Christina: Wheeeeee!!! I've found a little time in the evenings to do
this!!!!!!!
Katie: Really?
Devsagi: THE WORLD IS MINE!!!!!!
CJ: Actually, see, her mom just had a baby-
Bunny: Like, a month ago.
CJ: - and her mom likes to take naps when the baby's asleep, so Christina has a bit of time, provided she's watching her sister and her other little brother is playing video games.
James: O O. video games.
U
Ralph: O O. Japanese pornography.
U
Jem: Do I want to know? -_-'
Christina: O_O' . ok guys, enough or I'll have to change the rating to PG- 13. Anyway, here's the story! Oh and BTW, some of this stuff may be inaccurate. Ok?
Disclaimer: I do not own any part or character of LOTR. They belong to Misters Tolkien and Tolkien.
Claimer: I own Kico.
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Gandalf left us and we started on our way with Sam.
We cut across country easily. We got to the Eastfarthing and stopped for the night. The three of us continued much the same way for about 3 nights. The fourth day we cut into a cornfield, Farmer Maggot's to be exact. We were walking and Sam panicked when he didn't see us after he emerged from the corn. He found us, of course, and he was telling us that Gandalf had told him not to "lose us".
" 'Don't you lose them, Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to, sir. ma'am."
Just then, some people tackled Frodo and Sam. It was Merry and Pippin, who had been in Farmer Maggot's crops. I was laughing at Frodo and Sam for being tackled, but the farmer knew where Merry and Pippin had been and was after them, so my laughter didn't last long. We quickly ran away from him, to the edge of a hill. We stopped short, but Sam bumped into us and the five of us tumbled down the hill, nearly missing a pile of something disgusting.
Frodo and I disentangled ourselves from the mess of hobbit feet and whatnot and walked a little way down the road. The other three were picking mushrooms.
Suddenly, a chill came over me. Not a cold chill, but more of an ominous chill. I could tell Frodo got the same feeling, the feeling that something bad was coming.
" I think we should get off the road," Frodo said casually to Merry, Pippin, and Sam.
The chill got stronger, and a vision of something evil passed before my eyes.
" Get off the road! Quick!" I cried.
We all scrambled under a fallen tree. Sam, Merry, and Pippin were discussing mushrooms. Frodo and I, however, sat perfectly still, trying to listen for something unknown.
We heard hoofs coming up the road. The other three hobbits stopped talking and listened. Frodo chanced a look, and suddenly, someone jumped off the horse. He quickly snapped his head around. I looked at him, but he merely shook his head. We heard the creature sniffing the air.
An overwhelming experience came over me and, definitely, Frodo. We wanted to put on the Ring. This experience was so overwhelming, that when spiders and insects started to crawl all over us, I didn't even notice. Allow me to tell you one thing: I absolutely cannot stand spiders or insects. I hate the way they walk, bite, sting, eat, you name it, and I hate it.
Frodo pulled out the ring. I could tell that the creature had turned his attention slightly toward us. Sam reached over me and knocked Frodo's hand, so he wouldn't put the Ring on, and disrupted our concentration on the item. The creature's attention shifted away from us. Merry threw his bag into some bushes away from us. The creature let out a bloodcurdling screech and went to investigate. The five of us took this opportunity to get away, which we did.
We ran into the nearby woods.
" What was that?" Merry practically demanded.
Neither Frodo nor I answered, for we didn't know ourselves.
None of us talked much, but since we had gotten far from our meeting point with Merry and Pippin, they were forced to come with us. We traveled farther into the woods. Merry, at one point, said that the creatures were looking for "something or someone". We told him that Frodo and I had to leave the Shire; Sam and we had to get to Bree. He nodded and said: " Buckleberry Ferry! Follow me!"
We traveled until it got dark, and then we kept going. The creature, it appeared, had "friends". They chased us all the way until we reached the ferry crossing.
" How far to the nearest crossing?" Frodo asked after jumping onto the raft.
" Brandywine Bridge, twenty miles," Merry replied.
Indeed, it was the longest twenty miles I had ever traveled. It seemed the creatures hadn't liked the water, but they might have gone around the river. Not an easy task, but it was possible.
We reached the crossing and jumped off. Frodo led the way through some brush toward Bree. Before we had reached the crossing, it had started to rain. So, by the time we reached the gate at Bree, all of us were soaked to the skin.
Timidly, the five of us crept to the gate and knocked. The gatekeeper looked at first through the Big Person door, and then the hobbit door.
" What do you want?" he asked.
" We're heading for the Prancing Pony," Frodo and I said together.
