A/N sorry I haven't updated, I've had so much homework! Oh, who am I
kidding, I've just been lazy. Sorry y'all. No! no southern accents. Ohhhh,
accents. I like accents. British and Spanish and Scottish...
Disclaimer: scene: a short, skinny, blonde girl with an evil smile is holding two copper wires. These wires are connected to various equipment stationed all around the room. It rather looks like a mad scientist's lab. Her grin widens as she is about to attach the wires. "At last my plan is complete!" She attaches the wires and the room buzzes. A huge flash of light and a sonic boom follows. As the light fades and the dust settles, we see that everything in the room has been destroyed. The girl walks over to the broken mirror lying in the corner. Looking in, she says "Nope, still not JRR Tolkien." ( I know its lame but the point is PLEASE don't sue!)
Chapter Three
The hobbits found Strider easily enough and they were off again. Hoping they were going in the right direction, Strider led them onward while congratulating himself on the kill. One might wonder why he had never thought of actually killing him before. Suddenly, a huge mushroom shaped rock came into view. Strider let out a sigh of relief. This landmark he always remembered was on the way to Rivendell. It was there that Aragorn had tried to kick Strider, missed, and broke his toe by accidentally hitting it against a statue. Strider giggled at the memory.
"Hey," shouted Pippin, bringing Strider back into reality. "That looks like a mushroom! I like mushrooms. Can we stop there and eat some, Strider? Please?" Pippin gave him his best Orlando Bloom- I mean puppy dog face and Strider resented.
"OK, if you insist. I don't think we have any mushrooms, though."
"Let's see," said Merry, digging through his stash of food, "We have tomatoes, sausages and nice crispy bacon. Well, the bacon's not crispy at the moment, but it will be. Sorry Pip, no mushrooms to be found."
"That's okay," he shrugged, "bacon will do." And he promptly started to dance the Funky Chicken. Strider did not appreciate that.
"Okay, even I'm not that weird." He said. Frodo (Yes, he is alive, I haven't forgotten about him) widened his eyes in disbelief.
"What do you mean?" he asked "Everyone here is odd in some way. Merry and Pippin are loopy. Stark raving mad they are. You're completely messed up in the brain department, I stroke the Ring at night, Bill just came with us if you know what I mean and Sam," he paused to look tenderly over in Sam's direction "Well, Sam's the exception, she's perfect."
"No way!" shouted Strider, "Samantha is not perfect! She's supposed to be a GUY!!"
"What!" screamed the surprised Frodo, his bright blue eyes opened wide "I didn't know that! Oy Sam, I hate you! I never want to see you again! There, now that's over with" said Frodo contently. Strider looked at the smiling Frodo, sulking Sam and dancing Pippin and Merry (Merry had joined in while Frodo dumped Sam) and decided that Frodo was right, this bunch was loopy. He also decided that he should lead them up to the top of Mushroom hill (Weathertop) and then go to properly decapitate and bury Aragorn.
"FREEZE!!!!" Strider looked at the four hobbits, two of which were in the middle of shaking their booty. He giggled.
"Okay, now go up to the little cave like thing on the side of the hilly thingy that looks like a mushroom, eat you're greasy, fatty and soon to be burnt food and wait for me there. Whatever happens, don't leave! Got that? Don't leave!!" He stared at the hobbits. They stared back. "Oh yeah, you don't have to freeze anymore." And with that, he left.
* * *
After returning to the scene of the murder, chopping Aragorn up into small, bloody* pieces, and burying all of them together and accidentally leaving the nose sticking up out of the ground, Strider started on the long journey back to the food, I mean the hobbits. For some randomly odd reason, Strider decided to run the whole way. As the Weathertop came into view, (Yes, I know that Strider and his companions call it Mushroom hill but us intelligent people, its Weathertop. Yeah, I'm intwelligant!) a scream of a Nazgul reached his ears.
"Oh, I told them not to leave the little cavey thingy, so the Nazgul won't find them." Boy was he wrong. He slowed his pace, getting tired from all the running he had been doing. At about a mile away, he heard another Nazgul cry and Sam shouting "Mr. Frodo!" Strider rolled his eyes.
"I told them not to leave!" he said under his breath. Actually, he was having trouble breathing. I mean, you probably would too if you had ran all the way to Weathertop from some random forest for no apparent reason.
"C-c-can't breath!" he said, "what did that little dwarf from the Lonely Mountain say? Oh yeah! Just keep breathing, just keep breathing, just keep breathing, breathing, breathing. Just keep breathing, just keep breathing, just keep OW!" Strider had been concentrating on breathing so much that he ran right past the entrance to the top of the hill and slammed into the solid rock next to it. Strider fell down, dropping his sword that he had drawn on his way there. He sat there, a confused look on his face. He looked around.
"Where am I? Who am I?" Suddenly, Sam shouted again and it halfway broke Strider out of his daze. "I think I'm supposed to be defending the person that yelled." He said. So he grabbed what he thought was his sword and ran up the passage to meet the Nazgul head on.
