Author's notes: Ooooh! I need to give out prizes! Prizes are at the end of the fic! Enjoy everyone!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! ^.^
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Chapter Four: The Ring Bearer
"Frank?" Mark asked, concern creeping into his voice. Frank looked away from the book and then over to his friend.
"You said something about Black Riders? They were in the book, right?" Frank asked slowly and Mark nodded, not sure what he meant.
"They were Ring Wraiths. They looked for the Hobbit that was carrying the Ring," he said, while Frank was quietly thinking of explanations for what was going on and what Mr. white had said, while Peter just listened to the two, confused and bewildered.
"What was the Hobbit's name?" Franks asked suddenly and Mark shook his head.
"Frank, just rea--"
"Just tell me," Frank said, but, before Mark could say anything, the bell rang and signaled the the of lunch. Frank blew a sigh of frustration and slammed his head on the table, thinking of several explanations he had came up with, but knew none of them would work.
Mark and Peter just watched him for a moment.
"Uh, Frank...don't you have math?" Peter asked, breaking the silence from the three.
"I'll go in a minute," Frank replied, not moving his head. He was still trying to piece the puzzle together, but he was still missing several pieces.
"...we're going to get to class. You gonna be all right?" Mark said, pausing before speaking, not sure if Frank in frustration would hear him. But Frank waved a hand, as if to say he would be fine, so Peter and him both left the cafeteria.
When the two were gone, Frank sat up and then stood up, grabbing his things and began to walk towards his math class. His moment of quiet thinking was interrupted when someone ran into him and he fell over backwards.
Looking up in annoyance, he paused when he saw the person who knocked him over was a girl in his math class known as Erin. She scowled at him for a moment, then, after Frank got up and picked up his stuff, she put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"Why do you always have to run into me?" she demanded and, Frank, not in the mood to deal with her at the moment, just brushed passed her. Of course, she wouldn't let him go that easily.
"Hey, Johnson! Who do you think you are--" she started again, but stopped when he stopped walking.
"Erin, I'm not in the mood. Sorry for walking into you, but please drop it," he said to her and then noticed that the hall was almost empty. Sighing in frustration again, Frank started walking again at a faster pace.
Erin followed him.
Erin had sometimes seen Frank upset, but this time he wasn't exactly upset. Instead, he was shaking a bit, as if he had just been scared witless, he was tense, and his eyes constantly wondered around the hall. His eyes, however, froze on her for a moment. He saw her staring at him.
"What?" he asked, a bit tensely. Erin frowned for moment.
It was odd that they were even walking down the same hall together, without her insulting him or them bumping into each other. Everyone in the school basically knew that the two loathed each other and they both tried their best to keep away from one another. But what they didn't know was that Erin was beginning to see Frank more than person she hated. He was becoming a handsome man after all...
Erin snapped out of her thoughts and scowled. "Nothing," she answered stiffly, began to walk faster, and went into the room. Frank just stared as she went, her blonde, pony tailed hair swishing back and forth, hitting a few loiterers in the face.
He shook his head and sighed, walking into the room just as the bell rang.
It was after school and Frank was stuck waiting for his uncle to pick him up. Uncle Eric usually picked him up after school because in the afternoon the bus was usually crowded and some people actually sat in the aisle.
The fact that Uncle Eric worked in a place near by made it easier as well.
Frank looked at his watch and saw that his uncle was very late. For a moment, he wondering if he could walk all the way from the school to his trailer. Of course he would never try it, since he lived on the other side of town.
"No ride, Mr. Johnson?" a voice asked and Frank jumped, spinning around to see Mr. White walking out of the school. Frank sighed in relief, but was beginning to become curious why Mr. White seemed to appear a lot.
Shrugging, Frank answered, "I think my uncle's car broke down again."
"Ah, yes," Mr. White said, stopping in front of the boy. "Eric Johnson's infamous car."
Frank eyed the teacher curiously. "How do you know about my uncle?" he asked, tightening his hold on the book, which he was on page one. Mr. White just smiled down at him.
"Oh, I know a lot about your uncle. One reason being that we use to work in the same company before you were born," the teacher said, sitting down on the bench and turning to Frank with a sparkle in his eyes. "I also know a great deal about you, Mr. Johnson."
Frank paused for a minute, looking at the book in his hands. "So then...you would know about the person I saw in your room?" he asked, slowly.
Mr. White frowned, his forehead wrinkling with worry lines. "A person? What was this person like?"
Frank wasn't sure if he should tell the teacher. He thought it crazy himself that the person he had saw in the classroom had been like the Riders Mark had talked about.
"He..she..it was dressing in all black and it hissed when it spoke--" Frank stopped himself when Mr. White went suddenly pale. "Mr. White?"
"They've started too early. How could I have thought they would have waited longer?" the teacher muttered to himself and Frank was beginning to get fearful at the way he was talking.
"Mr. White?" he asked again, quietly. The teacher muttered some mild curses and turned to Frank with both sadness and worry in his old eyes.
"Frank, I am sorry that you had to encounter that...creature without knowing anything. I am also sorry that I have to tell you everything at once..."
