of an elf and I am sure he is not that way inclined."
"I am merely looking after a newcomer and I would appreciate it if you would not speculate on my sexuality."
"You touch him at every given opportunity and until I started talking to you, you have been watching him while he rests like a love struck teen."
"So what if I have?"
"It is no skin off my nose, but skin off yours. Your reputation will be in tatters, the fellowship may shun you and if word gets back to Rivendell, you will find it impossible to find a nice girl to settle down with and procreate,"
Legolas kept quiet. There was no point in arguing with Gandalf. He was bigger than he was.
"And by the way Legolas. I think you should tell our guest that you are not a girl,"
"He thinks I am? How do you know Gandalf?"
"He keeps on trying to look at your chest,"
"Oh,"
"Just sort it out. Get things straight. Squash whatever silly feelings you have,"
"Yes Gandalf,"
Legolas went to sleep feeling scandalised. The old wizard was trying to do his best by him, but he didn't understand. 'Well stuff him', the elf thought indignantly.
It was black in the cave. No light. Gandalf had laid his weary body on the floor for a doze. He didn't normally sleep like the rest. But he needed some time out. This journey was getting more surreal and it made his brain hurt.
There was no one else awake. John woke up and sat up on his make shift bed of his thick coat. Luckily it had been winter in London so he never went out without his water resistant puffa jacket. It had made a nice cosy base. He was wearing his now dried trousers and shirt with the sweatshirt pippin had returned on top of him as a blanket. Pippin had said he could keep it. He was thankful for that.
***
He was hungry now, really hungry. It hurt his stomach. John knew it was an attack of the munchies. He couldn't take these people's food. It would be all they had until they find someone who they meet who lived around this area and could ply them with more supplies. There had been no houses around for miles. He could see that. This barren land would hold no human to live there and settle down. But he was so hungry. His stomach complained loudly and Aragorn stirred at the sound. There was no alternative. He would have to find some food at least to last him until breakfast.
He got up and wrapped his sweatshirt blanket around his broad shoulders. He crept around everyone, looking for their packs that may contain food. The man, Aragon was sleeping on his, as was Gimli and Legolas. He turned desperately to the Hobbits. Merry was hugging his like a teddy bear, as was Pippin. He couldn't bear to take it off them and potentially wake them up. Sam had his as a pillow and was snoring quietly. Frodo on the other hand, had his pack behind him, a foot away from where he was sleeping. John stealthily picked up the huge bag, and nearly groaned at its weight. He jumped at every sound he made and panicked as the knocking on his stomach got worse and demanded food. He promised he would never smoke dope ever again. This definitely was not his idea of a good time. How was stealing food a high?
Finally he got through to Frodo's supply and gratefully ate, cramming every morsel into his desperate mouth. But one elven cake is not enough. John went for another and another until Frodo's supply was nearly exhausted. John tried to remove as much evidence as possible and then went back to sleep.
***
"You thief!" screamed Frodo in the morning as he lunged for John and started to hit him with small (but hard) punches.
John sleepily awoke. He felt his face and body being angrily pummelled. He saw the little Hobbit with his face twisting with wrath worse than a woman scorned. Hell had not contemplated this sort of fury that the little Hobbit hath.
The rest of the fellowship tried to pull the punching Frodo off the cuckoo in the nest and finally did. Pinning him down was another matter though and it took all of them to hold him down while John looked on with remorse. The other members would most certainly be bruised. Gandalf calmly went to Frodo's pack and took out any knives and sharp objects that he could hurt John with on the sly. He then went to relieve the kicking and screaming Hobbit of Sting- this made him wail louder.
"What in heck's name made you think you could help yourself to food?" demanded Gandalf.
"How do you know it was me?" answered John.
"Because you are the only person in this group not to know about the rules that we only eat at mealtimes. Why did you do it? Couldn't you wait for breakfast?"
"I couldn't! I was so hungry. I really get the munchies after doing weed. I was high all yesterday when I came from London, but I'm not high any more and I'm really really sorry," John shouted.
"Well you are not having breakfast or lunch or dinner. That was a whole day's food for one person- generous portions," sentenced Aragorn.
"In the mean time we are going to have to survive on fresh air. You ate most of our rations!" yelled Frodo.
You know how hobbits like their food. They eat a lot and have many breaks during the day for a meal. John in the whole scale of their rations had not eaten much. But he had broached a lot onto Frodo's personal food store. This had incensed him. Frodo then declared he was never going to forgive John and called him a cuckoo in the nest. I had done this earlier but I had not said it to his face.
