I apologize for my pathetic attempt at humor. I'm not overly funny.
Chapter 3 – Frodo's POV
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Sam and I were sitting next to the fire. Sam was frying sausages while I was polishing Sting. It was rather tricky considering Sam's fingers were stubbier than mine. I looked around. Two of the Fellowship were missing.
"What are Aragolas and Legorn doing?"
Sam looked over my shoulder. "They're beating each other."
I turned around. "Aragorn" had "Legolas" around his throat, and "Legolas" was pulling "Aragorn's" beard. I laughed. "They're beating themselves, really."
Suddenly, "Aragorn" hit "Legolas" across the face.
"He's going to feel that himself sooner or later," Sam said.
"Legolas" fought back by kicking "Aragorn" in the stomach.
I winced. "But not like that."
After a few minutes, "Gimli" finally broke up the fight. There went that day's entertainment.
~*~
We continued onto the quest. Thanks to Sam's tailoring skills, my clothes now fit Sam's body perfectly. He also altered the other Fellowship member's clothes as well. They were all wearing their own clothes, but they looked so peculiar. Gimli's helmet barely fit Gandalf's head, and Merry's clothes on Boromir's body was quite funny.
"Master Frodo," Sam asked in my voice. "I don't think I will ever get used to the idea of you carrying my pans."
"But it's not me. You're carrying your own pans."
"Yes, but I'm you."
I smiled Sam's cheesy grin. I felt so sorry for him. He was confused even before we left the Shire. "If I tried carrying your pans, I might damage one."
"No you won't, Master Frodo. I trust you."
Slightly embarrassed and honored at the same time (Sam never let *anyone* near his pans), I reached out and took Sam's bag. I gave him mine, and flung the pack onto my shoulders.
Sam took a step back. "That looks better." He grinned, but soon he began to pout.
I will never pout again!
"Sam?" I asked in his own voice, "would you like your pans back?"
Blushing, he kicked the dirt. "Yes."
I should also never blush again!
"Here," I said, giving his pack back to him.
"Thank you, Master Frodo," he replied in my voice. He gave me my own bag back. Throwing the bag over his, um, *my* shoulders, he continued walking.
I wanted my own body back.
"Gimli" came from behind me. "How is the Ring, Frodo?"
I reached into my pocket and pulled It out. "It's still with me," I sighed.
He nodded and caught up with the others.
I looked down at the Ring again, and I saw that the Ring had expanded. Instead of fitting around *my* finger, It could hypothetically could have fit Sam's. I carefully put it back in my pocket and continued with the Fellowship.
Secretly, I hoped that another brawl would break out.
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AN: Well, the Ring *does* change size to fit the wearer. I just thought I should throw it in.
Gimli's next! Thanks, Loralie! :)
Review Responses:
penpunk & Angel 1: Thank you!
Leggy Gurl: I know. I'm trying to make it less confusing, but I don't know if it's working.
El loco uno: Yep, he's clean; although I don't think rolling around in the dirt helped him any. Me like cookies. :)
Loralie: Hehehe. I'll have to do that. Great idea.
I need ideas for the next chapter! What should happen? What about other chapters? I will make this go longer than intended if I get more positive feedback.
Chapter 3 – Frodo's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sam and I were sitting next to the fire. Sam was frying sausages while I was polishing Sting. It was rather tricky considering Sam's fingers were stubbier than mine. I looked around. Two of the Fellowship were missing.
"What are Aragolas and Legorn doing?"
Sam looked over my shoulder. "They're beating each other."
I turned around. "Aragorn" had "Legolas" around his throat, and "Legolas" was pulling "Aragorn's" beard. I laughed. "They're beating themselves, really."
Suddenly, "Aragorn" hit "Legolas" across the face.
"He's going to feel that himself sooner or later," Sam said.
"Legolas" fought back by kicking "Aragorn" in the stomach.
I winced. "But not like that."
After a few minutes, "Gimli" finally broke up the fight. There went that day's entertainment.
~*~
We continued onto the quest. Thanks to Sam's tailoring skills, my clothes now fit Sam's body perfectly. He also altered the other Fellowship member's clothes as well. They were all wearing their own clothes, but they looked so peculiar. Gimli's helmet barely fit Gandalf's head, and Merry's clothes on Boromir's body was quite funny.
"Master Frodo," Sam asked in my voice. "I don't think I will ever get used to the idea of you carrying my pans."
"But it's not me. You're carrying your own pans."
"Yes, but I'm you."
I smiled Sam's cheesy grin. I felt so sorry for him. He was confused even before we left the Shire. "If I tried carrying your pans, I might damage one."
"No you won't, Master Frodo. I trust you."
Slightly embarrassed and honored at the same time (Sam never let *anyone* near his pans), I reached out and took Sam's bag. I gave him mine, and flung the pack onto my shoulders.
Sam took a step back. "That looks better." He grinned, but soon he began to pout.
I will never pout again!
"Sam?" I asked in his own voice, "would you like your pans back?"
Blushing, he kicked the dirt. "Yes."
I should also never blush again!
"Here," I said, giving his pack back to him.
"Thank you, Master Frodo," he replied in my voice. He gave me my own bag back. Throwing the bag over his, um, *my* shoulders, he continued walking.
I wanted my own body back.
"Gimli" came from behind me. "How is the Ring, Frodo?"
I reached into my pocket and pulled It out. "It's still with me," I sighed.
He nodded and caught up with the others.
I looked down at the Ring again, and I saw that the Ring had expanded. Instead of fitting around *my* finger, It could hypothetically could have fit Sam's. I carefully put it back in my pocket and continued with the Fellowship.
Secretly, I hoped that another brawl would break out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
AN: Well, the Ring *does* change size to fit the wearer. I just thought I should throw it in.
Gimli's next! Thanks, Loralie! :)
Review Responses:
penpunk & Angel 1: Thank you!
Leggy Gurl: I know. I'm trying to make it less confusing, but I don't know if it's working.
El loco uno: Yep, he's clean; although I don't think rolling around in the dirt helped him any. Me like cookies. :)
Loralie: Hehehe. I'll have to do that. Great idea.
I need ideas for the next chapter! What should happen? What about other chapters? I will make this go longer than intended if I get more positive feedback.