"Wait a minute! What are you talking about?" Frank asked, getting really frightened at how his teacher was acting. Mr. White laid a hand on Frank's shoulder in order to calm him, but instead, Frank got even more panicked.
"What I told you in the classroom today...I'm afraid that it is true. The book you hold in your hands tells the adventures of a Hobbit by the name of Frodo Baggins, who journeyed to the Dark Land to be rid of an evil Ring--"
"Mark...told me that..." Frank said softly, and remembered the time, two days ago, when he had thought he had thought Peter had called him Frado.
"Mark? You're friend, no doubt," Mr. White muttered, but then continued, "All that happens in the trilogy really happened many, many years ago. And I am afraid to tell you that you were once a part of that past, of that adventure."
There was a long pause, but then Frank, shaking and standing up, sputtered, "Bu-but th-that's not p-possible!"
Mr. White gave him a sympathetic look. This was not how he had planned him at all.
"I am afraid it is. In your past life, you were known as Frodo Baggins, the Hobbit, of the Shir--" Frank clamped his hands over his ears and began to shout incoherent things, while Mr. White stood and tried to comfort the confused boy, but Frank backed away from him ever time he came closer.
After a while the old man stood away from the boy, who was yelling that he was crazy, and waited calmly for a moment.
"Frank!" Mr. White shouted suddenly, startling Frank enough for him to drop his hands from his ears as he fell onto the ground.
Frank stared up at his English teacher and tears of frustration and disbelief filled his wide eyes. Mr. White sighed and went over to the youth, who backed away from him when he got nearer.
"Frank, I know this is hard, but you must pull yourself together. If they come to you again, they just might complete their mission--"
"Pull myself together?" Frank repeated in disbelief and gave the teacher a tear-filled glare. "You expect me to keep calm after you tell me some people are out to do hell knows what to me--!"
Mr. White nodded. "I know, I know. But it is all true. I am sorry you have to go through this, but it seems fate is cruel yet again."
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The is more to come! ^.^ This was the longest chapter yet! Hope you all enjoyed. Oh, jeez. Don't you feel so bad for Frank now? And now, time for prizes!
First prize (a golden-chocolate goose egg ^.^) goes to: rome for being the first to review, the first to guess if Frank was Frodo, the first to state that Mr. White was Gandalf, and suggesting the person in black was a Nazgul.. ^.~
Second prize (a chocolate frog that has jelly insects inside it! ^.^) goes to: Ghost of Christmas Future for the strangest review yet! ^.~
Last prize (a pack of bons-bons! ^.^) goes to: Mistoffelees for hitting the nail right on the head! ^.~
Congrats to all!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! ^.^
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Chapter Four: The Ring Bearer
"Frank?" Mark asked, concern creeping into his voice. Frank looked away from the book and then over to his friend.
"You said something about Black Riders? They were in the book, right?" Frank asked slowly and Mark nodded, not sure what he meant.
"They were Ring Wraiths. They looked for the Hobbit that was carrying the Ring," he said, while Frank was quietly thinking of explanations for what was going on and what Mr. white had said, while Peter just listened to the two, confused and bewildered.
"What was the Hobbit's name?" Franks asked suddenly and Mark shook his head.
"Frank, just rea--"
"Just tell me," Frank said, but, before Mark could say anything, the bell rang and signaled the the of lunch. Frank blew a sigh of frustration and slammed his head on the table, thinking of several explanations he had came up with, but knew none of them would work.
Mark and Peter just watched him for a moment.
"Uh, Frank...don't you have math?" Peter asked, breaking the silence from the three.
"I'll go in a minute," Frank replied, not moving his head. He was still trying to piece the puzzle together, but he was still missing several pieces.
"...we're going to get to class. You gonna be all right?" Mark said, pausing before speaking, not sure if Frank in frustration would hear him. But Frank waved a hand, as if to say he would be fine, so Peter and him both left the cafeteria.
When the two were gone, Frank sat up and then stood up, grabbing his things and began to walk towards his math class. His moment of quiet thinking was interrupted when someone ran into him and he fell over backwards.
Looking up in annoyance, he paused when he saw the person who knocked him over was a girl in his math class known as Erin. She scowled at him for a moment, then, after Frank got up and picked up his stuff, she put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"Why do you always have to run into me?" she demanded and, Frank, not in the mood to deal with her at the moment, just brushed passed her. Of course, she wouldn't let him go that easily.
"Hey, Johnson! Who do you think you are--" she started again, but stopped when he stopped walking.
"Erin, I'm not in the mood. Sorry for walking into you, but please drop it," he said to her and then noticed that the hall was almost empty. Sighing in frustration again, Frank started walking again at a faster pace.
Erin followed him.
Erin had sometimes seen Frank upset, but this time he wasn't exactly upset. Instead, he was shaking a bit, as if he had just been scared witless, he was tense, and his eyes constantly wondered around the hall. His eyes, however, froze on her for a moment. He saw her staring at him.
"What?" he asked, a bit tensely. Erin frowned for moment.