Frodo sullenly agreed to leave John alone if they let go of him. The original fellowship ate a smaller than usual breakfast and sat with their backs to John, who slunk to the back of the cave and relieved himself. He didn't know how this horrible group of weirdos went to the toilet, because they never seemed to stop for breaks to go. Maybe they weren't human? John definitely thought so. Legolas did pass John a few bits of his breakfast. He didn't really relish the idea of taking titbits off this woman. She looked like she needed feeding. But he took the food anyway because he knew they would be travelling a lot to day and for many days to come and he would need all the fuel he could get.
This is the first part of a very long chapter. Next part soon. Read and review please. Love and stuff.
Authors note. Hiya, sorry it took so long to write the second chapter. School and exams and making sure it don't send me to the funny farm. Depending on the response and suggestions I get, I may write more chapters so click the little review button to tell me what you think.
The last chapter had the hobbits being sent to modern day London by Gandalf to escape an army of Orcs. There, they meet a nice Jamaican Mon called John.
This story (and in the other one) is more of an alternative universe, the fellowship has not split up and they have taken a different route to Mount Doom and it's very OOC. This chapter will be longer than the first one, this is because I had to scrimp on detail because this was my English a level coursework and I had a word count ( well enjoy and leave a review. Juxtaposed.
***
"Who the hell are you?" slurred Gandalf in his indigence at this stow away managing to join them.
"Me name is John," giggled the heavy man. He had never seen a beard like that before. He could never grow one like that. he could if he wanted to but Gabrielle would never allow it, stubble rash on her unblemished skin was not an option. Gandalf stared in anger at him.
Frodo and the other Hobbits on the other hand were having different conversations.
"Where is the ring?" he shrieked in panic.
"Where are we?" sobbed Merry.
"Why is he still here?" cried Pippin.
Nobody noticed in the commotion of screaming halflings and the headed rowing between the wizard and Jamaican man when Aragorn and Legolas with Gimli, approached and jumped off their horses and watched the scene in horror. Aragorn took a deep breath and bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Shurrup!!!"
The mountains echoed the command in woken up surprise and the quarrellers promptly did so. John kept his gaze on Aragorn warily. Loud people were not to be trusted.
The authoritative voice then croaked guiltily.
"Speak one at a time- you. Stranger, go first,"
It took a while for John to realise that the man who shouted very loud meant him.
"I'm John." he quipped. Aragorn exhaled impatiently. Gandalf stepped in and explained how this man had managed to backhandedly come with them back to Middle Earth.
***
"Thing is," Gandalf ended impressively. "We can't take him back because we may take him somewhere else where he doesn't belong, and he can't go alone in case he gets into trouble, then trapped. We're stuck with him,"
"Where is my ring?" screeched Frodo.
"What are you on about?" said Aragorn, turning to the little Hobbit impatiently.
"The ring, it's gone!"
"How?" Aragorn barked.
"These big folk came to us when we left John's house and went to fight. They saw the chain around my neck and pulled,"
"We're screwed. Frodo you have put this part of the earth in grave danger, what if Sauron decides to follow to that place. Those innocent people are as good as dead!"
"I know I know." Cried Frodo, whose shoulders were heaving in despair.
John watched them with some interest. He stumbled over to the hobbit.
"Hey, you. That ring you think is missing," he ventured.
"What about it?" sobbed Frodo despairingly, hinting that John was suspicious and didn't want his presence in this time of crisis.
"D'ya mean this one?" John carried on uncertainly, taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it out openly on his hand. The ring sat there happily, unaware of the trouble it had caused, smug that Frodo had been distressed, the ring liked John, he was cool.
Frodo snatched it out of his hand and hooked it onto the chain again. It rested against Frodo's heart and he pressed it to him.
"How the hell did you have that?" he accused.
"When those brats started on ya, right? I went and battered 'im right? 'Cos ya don't do that when someone is new round 'ere. I took the ring and I meant to give it back and I have,"
"Thank you John," Frodo breathed reverently. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" he suddenly shouted. "I have put my neck on the line for this ring and it is MY job to protect it. You should have given it back straightaway to me!"
John looked guiltily at Frodo. How would he know how precious this bit of bling was? This place was not fun. He tried to lighten the mood.
"Is it 'cos I is black?" he said putting on the Staines massive accent, then grinning like a maniac at the group expecting them to laugh. Legolas tittered. John's face fell. 'Idiots' he thought bitterly.
"Come," said Gandalf wearily. "Lets get on and move. This ring isn't going to destroy itself." The others picked up their packs and followed him. John tried to pursue but his narcotics were slowing him down and he stumbled for the few 3 miles in which Legolas would help him walk by linking arms or the elf putting his arm around the man's waist, even when he could walk unaided.
