"I'm bored," Rachel complained to her computer screen late one night as she
beat the only game on her computer for the ten-millionth time. She turned
off her computer and picked up her journal, in which she wrote Lord of the
Rings fanfictions and other randomness.
"I'm going to write myself into the Lord of the Rings!" she said excitedly. She scribbled furiously, then vanished into her notebook in the land of Middle Earth.
She appeared in the gardens of Rivendell. It was a bright, sunny day, and the gardens looked beautiful, elegant, and serene. But Rachel took no time to admire the garden's beauty, as she was on a mission: a mission to find a certain blue-eyed hobbit of the Shire...
"FRODO!!!" she yelled joyously as she turned a corner and found Frodo sitting with Bilbo on a bench. She raced over to Frodo, and hugged him tightly, as Bilbo stared curiously. As Rachel's hug went on, Frodo's face began to turn blue.
"Can't...breathe..." choked Frodo, waving his arms frantically as he was held in Rachel's tight grasp.
"Oh...sorry," Rachel said, immediately releasing him. Frodo took a deep breath, and his face returned to its normal hue, as Rachel attempted to compose herself.
"Who...are you?" Frodo panted, trying to catch his breath.
"I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you, Frodo!" she said, holding out a hand for him to shake. He stared at it for a moment, then slowly and cautiously took her hand, and she shook his hand vigorously.
Ten minutes later...
"Okay, you can let go of my hand now," said an irritated Frodo as Rachel continued to shake his hand with the same limitless energy that she had ten minutes earlier.
"Frodo?" Rachel said, releasing his hand.
"What?"
"I love you," Rachel said, embracing Frodo as Bilbo crept away, glad that he was not the target of her affection.
"Oh brother," Frodo muttered as he was enveloped in Rachel's vice-like grip.
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"Frodo, have you ever considered getting married?" Rachel asked as she followed Frodo around Rivendell.
"No. I am remaining a bachelor forever," the extremely annoyed hobbit replied.
Rachel, thwarted for the moment, was silent for a while, until she said finally, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Very sure."
Rachel frowned.
"Frodo?"
"What?"
"I love you," Rachel said, clinging to Frodo's leg. Frodo struggled to walk as he dragged the clinging Rachel around Rivendell.
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"Frodo?"
"What?"
"I love you."
Ten seconds of silence.
"Frodo?"
"What!?"
"I love you."
Ten seconds of silence.
"Frodo?"
"Wait, don't tell me...you love me."
Rachel grinned. "Yup."
Frodo groaned.
"Frodo?"
Silence.
"I love you."
"Eru save me!" Frodo groaned, as Rachel continued to declare her love to Frodo every ten seconds.
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"I'm going to write myself into the Lord of the Rings!" she said excitedly. She scribbled furiously, then vanished into her notebook in the land of Middle Earth.
She appeared in the gardens of Rivendell. It was a bright, sunny day, and the gardens looked beautiful, elegant, and serene. But Rachel took no time to admire the garden's beauty, as she was on a mission: a mission to find a certain blue-eyed hobbit of the Shire...
"FRODO!!!" she yelled joyously as she turned a corner and found Frodo sitting with Bilbo on a bench. She raced over to Frodo, and hugged him tightly, as Bilbo stared curiously. As Rachel's hug went on, Frodo's face began to turn blue.
"Can't...breathe..." choked Frodo, waving his arms frantically as he was held in Rachel's tight grasp.
"Oh...sorry," Rachel said, immediately releasing him. Frodo took a deep breath, and his face returned to its normal hue, as Rachel attempted to compose herself.
"Who...are you?" Frodo panted, trying to catch his breath.
"I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you, Frodo!" she said, holding out a hand for him to shake. He stared at it for a moment, then slowly and cautiously took her hand, and she shook his hand vigorously.
Ten minutes later...
"Okay, you can let go of my hand now," said an irritated Frodo as Rachel continued to shake his hand with the same limitless energy that she had ten minutes earlier.
"Frodo?" Rachel said, releasing his hand.
"What?"
"I love you," Rachel said, embracing Frodo as Bilbo crept away, glad that he was not the target of her affection.
"Oh brother," Frodo muttered as he was enveloped in Rachel's vice-like grip.
*********
"Frodo, have you ever considered getting married?" Rachel asked as she followed Frodo around Rivendell.
"No. I am remaining a bachelor forever," the extremely annoyed hobbit replied.
Rachel, thwarted for the moment, was silent for a while, until she said finally, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Very sure."
Rachel frowned.
"Frodo?"
"What?"
"I love you," Rachel said, clinging to Frodo's leg. Frodo struggled to walk as he dragged the clinging Rachel around Rivendell.
*********
"Frodo?"
"What?"
"I love you."
Ten seconds of silence.
"Frodo?"
"What!?"
"I love you."
Ten seconds of silence.
"Frodo?"
"Wait, don't tell me...you love me."
Rachel grinned. "Yup."
Frodo groaned.
"Frodo?"
Silence.
"I love you."
"Eru save me!" Frodo groaned, as Rachel continued to declare her love to Frodo every ten seconds.
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