Chapter 17: A Brief Mention of A Flying Steak

A flying steak came out of nowhere and hit Frodo in the face.

"See! I told you I could hit him," crowed Uncle Rico to Kip.

Well, yes, hitting someone in the face with a steak while sitting on a porch shows you have a good arm and are a good shot, but what a waste of food! Do you have any idea how much a steak costs?

Then again, seeing how much Uncle Rico loves steak, he'll probably just ignore the whole five second rule and eat the steak anyway.

Frodo sighed, "Sam, I'm tired of this."

"What? Steak hitting you in the face?"

"Of course not. I mean, I want to go home, Sam."

Sure you do—at least until you get hunted down by orcs, run into a strange fellow with two personalities, get nearly eaten by a spider, and have your finger chewed off. (Sounds like a picnic.) I think through all that you'd probably wish you were back in Idaho.

"I wish we could go home too, Mr. Frodo. But how do you think we're going to do that?"

Uncle Rico strained to hear what the two "kids" were talking about. "Hey!" he shouted. "Secrets don't make friends and friends don't make secrets!"

Like they were ever your friends in the first place.

Then Sam got an idea. "Mr. Frodo, I remember seeing a strange thing in the house. Mr. Kip said that it was a time machine. Maybe that can get us home!"


"It says that you need to put the crystals in that thing," read Sam as Frodo sat with the metal bar between his legs.

I hope those are the right crystals…

Frodo picked up the clear rocks. "Are you sure? These don't look…well, they don't look right."

"Oh no, Mr. Frodo, not those crystals. These ones." Sam picked up the correct crystals and handed them to Frodo. "They look like the one Gandalf has on his staff. That means they're full of magic. Right, Mr. Frodo?"

"I suppose," Frodo replied, setting them in their proper place.

Whew! That was a close one, if you know what I mean…

"Alright," said Sam, reading again from the instructions. "Make sure the bar's in place and then I'll flip the switch. Ready?"

"I'm ready, Sam. Let's go home. Now flip the switch!"

Sam obeyed and…

…the author of this fic leaves you with a cruel cliffhanger! Oh no!

TBC…

A/N: Well, that was a really short chapter. But hey, they can't all be long, can they? Variety's good, right?

Wow, they keep changing the way things are done on this site! It's confusing me! cries