What will happen to Strider? Find out when I have more time to type. Now I'm going to bed 'cause my moms making me. Sorry that this took so long. Well, it's not like anyone's reading this anyway. If you are, you're not reviewing!!! Its okay,*sob*, you don't have too. Hey, if I give you the Orli pouty face will you review. Well, it won't be the same coming from me. I wish Orli would give me his pouty face. sigh
Disclaimer: scene: a short, skinny, blonde girl with an evil smile is holding two copper wires. These wires are connected to various equipment stationed all around the room. It rather looks like a mad scientist's lab. Her grin widens as she is about to attach the wires. "At last my plan is complete!" She attaches the wires and the room buzzes. A huge flash of light and a sonic boom follows. As the light fades and the dust settles, we see that everything in the room has been destroyed. The girl walks over to the broken mirror lying in the corner. Looking in, she says "Nope, still not JRR Tolkien." ( I know its lame but the point is PLEASE don't sue!)
Chapter Three
The hobbits found Strider easily enough and they were off again. Hoping they were going in the right direction, Strider led them onward while congratulating himself on the kill. One might wonder why he had never thought of actually killing him before. Suddenly, a huge mushroom shaped rock came into view. Strider let out a sigh of relief. This landmark he always remembered was on the way to Rivendell. It was there that Aragorn had tried to kick Strider, missed, and broke his toe by accidentally hitting it against a statue. Strider giggled at the memory.
"Hey," shouted Pippin, bringing Strider back into reality. "That looks like a mushroom! I like mushrooms. Can we stop there and eat some, Strider? Please?" Pippin gave him his best Orlando Bloom- I mean puppy dog face and Strider resented.
"OK, if you insist. I don't think we have any mushrooms, though."
"Let's see," said Merry, digging through his stash of food, "We have tomatoes, sausages and nice crispy bacon. Well, the bacon's not crispy at the moment, but it will be. Sorry Pip, no mushrooms to be found."
"That's okay," he shrugged, "bacon will do." And he promptly started to dance the Funky Chicken. Strider did not appreciate that.
"Okay, even I'm not that weird." He said. Frodo (Yes, he is alive, I haven't forgotten about him) widened his eyes in disbelief.
"What do you mean?" he asked "Everyone here is odd in some way. Merry and Pippin are loopy. Stark raving mad they are. You're completely messed up in the brain department, I stroke the Ring at night, Bill just came with us if you know what I mean and Sam," he paused to look tenderly over in Sam's direction "Well, Sam's the exception, she's perfect."
"No way!" shouted Strider, "Samantha is not perfect! She's supposed to be a GUY!!"
"What!" screamed the surprised Frodo, his bright blue eyes opened wide "I didn't know that! Oy Sam, I hate you! I never want to see you again! There, now that's over with" said Frodo contently. Strider looked at the smiling Frodo, sulking Sam and dancing Pippin and Merry (Merry had joined in while Frodo dumped Sam) and decided that Frodo was right, this bunch was loopy. He also decided that he should lead them up to the top of Mushroom hill (Weathertop) and then go to properly decapitate and bury Aragorn.
"FREEZE!!!!" Strider looked at the four hobbits, two of which were in the middle of shaking their booty. He giggled.
"Okay, now go up to the little cave like thing on the side of the hilly thingy that looks like a mushroom, eat you're greasy, fatty and soon to be burnt food and wait for me there. Whatever happens, don't leave! Got that? Don't leave!!" He stared at the hobbits. They stared back. "Oh yeah, you don't have to freeze anymore." And with that, he left.
* * *
After returning to the scene of the murder, chopping Aragorn up into small, bloody* pieces, and burying all of them together and accidentally leaving the nose sticking up out of the ground, Strider started on the long journey back to the food, I mean the hobbits. For some randomly odd reason, Strider decided to run the whole way. As the Weathertop came into view, (Yes, I know that Strider and his companions call it Mushroom hill but us intelligent people, its Weathertop. Yeah, I'm intwelligant!) a scream of a Nazgul reached his ears.
"Oh, I told them not to leave the little cavey thingy, so the Nazgul won't find them." Boy was he wrong. He slowed his pace, getting tired from all the running he had been doing. At about a mile away, he heard another Nazgul cry and Sam shouting "Mr. Frodo!" Strider rolled his eyes.
"I told them not to leave!" he said under his breath. Actually, he was having trouble breathing. I mean, you probably would too if you had ran all the way to Weathertop from some random forest for no apparent reason.
"C-c-can't breath!" he said, "what did that little dwarf from the Lonely Mountain say? Oh yeah! Just keep breathing, just keep breathing, just keep breathing, breathing, breathing. Just keep breathing, just keep breathing, just keep OW!" Strider had been concentrating on breathing so much that he ran right past the entrance to the top of the hill and slammed into the solid rock next to it. Strider fell down, dropping his sword that he had drawn on his way there. He sat there, a confused look on his face. He looked around.
"Where am I? Who am I?" Suddenly, Sam shouted again and it halfway broke Strider out of his daze. "I think I'm supposed to be defending the person that yelled." He said. So he grabbed what he thought was his sword and ran up the passage to meet the Nazgul head on.
What will happen to Strider? Find out when I have more time to type. Now I'm going to bed 'cause my moms making me. Sorry that this took so long. Well, it's not like anyone's reading this anyway. If you are, you're not reviewing!!! Its okay,*sob*, you don't have too. Hey, if I give you the Orli pouty face will you review. Well, it won't be the same coming from me. I wish Orli would give me his pouty face. sigh