Later they would regret the quantities of Istari weed they had used, but for now, the immense high it gave them was a breath of fresh air.
"Gandalf," Aragorn mumbled drowsily, "can you see those butterflies too?"
"Hang on a minute, just let me catch my hat" said Gandalf, leaping about grabbing at air. "It's flown off and it's my best hat."
"Gandalf!"
"I said help me!" snapped Gandalf
"Alright, come back here you little scallywag!" The friends dashed about grasping for the hat, but it was too clever for them, every time they got near, it would dart a little further out of their reach. There it would float, blowing raspberries and generally being rude.
Eventually they gave up and the hat flapped its little pink wings and flew up to the beacon where it set up home.
"So anyway, I'm guessing those butterflies aren't mocking you as well? Because they're being damn annoying to me, they keep changing colour and it makes my eyes hurt, I'm sure they're doing it on purpose!" but Gandalf didn't answer; he was too busy staring at the strange and wonderful sight before him.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn shouted
"What, what?" Gandalf snapped, "I've never seen Frodo in a dress before, this better be good."
"It doesn't matter, go back to….. Wait a minute, that isn't fair, I can only see butterflies; you've already had some. Those kind of hallucinations only occur after 20 minutes, it says so on the packet. You sly old bugger! I want to see Frodo in a dress!" Aragorn raged. Gandalf giggled hysterically.
"He looks very pretty."
"Bastard"
"What?"
"Give me that bag right now, I want more, more I say you withered old wizard!" They rolled over in the fight for the bag.
"What's this then?" Gimli had come looking for the two friends. "We're waiting to cut the cake. Oooh, that looks familiar, mind if I join you?" Gimli reached for the pouch and joined the two friends.
"Sod off rabbit features" yelled Gandalf, "take your ears where they're not disturbing other people!"
"Oooh, this is strong stuff. Wow, Frodo never looked so good, but is he meant to be wearing a hat with pink wings?" chuckled the dwarf.
"My hat! Come here you little toe-rag" shouted Gandalf, charging at Frodo.
"You mean you can see it too? This isn't fair, I want to see Frodo!" wailed Aragorn.
"You've only to turn round your highness" Frodo's voice came calmly from behind. Aragorn whipped round. The hobbit stood in a fetching lilac, empire line frock. "Better now?" he enquired.
"Hang on, is Frodo really there or is this a hallucination?" asked Aragorn
"I'm not entirely sure" mumbled Gandalf.
"Just enjoy me while I'm here" whispered the now floating image of the hobbit.
"I can tell I'm going to regret this in the morning" Aragorn mumbled from beneath Frodo's discarded dress.