It was odd that they were even walking down the same hall together, without her insulting him or them bumping into each other. Everyone in the school basically knew that the two loathed each other and they both tried their best to keep away from one another. But what they didn't know was that Erin was beginning to see Frank more than person she hated. He was becoming a handsome man after all...
Erin snapped out of her thoughts and scowled. "Nothing," she answered stiffly, began to walk faster, and went into the room. Frank just stared as she went, her blonde, pony tailed hair swishing back and forth, hitting a few loiterers in the face.
He shook his head and sighed, walking into the room just as the bell rang.
It was after school and Frank was stuck waiting for his uncle to pick him up. Uncle Eric usually picked him up after school because in the afternoon the bus was usually crowded and some people actually sat in the aisle.
The fact that Uncle Eric worked in a place near by made it easier as well.
Frank looked at his watch and saw that his uncle was very late. For a moment, he wondering if he could walk all the way from the school to his trailer. Of course he would never try it, since he lived on the other side of town.
"No ride, Mr. Johnson?" a voice asked and Frank jumped, spinning around to see Mr. White walking out of the school. Frank sighed in relief, but was beginning to become curious why Mr. White seemed to appear a lot.
Shrugging, Frank answered, "I think my uncle's car broke down again."
"Ah, yes," Mr. White said, stopping in front of the boy. "Eric Johnson's infamous car."
Frank eyed the teacher curiously. "How do you know about my uncle?" he asked, tightening his hold on the book, which he was on page one. Mr. White just smiled down at him.
"Oh, I know a lot about your uncle. One reason being that we use to work in the same company before you were born," the teacher said, sitting down on the bench and turning to Frank with a sparkle in his eyes. "I also know a great deal about you, Mr. Johnson."
Frank paused for a minute, looking at the book in his hands. "So then...you would know about the person I saw in your room?" he asked, slowly.
Mr. White frowned, his forehead wrinkling with worry lines. "A person? What was this person like?"
Frank wasn't sure if he should tell the teacher. He thought it crazy himself that the person he had saw in the classroom had been like the Riders Mark had talked about.
"He..she..it was dressing in all black and it hissed when it spoke--" Frank stopped himself when Mr. White went suddenly pale. "Mr. White?"
"They've started too early. How could I have thought they would have waited longer?" the teacher muttered to himself and Frank was beginning to get fearful at the way he was talking.
"Mr. White?" he asked again, quietly. The teacher muttered some mild curses and turned to Frank with both sadness and worry in his old eyes.
"Frank, I am sorry that you had to encounter that...creature without knowing anything. I am also sorry that I have to tell you everything at once..."
"Wait a minute! What are you talking about?" Frank asked, getting really frightened at how his teacher was acting. Mr. White laid a hand on Frank's shoulder in order to calm him, but instead, Frank got even more panicked.
"What I told you in the classroom today...I'm afraid that it is true. The book you hold in your hands tells the adventures of a Hobbit by the name of Frodo Baggins, who journeyed to the Dark Land to be rid of an evil Ring--"
"Mark...told me that..." Frank said softly, and remembered the time, two days ago, when he had thought he had thought Peter had called him Frado.
"Mark? You're friend, no doubt," Mr. White muttered, but then continued, "All that happens in the trilogy really happened many, many years ago. And I am afraid to tell you that you were once a part of that past, of that adventure."
There was a long pause, but then Frank, shaking and standing up, sputtered, "Bu-but th-that's not p-possible!"
Mr. White gave him a sympathetic look. This was not how he had planned him at all.
"I am afraid it is. In your past life, you were known as Frodo Baggins, the Hobbit, of the Shir--" Frank clamped his hands over his ears and began to shout incoherent things, while Mr. White stood and tried to comfort the confused boy, but Frank backed away from him ever time he came closer.
After a while the old man stood away from the boy, who was yelling that he was crazy, and waited calmly for a moment.
"Frank!" Mr. White shouted suddenly, startling Frank enough for him to drop his hands from his ears as he fell onto the ground.
Frank stared up at his English teacher and tears of frustration and disbelief filled his wide eyes. Mr. White sighed and went over to the youth, who backed away from him when he got nearer.
"Frank, I know this is hard, but you must pull yourself together. If they come to you again, they just might complete their mission--"
"Pull myself together?" Frank repeated in disbelief and gave the teacher a tear-filled glare. "You expect me to keep calm after you tell me some people are out to do hell knows what to me--!"
Mr. White nodded. "I know, I know. But it is all true. I am sorry you have to go through this, but it seems fate is cruel yet again."
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The is more to come! ^.^ This was the longest chapter yet! Hope you all enjoyed. Oh, jeez. Don't you feel so bad for Frank now? And now, time for prizes!
First prize (a golden-chocolate goose egg ^.^) goes to: rome for being the first to review, the first to guess if Frank was Frodo, the first to state that Mr. White was Gandalf, and suggesting the person in black was a Nazgul.. ^.~
Second prize (a chocolate frog that has jelly insects inside it! ^.^) goes to: Ghost of Christmas Future for the strangest review yet! ^.~
Last prize (a pack of bons-bons! ^.^) goes to: Mistoffelees for hitting the nail right on the head! ^.~
Congrats to all!
