Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize (except Lab or Tal). I also don't own anyone you don't recognize (unless Lab, Tal, Culo [or Trinculo, or Trin, or the Trin; same guy {don't ask}], Aramirel, Robi, Feorro, or Anyak decide to show up). I do own Aut. Oh yeah, I don't own the places either (except Aut's cottage or a land called Elene). Also, mostly everyone in this story is totally insane. It's actually quite fun to do that! I'm not sure, but I think the hobbits are evil. Or at least their over-cheerful grins are! And I have absolutely no clue what's up with the swamp-thing.
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Aut continued through the swamp, carefully picking his way around wet patches and puddles and other various odd stuff. He was just about in the middle of the swamp when a commotion interrupted him. He looked up, surprised. Four extremely small people with over-cheerful grins and a larger man were stumbling through the swamp. As he watched, one of the small people who had the most cheerful of the over-cheerful grins fell on his face. Aut picked his way over to the small-person-on-his-face and helped him up. As he did so, the man looked over his shoulder, supposedly to make sure that all the small people were all right. Aut got a good glimpse of the man's face. 'Aragorn!' he said, actually pronouncing it correctly, like only Legolas out of all the people in the movie does. 'I haven't seen you in at least an age.'
Aragorn turned around, started doing a little crazy dance, and sang, Lab-style, 'Someone pronounced my name right, someone pronounced my name right, someone pro-- oh.' He stopped short when he noticed that all four extremely small people were staring at him with over-cheerful grins and Aut was doing so without the over-cheerful grin. 'Mae govannen, Aut. It's just no-one pronounces my name right anymore, so it's a big deal to have someone actually pronounce it right.'
'OK,' said Aut. 'Who are these little short people with the over-cheerful grins? Or, rather, what?'
'We're hobbits,' said the short-person-with-dark-hair. 'I'm Frodo Baggins, that's Samwise Gamgee, that one's Meriadoc Brandybuck, and the one who just fell on his face is Peregrin Took.'
'Hi!' chorused Sam, Merry, and Pippin, grinning over-cheerfully. Their too-cheerful grins looked quite evil in the dim light of the swamp-thing. (Huh? Swamp thing?)
'Ummm . . . hi. Listen, I have to go. Namarie!' said Aut, willing to do anything to escape the too-cheerfully grinning hobbits.
'Namarie, Aut! See ya later!' said Aragorn.
Aut ran (sort of) to escape the over-cheerful grins. Little did he know that the over-cheerful grins would come back to haunt him. (Ooh, foreshadowing! Yay!!) He sort of ran for quite a while until he bonked into a tall person. 'Yay, a tall person! I don't think I could stand another short person, especially a short person with an over-cheerful grin,' he said, quite insanedly. The tall man looked at him oddly.
'Well, then, don't look in front of me. There's a short person with an over-cheerful grin in front of me. Hullo, Aut,' said the man.
'Mae govannen, Menion,' said Aut, for indeed it was Menion. 'How -- oh no, a short person with an over-cheerful grin!' he said, as Flick Ohmsford grinned at him over-cheerfully. 'I must go. Namarie!' he said quite hastily and ran off into the swamp.
'Wait, don't do that!' cried Menion anxiously. 'You'll sink into the mud and -- ' His voice became faint. Aut had taken another leap through space and time, just as the mud started to draw him in.
Aut fell on his face in the water. Opening his eyes, he saw a dead-looking face in front of him. 'That's Gil-galad,' he thought. 'I must be in the Dead Marshes.' A hand suddenly came out of nowhere and pulled him out of the water.
'Don't follow the li -- oh wait, you're not a hobbit,' said the voice belonging to the hand. 'Still, don't follow the lights.'
'Oka--hobbits???!!!!???' Aut said in amazement and unpleasant shock. 'You mean those short people with over-cheerful grins? Oh no! I must flee!' The hobbit with orangish hair grinned at him over-cheerfully.
'I don't think so, Master Aut!' the hobbit said, and jumped on him.
'Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!' screamed Aut. 'I'm being attacked by a hobbit! Oh, save me! Mandos! Elbereth! Help! SOS! Oh, my! Oh, horrors! Help! Aid! Savings! At Wal-Mart! This week! Not really! Help! Get the hobbit off me! He's fat!'
Aid came from an unexpected quarter. A shadow, accompanied by a piercing scream, appeared. 'Wraiths on wingses! Help! Hide!' cried the hand-voice. The hobbits ran over to a small hut that had just randomly appeared, very melodramatically. So did the hand-voice-dude. Aut was left to make another leap in space and time.
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imscble -- thanks for reviewing. It's the first review for the story! Yay!
Please review. Oh and random plot update. The hobbits are evil and everyone's insane except hand-voice-dude (i.e. Gollum) and everyone in the last chapter except Aut. Yay! Insanity! Tal, are you going to do translations or not?
Tal: Fine. Mae govannen -- well met. Namarie -- farewell. I hate my name.
Mac: Shut yer mouf upwardses.
Tal: **shuts up**
Namarie! Nai elen siluva!