(A/N: To my dearest Rita, welcome back. To my dearest Rita's internet connection, I slap you with my white glove. And now on to the story.)
Snuggled up with Boromir as I was, the stupid blackbirds were the last thing on my mind. In fact, I was at that moment thinking of thanking them, but I then remembered that they are working with the bad guy. So I didn't. And the snuggling ended far too soon.
Then again, I don't know if you can call it snuggling when you have Hobbits (which are at other times quite adorable) spooning in on your snuggling time. I love the little Hobbits, but really. Can't I get just one moment of quality snuggling? Apparently not. Sigh.
"The road … will be blocked for us. We must…" I heard Gandalf saying, but I wasn't really paying too much attention. After all, I knew where we were going. I knew what was going to happen, and I was dreading it very much.
Then I heard Gimli start talking.
"No!" I yelled. "No, no, no, no. No Moria. Moria bad." I said firmly, and I think that for once Gandalf was glad of my presence. I was again happy. And so we started off to the big snowy mountain.
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"My bag is heavy," I told Rita. "It feels like I'm carrying one of my cats." My cats, as you, the reader, probably do not know, are fat little piggies that I spoil rotten.
"Mine too. I think Oberon followed us." Rita agreed. Oberon is her fat, adorable kitty that we all love.
The rest of the group was making camp, so Rita and I sat down in the grass with a "wumph." The stars were very pretty and nice, but I was more interested in Rita's bag.
"Oh Oberon," I cooed, pulling her bag onto my lap. "C'mere sweetie." I opened the bag. But it was not Oberon. "Yahhhh!!" I screamed, pushing the bag away from me and jumping up. One of the Crebain flew out of the bag swaking like a madman.
Immediately the Fellowship jumped up and the Crebain flew away, running for its life. Before even Legolas could fit an arrow to his bow, it was gone. Everyone looked around severely.
I think Rita and I were about to get into vast amounts of trouble, but I'll never really know for sure, because at that moment my bag began to move. Well, hop it more like it. Or at least it looked like it was trying to hop.
"What is that?" I asked wearily. Most of the things I though I knew had been thrown out the window by now, but I was still fairly sure that bags to not move on their own.
"Pease tell me that this is some magick, Gandalf," Rita muttered.
"This is no magick of mine," Gandalf replied, and he opened the bag with the end of his staff. Another Crebain flew out and chased after his little friend.
"Damn," I muttered to Rita. "We're writing this, and we still didn't see this coming?"
"Jesse, it's inevitable." Rita told me and patted me on the shoulder. "I think this is what they call no plot."
"Really?" I asked. Of course, I've heard of no-plot stories, but this was the first time I'd actually been in one. "Wow."
"What are you two rambling about?" Gandalf snapped at us.
"Nothing," we chorused. We couldn't let them know this was our fault. They already suspected that anyway.
Gandalf gave us the evil eye and went back to strategizing with the rest of the Fellowship.
"Hey Rita," I said, poking her in the arm.
"Yeah?"
"It's night, right?"
"Yeah."
"So orcs can come out, right?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think those ugly things over there could be orcs?" I was pointing to two ugly heads poking out of the bushes.
"Ahh!!" we both screamed as the orcs grabbed us.
The Fellowship looked over in time to see us being dragged off by orcs.
"We have to go after them?"
"Yes."
"Ok then. Let's go."
And the Fellowship started after us.