~Chapter Ten (Frodo)~

So now I was stuck at Heather's home. I guess it wasn't so bad. At least she didn't have any cats. And it wasn't too long a walk away from Holly's house.

The ring was getting heavier by the day. I had thought that bringing it to another world would have stopped its increasing weight. But it hadn't. The ring now grew heavier even quicker than before. And I had gone thought such lengths to get it here.

I was the one that had gone through Gandalf's possessions and placed a bit of magic on that slimy stuff. I knew that Merry and Pippin would get into it some time or other. Therefore it wouldn't be my fault, because they were the ones who had touched it.

The only part I had forgotten to plan was the getting home. I forgot to get us a way back to Middle Earth. Oh well, Gandalf would find a way, I was sure of it. And if not, it wasn't so bad here. And Sauron couldn't possibly follow us.

It wouldn't be so bad to stay. I could convince Holly that I was the one for her, and everything would be good. I would even have all of my friends here. And if what Holly had mentioned when we first arrived was true, then Boromir wouldn't have to die before it was his time to move on from this life.

Maybe, if Gandalf found a way home, I could leave the ring with one of the girls over here. They couldn't use it to do any harm, and it would be safe. I wouldn't have to endanger any of the rest of the fellowship, and we could all go home and be happy, as we used to be before this nasty business.

A loud noise disrupted my thoughts and gave me an awful headache. I went upstairs to see what on Middle Earth it was. I found Heather in her room listening to a little box that made a lot of noise. If I listened closely, I could make out words in the noise. It must have been her idea of music.

'Must you listen to that and give me such a headache?'

Heather looked up at me, surprised to find me in her room. 'Sorry, but you're just going to have to put up with it. It's Andrew W K.' She grinned evilly.

'It's what?'

'Andrew W K. Becky got me stuck on it, and now I can't stop listening to it.'

'Are there supposed to be words with it?'

At this she started to sing along. 'Run it over, run them out. Knock your block, or tearing your doubt. Move on corners, move around. Talk, no talk, breaking you down.

'We are a corporation, we are a company. We cut high, but we're cutting highway. We are your mother's father. We are your fighter friend. It never started and it won't end.

'I love New York City. Oh yeah, New York City. I love New York City. Oh yeah, New York City.'

'How on Middle Earth can you call that music?' I asked. The girl was obviously having some sort of mental problems.

'It's the best. But this isn't even the best song on the CD! "She Is Beautiful" is.'

'I'm not even going to ask.' And with this I promptly left the room and went into the kitchen.

Aragorn was avidly discussing something with Boromir. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying, so I moved a little closer. I could only hear bits and pieces of what they were saying though. Something about the 'Evenstar.' Whatever that was.

Wait, wasn't that the necklace that Aragorn always wore? The one that was given to him by that elf? Aragorn was saying something about it being stolen. something about seeing it worn by. Did he just say Heather? I decided to walk in on the conversation.

'What was that about Heather wearing your necklace?' I asked.

'I saw Heather wearing it today, but I don't remember taking it off.' Said Aragorn.

'I told you that this was a bad idea. The girl is obviously a thief! We have to get that back from her. Might even have to kill her.' Was Boromir's idea.

'Don't be so rash. I'll just talk to her about it and ask for it back. I'm sure she'll comply.'

'I don't know,' I thought about this for a moment, 'you wouldn't believe what she considers music.'

'Frodo, that has absolutely nothing to do with this.' Said Aragorn.

'No, I mean, I think that she has mental problems. No sane person could call that noise music.'

'I'm going to go talk to her.' Aragorn insisted.

'Alright. You'll see for yourself that she's mad.'

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay in the posting, but I've kind of been grounded off of the computer for that last little while. Also, I don't own anything to do with Andrew W. K. But I do suggest that you all go out and download some of his music. It's great. The best ones are 'She Is Beautiful' 'I love NYC' and 'Party Hard'. Believe me, they're worth listening to. Okay, I'll stop making this almost as bad as a commercial or something. Keep reading! And I'd really appreciate a few reviews because it's nice to know that someone's actually reading this and that I'm not writing this for no reason whatsoever.