The gatekeeper opened the gate.
" Hobbits! Five hobbits! What business do you have in Bree?" he asked with a bit of amusement.
" We're going to the inn." I replied.
" Our business is of our own." Frodo said.
The gatekeeper let us in and we proceeded to the Prancing Pony Inn. Inside, we gave our name as Underhill and asked the bartender, Butterbur, if he had seen Gandalf the Grey. He said he hadn't. We decided to wait for him, so the others bought some beer and ale and whatever, and I bought some lovely wine. I remember it was my favorite kind, aged since 1198, so it was very old and delicious.
Sam was looking a little worried. I suppose Frodo noticed this, too.
" He'll be here, Sam," he said.
Merry and Pippin were drinking up a storm. Now, hobbits have an amazing amount of tolerance for alcohol for their size. But they were just going overboard. The two of them both had, already, a half of a pint each, and they were going back for whole pints and whatnot. I was going to say something, but Sam spoke first.
" That man has done nothing but stare at you and Miss Kico since we got here." He pointed to a man who was sitting by the fireplace with a hood on and smoking a pipe.
Frodo stopped Butterbur to ask who the man was. The bartender shuddered.
" He's one of them Ranger-folk. His proper name I've never heard, but around here, he's known as Strider."
"Strider," I heard Frodo murmur.
I suppose Frodo must have been deep in thought. Come to think of it, so was I. But Frodo had the Ring, and he was fingering it. I could almost feel the Ring calling out to him, to put it on. But something disturbed our thoughts. It was Pippin, speaking to the men at the bar.
" Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. Two, actually. Frodo and Kico Baggins." He pointed at us.
Frodo and I looked at each other for a split second. Then, Frodo jumped up to stop Pippin from talking, which he was doing quite loudly now. He grabbed Pippin's shoulder and slipped in a puddle of water. The Ring flew up in the air. I could see in the corner of my eye that the man named Strider stiffened and was watching as the Ring slowly fell onto Frodo's finger.
The next few moments were a blur, but it appeared that Frodo and I had been transported to another world or realm. It was, of course, the Shadow Realm, and we were later told that the two of us had both disappeared when the Ring was on. I seemed to be sitting on a rock or something. I saw Frodo on the ground a few feet away, so I crawled over to him. We crawled over to a big boulder or tree or something and then, we saw it.
We saw The Eye.
Katie: Really?
Devsagi: THE WORLD IS MINE!!!!!!
CJ: Actually, see, her mom just had a baby-
Bunny: Like, a month ago.
CJ: - and her mom likes to take naps when the baby's asleep, so Christina has a bit of time, provided she's watching her sister and her other little brother is playing video games.
James: O O. video games.
U
Ralph: O O. Japanese pornography.
U
Jem: Do I want to know? -_-'
Christina: O_O' . ok guys, enough or I'll have to change the rating to PG- 13. Anyway, here's the story! Oh and BTW, some of this stuff may be inaccurate. Ok?
Disclaimer: I do not own any part or character of LOTR. They belong to Misters Tolkien and Tolkien.
Claimer: I own Kico.
~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gandalf left us and we started on our way with Sam.
We cut across country easily. We got to the Eastfarthing and stopped for the night. The three of us continued much the same way for about 3 nights. The fourth day we cut into a cornfield, Farmer Maggot's to be exact. We were walking and Sam panicked when he didn't see us after he emerged from the corn. He found us, of course, and he was telling us that Gandalf had told him not to "lose us".
" 'Don't you lose them, Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to, sir. ma'am."
Just then, some people tackled Frodo and Sam. It was Merry and Pippin, who had been in Farmer Maggot's crops. I was laughing at Frodo and Sam for being tackled, but the farmer knew where Merry and Pippin had been and was after them, so my laughter didn't last long. We quickly ran away from him, to the edge of a hill. We stopped short, but Sam bumped into us and the five of us tumbled down the hill, nearly missing a pile of something disgusting.
Frodo and I disentangled ourselves from the mess of hobbit feet and whatnot and walked a little way down the road. The other three were picking mushrooms.
Suddenly, a chill came over me. Not a cold chill, but more of an ominous chill. I could tell Frodo got the same feeling, the feeling that something bad was coming.
" I think we should get off the road," Frodo said casually to Merry, Pippin, and Sam.
The chill got stronger, and a vision of something evil passed before my eyes.
" Get off the road! Quick!" I cried.
We all scrambled under a fallen tree. Sam, Merry, and Pippin were discussing mushrooms. Frodo and I, however, sat perfectly still, trying to listen for something unknown.