But John kept quiet. He was obviously more stoned than he thought he was. Legolas seemed like a nice girl though.
***
The group had been walking for a few hours non-stop when Gandalf suddenly stopped. He raised his hands to command silence and listened intently for about five minutes.
"My hearing isn't as good as it once was, but I can hear orcs in the distance. They are looking for us. We must hide."
The others looked shocked and scared, as they were only a little group against these beasts. John looked confused. Orcs? Were they some kind of gang? What were these strangely dressed people on about? He wanted to go home. This game wasn't fun any more, it never was.
"We must hide," declared Aragorn. "I know of several crevices and caves in that we could hide until they pass. Follow me,"
So they all did and put their trust in him to take them to safety while the Orcs marched below them a few short kilometres away. The Hobbits were scared to breathe. John breathed in and tried to ask Gimli what was going on. The dwarf jumped up to put his hand over John's mouth to silence him and gave him a harsh look. John shut up and didn't speak until the next morning.
It was a long journey to Aragorn's safe hiding caves. Turns out he didn't know the way as well as he thought and while they had returned to the same spot for the third time, it started to rain. The fellowship and John the Mon cursed him as he tried to remember which direction to go into. But finally after they were soaked through to the skin and shivering, they saw the rocks in the distance and headed towards them like people in the desert run towards water.
In the dry, they sighed with relief and changed into something dry. The Hobbits took out John's designer sweatshirts and put them on top of some simple cotton outfits that looked to John strangely like pyjamas.
"Hey little Mon," John directed at Sam who looked interested in what John had to say. "You got my sweatshirts,"
"Gabrielle gave them to us," Sam replied, kind of worried what John may say.
"Could I have one of them please? I'm freezing mon!"
Pippin, who had changed into a thick winter cloak, dug into his pack and took out a white sweatshirt and chucked it over to John who put it on and tucked his legs into it as well. Like you do in P.E when you're a kid and the gym is cold and you have to sit down while your teacher rants on. John rocked on his bum and sang softly to himself. Legolas watched impressed at his mellow tenor vocals. Merry looked at Legolas and smiled, the elf had fallen in love again.
***
It was long into the night. They had all stayed awake in fear of the Orcs coming near them. Even with Gandalf's powers, they were not safe. But fatigue had set in and the camp was dozy. They had eaten a rather large meal for them to celebrate being reunited and eaten a lot of Gabrielle's offerings of sweet, sugary snacks and cans of fizzy drink. Nobody could move far and were sitting bloated, but content. One by one each member fell into a deep and satisfied slumber apart from Gandalf and Legolas.
Gandalf was looking out of the cave. He was puffing on a pipe. Thin, wispy smoke was creeping out of the pipe and wrapping seductively around his face. But he wasn't having any of that and carelessly blew it away. He looked morosely out onto the mountains ahead and contemplated the rest of the journey to Mordor.
Legolas was contemplating the view too- of John's sleeping body. He watched the Jamaican sleep for a while and smiled as John snorted. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but jumped when he felt Gandalf's hand rest onto his shoulder.
"You should think about getting some sleep Legolas, it will be light soon. We must make haste tomorrow and we will be handicapped if you are tired. We already are enough with this one," said Gandalf gesturing at John.
Legolas nodded in the affirmative and lay down. Gandalf told him not to be so fast. The elf sat up.
"Do you know what you are getting yourself into," asked the wizard.
"What do you mean Gandalf?"
"I've seen the way you have been looking at that man. I see the way you have been paying him special attention. My dear elf, this creature is a dope."
"He is new to this world and needs a helping hand. He needs someone who will give a bit of kindness and not exclude him or shout at him. If we are going to be stuck with him, we need to make the best of it," reasoned Legolas with a pink tinge to his cheeks.
"Elf you know that is not the reason why he has been with you all of today. You have crush on him and you must stop it! It is not becoming of an elf and I am sure he is not that way inclined."
"I am merely looking after a newcomer and I would appreciate it if you would not speculate on my sexuality."
"You touch him at every given opportunity and until I started talking to you, you have been watching him while he rests like a love struck teen."
"So what if I have?"
"It is no skin off my nose, but skin off yours. Your reputation will be in tatters, the fellowship may shun you and if word gets back to Rivendell, you will find it impossible to find a nice girl to settle down with and procreate,"
Legolas kept quiet. There was no point in arguing with Gandalf. He was bigger than he was.
