Ahh, part two....thanks so far on the feedback. My ego is a ravening beast
which must be nourished regulary.
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Faramir stared at the two hobbits, one of which was trying to stare him down....er up...er...anyways, the other, Frodo, looked like he was tripping. Everyone else was staring at Faramir waiting for him to do something.
Luckily, he was spared the embarrassment of actually having to break the awkward silence, by a loud, "LOOK OUT!" followed by a huge crack, as a giant boulder crashed into and destroyed one of the towers.
Faramir was thankful for the momentary confusion, until he looked down and realized that Frodo was tweaking.
"They're here," he said, "They've come."
"Oh bloody hell, what now?!"
SCREECH! came the answer. Faramir looked up and shouted, "Nazgul!", and everyone immediately dived for cover.
He grabbed Frodo, who was still lost in lala land and pushed him into an alcove, "Stay here, don't wander off," as he shoved Sam in too.
Faramir then went around, not really doing much, but trying to look like he had a grip on the situation.
"Well Mr. Frodo, we are in a pickle now aren't we. Just sitting in the jar and soaking up the juice, we are. Can't be helped."
Sam looked up at the sky, occasionally seeing the swooping fury, as men ran around looking for cover. They were hindered by their plate mail though, something Sam thought was highly impractical.
"really," he thought, "what's the point of running around like a canned fish out of water? You can't run, you can't hide, and it's not like the armor can't be broken..."
He shook his head, wondering at how men could be so impractical, and so didn't notice that MR. Frodo had wandered off.
Frodo meanwhile, walked by the people running around looking for a place to cower, and went completely unnoticed. Which is just silly. Really, what are the odds that no one trips over the small hobbit, who isn't paying attention to where he's going?
Erm, anyways, Frodo climbed up the battlements and was met by the Nazgul, who hovered before him in a highly eerie effect.
"Look," said Frodo, "I'm tired, I have been on the road for months, and I am hungry, my feet hurt and its all because this damn tacky ring is evil."
"I want to go home. I miss my home, and my books, and my food, and I miss smoking weed while listening to Sublime and watching old Japanese cartoons. So here's the deal, you take the ring, beat me up a little to make it look like I tried, and then I go home, back to my nice existence...ok?"
The Nazgul just sat there, he really didn't care and was just itching to snatch the Hobbit up. For some reason the orders were, "Get the ring and the cute hobbit whose holding it too."
"Yeah, sure whatever," it said, "Just hold up the ring and look desperate, it adds to the effect."
Sam had by now noticed that Frodo was standing on the battlements, ready to give himself over to evil. Heaving a heavy sighed he started running as fast as his legs could carry him.
Faramir, also noticing Frodo about to screw himself and the world over, drew his bow.
Several fans in the audience, realizing that this part wasn't in the book, started yelling at the screen, not realizing that movie adaptations always make adjustments. Other people watching the flick told them to shut up and stop being such snobs.
That's when the fight began.
On screen, meanwhile, the nazgul had begun his decent, but Sam had managed to rush Mr. Frodo and knock him out of the way. The nazgul's beast screeched and went in for a second try, but was suddenly pierced by an arrow shot from Faramir's bow.
Faramir swore. He'd been aiming for Frodo.
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Faramir stared at the two hobbits, one of which was trying to stare him down....er up...er...anyways, the other, Frodo, looked like he was tripping. Everyone else was staring at Faramir waiting for him to do something.
Luckily, he was spared the embarrassment of actually having to break the awkward silence, by a loud, "LOOK OUT!" followed by a huge crack, as a giant boulder crashed into and destroyed one of the towers.
Faramir was thankful for the momentary confusion, until he looked down and realized that Frodo was tweaking.
"They're here," he said, "They've come."
"Oh bloody hell, what now?!"
SCREECH! came the answer. Faramir looked up and shouted, "Nazgul!", and everyone immediately dived for cover.
He grabbed Frodo, who was still lost in lala land and pushed him into an alcove, "Stay here, don't wander off," as he shoved Sam in too.
Faramir then went around, not really doing much, but trying to look like he had a grip on the situation.
"Well Mr. Frodo, we are in a pickle now aren't we. Just sitting in the jar and soaking up the juice, we are. Can't be helped."
Sam looked up at the sky, occasionally seeing the swooping fury, as men ran around looking for cover. They were hindered by their plate mail though, something Sam thought was highly impractical.
"really," he thought, "what's the point of running around like a canned fish out of water? You can't run, you can't hide, and it's not like the armor can't be broken..."
He shook his head, wondering at how men could be so impractical, and so didn't notice that MR. Frodo had wandered off.
Frodo meanwhile, walked by the people running around looking for a place to cower, and went completely unnoticed. Which is just silly. Really, what are the odds that no one trips over the small hobbit, who isn't paying attention to where he's going?
Erm, anyways, Frodo climbed up the battlements and was met by the Nazgul, who hovered before him in a highly eerie effect.
"Look," said Frodo, "I'm tired, I have been on the road for months, and I am hungry, my feet hurt and its all because this damn tacky ring is evil."
"I want to go home. I miss my home, and my books, and my food, and I miss smoking weed while listening to Sublime and watching old Japanese cartoons. So here's the deal, you take the ring, beat me up a little to make it look like I tried, and then I go home, back to my nice existence...ok?"
The Nazgul just sat there, he really didn't care and was just itching to snatch the Hobbit up. For some reason the orders were, "Get the ring and the cute hobbit whose holding it too."
"Yeah, sure whatever," it said, "Just hold up the ring and look desperate, it adds to the effect."
Sam had by now noticed that Frodo was standing on the battlements, ready to give himself over to evil. Heaving a heavy sighed he started running as fast as his legs could carry him.
Faramir, also noticing Frodo about to screw himself and the world over, drew his bow.
Several fans in the audience, realizing that this part wasn't in the book, started yelling at the screen, not realizing that movie adaptations always make adjustments. Other people watching the flick told them to shut up and stop being such snobs.
That's when the fight began.
On screen, meanwhile, the nazgul had begun his decent, but Sam had managed to rush Mr. Frodo and knock him out of the way. The nazgul's beast screeched and went in for a second try, but was suddenly pierced by an arrow shot from Faramir's bow.
Faramir swore. He'd been aiming for Frodo.