We heard hoofs coming up the road. The other three hobbits stopped talking and listened. Frodo chanced a look, and suddenly, someone jumped off the horse. He quickly snapped his head around. I looked at him, but he merely shook his head. We heard the creature sniffing the air.
An overwhelming experience came over me and, definitely, Frodo. We wanted to put on the Ring. This experience was so overwhelming, that when spiders and insects started to crawl all over us, I didn't even notice. Allow me to tell you one thing: I absolutely cannot stand spiders or insects. I hate the way they walk, bite, sting, eat, you name it, and I hate it.
Frodo pulled out the ring. I could tell that the creature had turned his attention slightly toward us. Sam reached over me and knocked Frodo's hand, so he wouldn't put the Ring on, and disrupted our concentration on the item. The creature's attention shifted away from us. Merry threw his bag into some bushes away from us. The creature let out a bloodcurdling screech and went to investigate. The five of us took this opportunity to get away, which we did.
We ran into the nearby woods.
" What was that?" Merry practically demanded.
Neither Frodo nor I answered, for we didn't know ourselves.
None of us talked much, but since we had gotten far from our meeting point with Merry and Pippin, they were forced to come with us. We traveled farther into the woods. Merry, at one point, said that the creatures were looking for "something or someone". We told him that Frodo and I had to leave the Shire; Sam and we had to get to Bree. He nodded and said: " Buckleberry Ferry! Follow me!"
We traveled until it got dark, and then we kept going. The creature, it appeared, had "friends". They chased us all the way until we reached the ferry crossing.
" How far to the nearest crossing?" Frodo asked after jumping onto the raft.
" Brandywine Bridge, twenty miles," Merry replied.
Indeed, it was the longest twenty miles I had ever traveled. It seemed the creatures hadn't liked the water, but they might have gone around the river. Not an easy task, but it was possible.
We reached the crossing and jumped off. Frodo led the way through some brush toward Bree. Before we had reached the crossing, it had started to rain. So, by the time we reached the gate at Bree, all of us were soaked to the skin.
Timidly, the five of us crept to the gate and knocked. The gatekeeper looked at first through the Big Person door, and then the hobbit door.
" What do you want?" he asked.
" We're heading for the Prancing Pony," Frodo and I said together.
The gatekeeper opened the gate.
" Hobbits! Five hobbits! What business do you have in Bree?" he asked with a bit of amusement.
" We're going to the inn." I replied.
" Our business is of our own." Frodo said.
The gatekeeper let us in and we proceeded to the Prancing Pony Inn. Inside, we gave our name as Underhill and asked the bartender, Butterbur, if he had seen Gandalf the Grey. He said he hadn't. We decided to wait for him, so the others bought some beer and ale and whatever, and I bought some lovely wine. I remember it was my favorite kind, aged since 1198, so it was very old and delicious.
Sam was looking a little worried. I suppose Frodo noticed this, too.
" He'll be here, Sam," he said.
Merry and Pippin were drinking up a storm. Now, hobbits have an amazing amount of tolerance for alcohol for their size. But they were just going overboard. The two of them both had, already, a half of a pint each, and they were going back for whole pints and whatnot. I was going to say something, but Sam spoke first.
" That man has done nothing but stare at you and Miss Kico since we got here." He pointed to a man who was sitting by the fireplace with a hood on and smoking a pipe.
Frodo stopped Butterbur to ask who the man was. The bartender shuddered.
" He's one of them Ranger-folk. His proper name I've never heard, but around here, he's known as Strider."
"Strider," I heard Frodo murmur.
I suppose Frodo must have been deep in thought. Come to think of it, so was I. But Frodo had the Ring, and he was fingering it. I could almost feel the Ring calling out to him, to put it on. But something disturbed our thoughts. It was Pippin, speaking to the men at the bar.
" Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. Two, actually. Frodo and Kico Baggins." He pointed at us.
Frodo and I looked at each other for a split second. Then, Frodo jumped up to stop Pippin from talking, which he was doing quite loudly now. He grabbed Pippin's shoulder and slipped in a puddle of water. The Ring flew up in the air. I could see in the corner of my eye that the man named Strider stiffened and was watching as the Ring slowly fell onto Frodo's finger.
The next few moments were a blur, but it appeared that Frodo and I had been transported to another world or realm. It was, of course, the Shadow Realm, and we were later told that the two of us had both disappeared when the Ring was on. I seemed to be sitting on a rock or something. I saw Frodo on the ground a few feet away, so I crawled over to him. We crawled over to a big boulder or tree or something and then, we saw it.
We saw The Eye.