Disclaimer: I don't own anything from LOTR. Nor am I in any way
affiliated with Old Navy, Delia's or any other franchise found at a
shopping center.
Note: "Well, I'm back." Finally. Been suffering from writer's block and general sluggishness ever since Blinding Sun got pulled. Now I'm getting back into the swing of things! YES! I've always loved drawing Frodo and Sam dressed up as girls (as well as the weird look I receive from said doodles) and well.... This story was then spawned. I'd like to warn people that this story contains mild mild mild slash, so if that rocks your boat, don't read. I'd also like to note that if you're not used to writing like a ditzy 13 year old girl, it is extremely hard to do. I hope you all enjoy and please REVIEW!
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"Well, Mr. Frodo! We have finally arrived!" Sam slung his bright turquoise purse over his shoulder.
Frodo stepped out of his and Sam's yellow Volkswagen Beetle and smoothed his hair. "Yes, my Sam, and it's been too long since my last shopping trip! Let us go!"
Frodo and Sam join hands and skip merrily to the front entrance of the spectacular mall.
As soon as they enter, the bright lights and promise of amazing sales confuse them and pull them in different directions. Sam tugged toward Delia's, while Frodo headed for Old Navy. Their joined hands stopped them both short.
"My Sam, Old Navy has the most wonderful work out gear!"
"But Mr. Frodo! Delia's has the latest in fuzzy pants and pretty shirts!"
Frodo put his free hand to his chin, "Well, I suppose I can't argue with fuzzy pants."
They start skipping again toward Delia's and on the way they bump into no one other than Saruman and Gandalf, who were out looking for a Yankees jersey to give Sauron for his birthday.
"Well look who we've got here!" said Gandalf amiably
"Good day, Grampy Gandalf!" greeted Sam.
Gandalf winced at the nickname and Saruman snickered.
"What brings you to the mall on this fine, spring day?" questioned Saruman.
"Samwise and myself need some new spring fashions! These outfits are sooo last age."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, and we must now be on our way. It was nice running into you," Frodo waved and he and Sam continued skipping toward Delia's.
Saruman looked at Gandalf worriedly, "Think we should follow them?"
"No, though I do wish they wouldn't skip and hold hands in public. The Shire Folk had enough trouble getting used to it. Plus, we can't give up on that Matsui jersey! Sauron's birthday is in two weeks and you know how hard it is to find good sports wear!"
Gandalf and Saruman shake their heads and continue walking.
Note: "Well, I'm back." Finally. Been suffering from writer's block and general sluggishness ever since Blinding Sun got pulled. Now I'm getting back into the swing of things! YES! I've always loved drawing Frodo and Sam dressed up as girls (as well as the weird look I receive from said doodles) and well.... This story was then spawned. I'd like to warn people that this story contains mild mild mild slash, so if that rocks your boat, don't read. I'd also like to note that if you're not used to writing like a ditzy 13 year old girl, it is extremely hard to do. I hope you all enjoy and please REVIEW!
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"Well, Mr. Frodo! We have finally arrived!" Sam slung his bright turquoise purse over his shoulder.
Frodo stepped out of his and Sam's yellow Volkswagen Beetle and smoothed his hair. "Yes, my Sam, and it's been too long since my last shopping trip! Let us go!"
Frodo and Sam join hands and skip merrily to the front entrance of the spectacular mall.
As soon as they enter, the bright lights and promise of amazing sales confuse them and pull them in different directions. Sam tugged toward Delia's, while Frodo headed for Old Navy. Their joined hands stopped them both short.
"My Sam, Old Navy has the most wonderful work out gear!"
"But Mr. Frodo! Delia's has the latest in fuzzy pants and pretty shirts!"
Frodo put his free hand to his chin, "Well, I suppose I can't argue with fuzzy pants."
They start skipping again toward Delia's and on the way they bump into no one other than Saruman and Gandalf, who were out looking for a Yankees jersey to give Sauron for his birthday.
"Well look who we've got here!" said Gandalf amiably
"Good day, Grampy Gandalf!" greeted Sam.
Gandalf winced at the nickname and Saruman snickered.
"What brings you to the mall on this fine, spring day?" questioned Saruman.
"Samwise and myself need some new spring fashions! These outfits are sooo last age."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, and we must now be on our way. It was nice running into you," Frodo waved and he and Sam continued skipping toward Delia's.
Saruman looked at Gandalf worriedly, "Think we should follow them?"
"No, though I do wish they wouldn't skip and hold hands in public. The Shire Folk had enough trouble getting used to it. Plus, we can't give up on that Matsui jersey! Sauron's birthday is in two weeks and you know how hard it is to find good sports wear!"
Gandalf and Saruman shake their heads and continue walking.