Mistress-Samwise: I was lying. I've added a new chapter today. So now you lazy buggers can read a little more. But I can't keep on adding chapters everyday. This story isn't finished yet, but it is in my mind. It's just that I have not the time (nor inspiration) to write a ton right now. I'm still reveling in the fact that I'm getting a C in algebra. HUZZAH! There is a god! XDDD Anywho, I've got some stupid little Greek architecture project to finish (it's due tomorrow), so I have to go off now. Tah.
P.S. GIVE ME REVIEWS OR I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL!!! Mwu hah hah hah hah hah fu fu fu fu fu!
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For many hours, Frodo was locked in his room, of his own free will. Many times before had people tried to enter, but it fast proved worthless. He turned down food, company, and, most of all, words of sympathy. No one could get to him and they soon grew concerned. For being struck so hard, why wasn't he mourning like the rest of the smial? For many long hours they had their ears pressed to his bedroom door, listening for any sounds, any signs of life. But there were none. All he did was lie there. His mind was blank and no matter how hard he tried to think of something, it faded away, slipping out of his grasp. He was stuck between nothingness and reality, unable to move, unable to think, unable to change.
…Why…?
Finally, he fell into an even emptier sleep, far from his sorrow and anger. He dreamt uncomfortably as he stumbled in his shrouded subconscious, shadow and light diminishing into a gray fog. Panicking, he whipped himself around, trying to find a direction to go, but it was all the same monotony. His confusion slowly melted into rage, and he clawed at the mist around him, shouting words of hate to ears that weren't there to hear it. His only answer was darkness, cold and numb, as it consumed his being and he was jostled into dreamless sleep again.
He woke freezing and damp, his clothing clinging to his small frame. Against his will, a loud sneeze escaped out of his mouth and a knock came to the door, almost as in surprise.
"Frodo? Was that you?" a gentle and meek voice asked. The teenager sneered.
"Go away, Merry… Leave me alone."
"I was waiting for you to make a noise, so that I'd know you were still there."
Frodo did not answer.
"I'll still be here," Merry replied. "I'm gonna sit here until you come out again."
Frodo groaned in annoyance as he took off his vest, tossing it onto the hard wood floor with a loud watery slap. He sniffled.
"Better not be sick…" he grumbled. He paused, thinking about it. He shook his head. "Bet I am…" He sniffled again. "What else can go wrong?"
"Frodo?" Merry inquired. "Did you say something?"
"Go away!" Frodo snapped, a frown on his lips. "I told you to leave me alone! How many times do I have to tell you people? Are all of you that bloody dense?"
Merry winced at Frodo's remark and slinked away, feeling very hurt. Frodo muttered something under his breath as he began to remove his soggy shirt, almost tearing the buttons off of their seams. He sneezed again and then growled.
"Damn it! Why don't I just die right now? Make it a lot easier…"
He thought about it for a moment and snorted.
"Still… It doesn't seem like a bad idea. But it'll just make all of those lousy bleeders upset again." He let out a cold laugh. "Don't want that to happen, now do we?"
He finished taking off his shirt and put a fresh one on. Soon he was dressed in new clothes and he laid back down onto to his damp bed. His brown curls were plastered to his forehead, dripping bitter tasting water onto his face. He angrily shook his head, sending drops of water everywhere. He scowled and fell onto his pillow, sneezing.
"Then again, I could always make it seem like it happened naturally…" he tried joking to himself, but, alas, he could not find it funny. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for sleep.
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Mistress-Samwise: So Frodo swears. Boo fricken-hoo. I'm kinda ferklempt myself, and I tend to reflect it in my writing. I'll try to get to "LOTR at Half Budget" ASAP, but I haven't been in the humor mood… *sigh* the only funny thing I can do at this point in time is use a sarcastic British accent. *British accent* Now, go away or I'll have to take a cricket bat to your bum. Just kidding.
I think.
