Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I wish I did because then I
would be rich, but no – I don't own any of them. Although I do own the far
out stupid names, do I get any money for that??
I did warn you about the stupid part of it, you didn't have to read it! I hope you're happy now AJ, I wrote this at ten o'clock in the evening for you, along with the first chapter!
Chapter 2: The Noise...
The noise wasn't very far off, in fact it seemed very close. The grumpy old man, who happened to be a war hero from the Third Age, got extremely scared, wet himself and ran behind Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman.
Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was very annoyed by this childish and immature action so he turned and said "If you don't stop fooling around like this I will either kill you or abandon you, come to think of it, if I abandon you, you would have a chance of getting out – OK, it has been decided by the committee of me that if you irritate me in any way on this here journey, or at any other time in this life, I will kill you."
Just then, from no where, Galadriel walked onto the set and up to Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman and said "This task was appointed to you, if you do not find a way, no one will." In her calm and soothing tone.
"Well how am I supposed to find the way if I've got him tagging along?" he said back, pointing rudely at the grumpy old man, who was now inspecting his feet and how long the hair had got.
"Hey, I didn't say find THE way, I said find A way, don't twist my words, fool."
"Yes miss, sorry miss." He said innocently. (is that the right word?) As an afterthought he added "Can't I just kill him anyway, and then say it was an accident?"
"No, Sam here, must live, your life is bound to his fate, if he dies... so do you."
"Really?"
"No, I just made it up, sounded good though didn't it?"
Not wishing to get on the bad side of Galadriel he said "Yes, very."
The grumpy old man had problems with reaction time, it could take him up to ten minutes to realise that someone had cussed him down, and a further thirty to think of a comeback. He had just noticed that there was a lady, who seemed familiar, talking to Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. It took him a further three minutes to realise that his name had been mentioned.
"What was that about me?" he asked stupidly. "Do I know you?" he said to Galadriel.
"Erm... Yes, you do know me, remember? You came into my house, ate my food, looked into my mirror and broke it, got totally drunk with all your sad little friends, jacked (nicked, stole, borrowed without asking and having no intention of returning) our best cloaks, refused to turn Eminem down... shall I continue the list?"
After a few minutes in which Sam needed to register what she had said, he finally nodded eagerly for her to carry on with the list
"Oh, I can really not be bothered with you, Sam. Anyways, Frodo, where were we?"
"Erm... Excuse me?"
"Oh, did you fart? Not to worry, I can hold my nose."
"No, I did not fart." He said indignantly, trying to keep his pride.
"So why did you say excuse me if you didn't fart? Did you burp? Do you need the toilet?"
"No, No, It was a question and not a statement."
Galadriel, who was never very good at English, didn't quite understand the full meaning of this, so she said "What?"
"What I meant was that I am not Frodo, are you lost?" he asked inquisitively.
"Erm... I'm looking for Frodo Baggins, have you seen him?"
I did warn you about the stupid part of it, you didn't have to read it! I hope you're happy now AJ, I wrote this at ten o'clock in the evening for you, along with the first chapter!
Chapter 2: The Noise...
The noise wasn't very far off, in fact it seemed very close. The grumpy old man, who happened to be a war hero from the Third Age, got extremely scared, wet himself and ran behind Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman.
Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman was very annoyed by this childish and immature action so he turned and said "If you don't stop fooling around like this I will either kill you or abandon you, come to think of it, if I abandon you, you would have a chance of getting out – OK, it has been decided by the committee of me that if you irritate me in any way on this here journey, or at any other time in this life, I will kill you."
Just then, from no where, Galadriel walked onto the set and up to Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman and said "This task was appointed to you, if you do not find a way, no one will." In her calm and soothing tone.
"Well how am I supposed to find the way if I've got him tagging along?" he said back, pointing rudely at the grumpy old man, who was now inspecting his feet and how long the hair had got.
"Hey, I didn't say find THE way, I said find A way, don't twist my words, fool."
"Yes miss, sorry miss." He said innocently. (is that the right word?) As an afterthought he added "Can't I just kill him anyway, and then say it was an accident?"
"No, Sam here, must live, your life is bound to his fate, if he dies... so do you."
"Really?"
"No, I just made it up, sounded good though didn't it?"
Not wishing to get on the bad side of Galadriel he said "Yes, very."
The grumpy old man had problems with reaction time, it could take him up to ten minutes to realise that someone had cussed him down, and a further thirty to think of a comeback. He had just noticed that there was a lady, who seemed familiar, talking to Superintending Tokillthegrumpyoldman. It took him a further three minutes to realise that his name had been mentioned.
"What was that about me?" he asked stupidly. "Do I know you?" he said to Galadriel.
"Erm... Yes, you do know me, remember? You came into my house, ate my food, looked into my mirror and broke it, got totally drunk with all your sad little friends, jacked (nicked, stole, borrowed without asking and having no intention of returning) our best cloaks, refused to turn Eminem down... shall I continue the list?"
After a few minutes in which Sam needed to register what she had said, he finally nodded eagerly for her to carry on with the list
"Oh, I can really not be bothered with you, Sam. Anyways, Frodo, where were we?"
"Erm... Excuse me?"
"Oh, did you fart? Not to worry, I can hold my nose."
"No, I did not fart." He said indignantly, trying to keep his pride.
"So why did you say excuse me if you didn't fart? Did you burp? Do you need the toilet?"
"No, No, It was a question and not a statement."
Galadriel, who was never very good at English, didn't quite understand the full meaning of this, so she said "What?"
"What I meant was that I am not Frodo, are you lost?" he asked inquisitively.
"Erm... I'm looking for Frodo Baggins, have you seen him?"