Mistress-Samwise: Fu fu fu! I'm back! Have you seen the new TTT trailer? OH SWEET MOTHER OF MONKIES!!! The last minute is the BEST! I can't wait!!! But, in the meanwhile, here's a new chapter. One of you asked why I say "fu fu fu". Well, I was in eighth grade, and I was playing Pokemon Silver. I was up against a member of Team Rocket, and when they first talk to you, they laughed like "Fu fu fu fu fu!". I was like "That's funny." So I started using it. One-day, I drew a picture of Legolas on the jazz band chalkboard going "Fu fu fu fu fu!" to annoy my sister. And, somehow, that has seeped into my normal vocabulary. Even in real life, not just the net. So that's my story.
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The door slowly opened and Bilbo stepped in. He gasped as he saw the wake of Frodo's destruction. The room was in shambles; glass was everywhere, along with feathers, and the dresser was completely taken apart, like a gutted fish. Frodo laid sleeping on what remained of his bed, unconsciously sobbing. Tears sprang to Bilbo's eyes at this sight and he sat down beside the sleeping hobbitlad.
"Frodo-lad… Please wake up…"
Frodo stirred faintly as the sound of his cousin's voice, but did not wake up completely.
"Please, Frodo… Wake up…"
Bilbo placed his hand on Frodo's shoulder, but the hobbitlad pulled himself away and curled up into a ball.
"L-Leave me alone, B-Bilbo…" Frodo hiccupped, sniffling. "Don't touch me…"
"I'm here to help you, my lad," Bilbo answered.
"You can help me by going away," Frodo replied, his tone suddenly harsh. Bilbo recoiled slightly in surprise.
"It hurts me to see you like this…"
Frodo said nothing. Bilbo silently sighed, looking around the room.
"Why must you be so angry?"
"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you. I thought you understood… But I guess I was wrong."
"If there is anything I can do to help you, Frodo–"
"I told you already! Leave me alone! I just want to be alone! Why won't you people leave me alone?"
Bilbo had just about had enough.
"Because we care about you, that's why! And when you realize that, please feel free to rejoin society again. You can't live like this forever. One of us is going to get tired and it's not going to be me!"
Bilbo marched out of the room, swiftly closing the door behind himself. Reason obviously wasn't working with the boy, so the next best thing was to wait it out. Frodo sneered bitterly as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"B-Bloody old man…" he growled between sobs. "C-Can't tell me wha-what to do…"
He crawled off of his bed and began to clean up the floor. Soon the drawers were back in the dresser, along with its contents, and all of the glass and feathers were safely swept into a pile. But he couldn't bring himself to even touch the stone rabbit and it laid on the floor along with a few bits of glass. He retreated back to his bed, wrapped himself in the covers, and then sneezed for a minute, and a plethora of colorful phrases shortly followed that.
"I could always blame it all on bad water or poisonous mushrooms…" he attempted at jesting himself again, after his sneezing fit ended, but he had a poor sense of humor. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Damn it all… They're not *that* stupid…" He paused in thought and then let out an even angrier growl. "Oh, great! Now I'm talking to myself! Argg! Just kill me right now!"
No answer.
"Grrrr!" He slumped over and buried his face into the mattress, not bothering to pull it out again.
"…I could always accidentally severely cut myself while combing my hair…"
He then felt something inside of him screaming out for him to shut up, and he promptly did so.
"… I could always— Oh, forget it…"
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Mistress-Samwise: Yay. That was… Lame. All well. I'm going to go and watch the TTT trailer again. *wanders off aimlessly*
