Chapter 2: a lot of years later
Frodo Baggins was rummaging through his uncle Bilbo's house, looking for his lost button. He then came upon a pan, a frying pan to be exact. It was old and rusty, but for some reason, it seemed beautiful and the most wondrous thing in the world. It had strange markings running along the handle. Frodo forgot completely about his button and went to talk to Gandalf, who was visiting that week.
"Gandalf, I found this weird frying pan thing and I was wondering if you could tell me what the markings on the handle say, because you're all old and wise and stuff so maybe you could tell me." Frodo said, not taking his eyes off of the pan.
"Give it here." Gandalf commanded. Frodo reluctantly handed over the frying pan. Gandalf looked at it in awe for a moment before saying anything.
"This, Frodo, is the Frying Pan of DOOM! Forged by the dark lord Sauron in the fires of Mount This-was-where-the-almighty-frying-pan-was-made, it was made to control the all-powerful spatulas." Gandalf said, and whipped out his spatula, showing it to Frodo, and then tucked it back into his belt.
"Well, what do I do with it?" Frodo asked. Gandalf then looked serious.
"You must take it to Mordor and cast it into Mount This-was-where-the- almighty-frying-pan-was-made."
"Aw man, I was getting hungry." Frodo complained.
"You must never eat out of this pan, or you will fall into the evil clutches of Sauron." Gandalf exclaimed, looking dangerously serious about this matter.
"Okay, dude. I'll go get Sam, Merry, and Pippin and we'll go to Mordor to destroy it! And in the meantime, eat some mushrooms!" Frodo exclaimed happily and ran out.
Frodo Baggins was rummaging through his uncle Bilbo's house, looking for his lost button. He then came upon a pan, a frying pan to be exact. It was old and rusty, but for some reason, it seemed beautiful and the most wondrous thing in the world. It had strange markings running along the handle. Frodo forgot completely about his button and went to talk to Gandalf, who was visiting that week.
"Gandalf, I found this weird frying pan thing and I was wondering if you could tell me what the markings on the handle say, because you're all old and wise and stuff so maybe you could tell me." Frodo said, not taking his eyes off of the pan.
"Give it here." Gandalf commanded. Frodo reluctantly handed over the frying pan. Gandalf looked at it in awe for a moment before saying anything.
"This, Frodo, is the Frying Pan of DOOM! Forged by the dark lord Sauron in the fires of Mount This-was-where-the-almighty-frying-pan-was-made, it was made to control the all-powerful spatulas." Gandalf said, and whipped out his spatula, showing it to Frodo, and then tucked it back into his belt.
"Well, what do I do with it?" Frodo asked. Gandalf then looked serious.
"You must take it to Mordor and cast it into Mount This-was-where-the- almighty-frying-pan-was-made."
"Aw man, I was getting hungry." Frodo complained.
"You must never eat out of this pan, or you will fall into the evil clutches of Sauron." Gandalf exclaimed, looking dangerously serious about this matter.
"Okay, dude. I'll go get Sam, Merry, and Pippin and we'll go to Mordor to destroy it! And in the meantime, eat some mushrooms!" Frodo exclaimed happily and ran out.