This is a parody of 'Lord of the Rings' and 'The Wizard of Oz' (in case you
couldn't figure that out by the title. Basically, it's a comedy where
Frodo goes to Oz . . . which you could get from the title too . . . ok,
I'll stop now and let you read the story.
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Frodo in Oz
By: Heartless-trinity, Dinundae, and Dante's Inferno
Prologue
The members of the Fellowship had been decided. In five days the nine members would depart on the long journey to Mordor. Frodo, the Ringbearer, having nothing better to do wandered aimlessly through the many halls of Rivendell. Turning down a passage that he had not yet seen, Frodo spied what looked to be a broken sword lying on display.
Bored, he approached the pieces.
'Why would the elves leave such a nice looking sword all alone and broken?' Frodo scratched his head. 'Perhaps they are too busy to take care of it.' Suddenly he brightened. 'Maybe I could help!'
Glancing down the empty hall carefully Frodo reached into his sleeve and pulled out a bottle of Elmer's glue and set to work piecing together the Sword that Used to be Broken. When he had finished and it had dried Frodo hefted up the sword to try it out. Considering it was about as long as he was tall he found he had quite a bit of trouble controlling the blade as he swung it in a wide arc about him. Gripping it tightly with both hands the hobbit swung again, and stumbled backward under the enormous weight.
'Maybe playing with a three foot, glued together sword wasn't the best idea.' was the only thing Frodo had time to think before the out-of-control blade hit a large painting behind him. The sword smashed once more on the impact.
In shock, Frodo knelt next to the Sword That Used to be Broken But was Fixed With Glue and then Broken Again. All of his hard work, all that glue, gone to waste. Glue on Middle Earth was not an easy thing to find, after all.
After a long moment of silence for the sword and the wasted glue Frodo began to stand. He'd best put the shattered pieces back where he'd found them before anyone came by and saw them on the floor. He paused, however, when he heard a strange creaking sound from above him. Looking up quickly the hobbit barely had time to gasp as the humungous painting of a man and a creature dressed in powerful metal armor fell from the wall, right toward his head!
In an instant what the picture portrayed and his gaze was held by Sauron's malevolent form. He watched, frozen in terror, as it came closer and closer . . .
Wham!
The edge of the wooden frame smacked him hard in the side of the head. Half in a daze, the hobbit looked around him. His head felt light . . . as though he were spiraling through the air.
'It's spinning, Rivendell is spinning . . ." Frodo thought dimly, before collapsing next to the painting.
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TBC
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Note: Poor Frodo @_@
Well, that's the teaser of the story, I hope you liked it! Review and we'll update!
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Frodo in Oz
By: Heartless-trinity, Dinundae, and Dante's Inferno
Prologue
The members of the Fellowship had been decided. In five days the nine members would depart on the long journey to Mordor. Frodo, the Ringbearer, having nothing better to do wandered aimlessly through the many halls of Rivendell. Turning down a passage that he had not yet seen, Frodo spied what looked to be a broken sword lying on display.
Bored, he approached the pieces.
'Why would the elves leave such a nice looking sword all alone and broken?' Frodo scratched his head. 'Perhaps they are too busy to take care of it.' Suddenly he brightened. 'Maybe I could help!'
Glancing down the empty hall carefully Frodo reached into his sleeve and pulled out a bottle of Elmer's glue and set to work piecing together the Sword that Used to be Broken. When he had finished and it had dried Frodo hefted up the sword to try it out. Considering it was about as long as he was tall he found he had quite a bit of trouble controlling the blade as he swung it in a wide arc about him. Gripping it tightly with both hands the hobbit swung again, and stumbled backward under the enormous weight.
'Maybe playing with a three foot, glued together sword wasn't the best idea.' was the only thing Frodo had time to think before the out-of-control blade hit a large painting behind him. The sword smashed once more on the impact.
In shock, Frodo knelt next to the Sword That Used to be Broken But was Fixed With Glue and then Broken Again. All of his hard work, all that glue, gone to waste. Glue on Middle Earth was not an easy thing to find, after all.
After a long moment of silence for the sword and the wasted glue Frodo began to stand. He'd best put the shattered pieces back where he'd found them before anyone came by and saw them on the floor. He paused, however, when he heard a strange creaking sound from above him. Looking up quickly the hobbit barely had time to gasp as the humungous painting of a man and a creature dressed in powerful metal armor fell from the wall, right toward his head!
In an instant what the picture portrayed and his gaze was held by Sauron's malevolent form. He watched, frozen in terror, as it came closer and closer . . .
Wham!
The edge of the wooden frame smacked him hard in the side of the head. Half in a daze, the hobbit looked around him. His head felt light . . . as though he were spiraling through the air.
'It's spinning, Rivendell is spinning . . ." Frodo thought dimly, before collapsing next to the painting.
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TBC
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Note: Poor Frodo @_@
Well, that's the teaser of the story, I hope you liked it! Review and we'll update!