"And by the way Legolas. I think you should tell our guest that you are not a girl,"
"He thinks I am? How do you know Gandalf?"
"He keeps on trying to look at your chest,"
"Oh,"
"Just sort it out. Get things straight. Squash whatever silly feelings you have,"
"Yes Gandalf,"
Legolas went to sleep feeling scandalised. The old wizard was trying to do his best by him, but he didn't understand. 'Well stuff him', the elf thought indignantly.
It was black in the cave. No light. Gandalf had laid his weary body on the floor for a doze. He didn't normally sleep like the rest. But he needed some time out. This journey was getting more surreal and it made his brain hurt.
There was no one else awake. John woke up and sat up on his make shift bed of his thick coat. Luckily it had been winter in London so he never went out without his water resistant puffa jacket. It had made a nice cosy base. He was wearing his now dried trousers and shirt with the sweatshirt pippin had returned on top of him as a blanket. Pippin had said he could keep it. He was thankful for that.
***
He was hungry now, really hungry. It hurt his stomach. John knew it was an attack of the munchies. He couldn't take these people's food. It would be all they had until they find someone who they meet who lived around this area and could ply them with more supplies. There had been no houses around for miles. He could see that. This barren land would hold no human to live there and settle down. But he was so hungry. His stomach complained loudly and Aragorn stirred at the sound. There was no alternative. He would have to find some food at least to last him until breakfast.
He got up and wrapped his sweatshirt blanket around his broad shoulders. He crept around everyone, looking for their packs that may contain food. The man, Aragon was sleeping on his, as was Gimli and Legolas. He turned desperately to the Hobbits. Merry was hugging his like a teddy bear, as was Pippin. He couldn't bear to take it off them and potentially wake them up. Sam had his as a pillow and was snoring quietly. Frodo on the other hand, had his pack behind him, a foot away from where he was sleeping. John stealthily picked up the huge bag, and nearly groaned at its weight. He jumped at every sound he made and panicked as the knocking on his stomach got worse and demanded food. He promised he would never smoke dope ever again. This definitely was not his idea of a good time. How was stealing food a high?
Finally he got through to Frodo's supply and gratefully ate, cramming every morsel into his desperate mouth. But one elven cake is not enough. John went for another and another until Frodo's supply was nearly exhausted. John tried to remove as much evidence as possible and then went back to sleep.
***
"You thief!" screamed Frodo in the morning as he lunged for John and started to hit him with small (but hard) punches.
John sleepily awoke. He felt his face and body being angrily pummelled. He saw the little Hobbit with his face twisting with wrath worse than a woman scorned. Hell had not contemplated this sort of fury that the little Hobbit hath.
The rest of the fellowship tried to pull the punching Frodo off the cuckoo in the nest and finally did. Pinning him down was another matter though and it took all of them to hold him down while John looked on with remorse. The other members would most certainly be bruised. Gandalf calmly went to Frodo's pack and took out any knives and sharp objects that he could hurt John with on the sly. He then went to relieve the kicking and screaming Hobbit of Sting- this made him wail louder.
"What in heck's name made you think you could help yourself to food?" demanded Gandalf.
"How do you know it was me?" answered John.
"Because you are the only person in this group not to know about the rules that we only eat at mealtimes. Why did you do it? Couldn't you wait for breakfast?"
"I couldn't! I was so hungry. I really get the munchies after doing weed. I was high all yesterday when I came from London, but I'm not high any more and I'm really really sorry," John shouted.
"Well you are not having breakfast or lunch or dinner. That was a whole day's food for one person- generous portions," sentenced Aragorn.
"In the mean time we are going to have to survive on fresh air. You ate most of our rations!" yelled Frodo.
You know how hobbits like their food. They eat a lot and have many breaks during the day for a meal. John in the whole scale of their rations had not eaten much. But he had broached a lot onto Frodo's personal food store. This had incensed him. Frodo then declared he was never going to forgive John and called him a cuckoo in the nest. I had done this earlier but I had not said it to his face.
Frodo sullenly agreed to leave John alone if they let go of him. The original fellowship ate a smaller than usual breakfast and sat with their backs to John, who slunk to the back of the cave and relieved himself. He didn't know how this horrible group of weirdos went to the toilet, because they never seemed to stop for breaks to go. Maybe they weren't human? John definitely thought so. Legolas did pass John a few bits of his breakfast. He didn't really relish the idea of taking titbits off this woman. She looked like she needed feeding. But he took the food anyway because he knew they would be travelling a lot to day and for many days to come and he would need all the fuel he could get.
This is the first part of a very long chapter. Next part soon. Read and review please. Love and stuff.
