Ok. Here is the second part of the third chapter. I have decided to start
answering reviews at the end of each chapter, so if you have any questions,
you know where to look for the answers. Sorry about the length of the last
chapter... this one will be fairly short too. I just thought that the last
one seemed like it should end there, so I made it into a two part chapter.
Sorry if I'm confusing you, but here you go anyway: The second part of the
third chapter of this particular story!! Plz review!
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*** Legolas shuddered as he ran off. "I pity those poor fools," he muttered.***
"Boromir," whispered Aragorn, "We have to get out of here!"
Boromir thought for a second, a rather hard feat, considering Gimli was still singing extremely loudly and off key. "Try to break your bonds by rubbing the rope up and down on the tree bark."
The men quickly cut their bonds and proceeded to strangle Gimli. The dwarf could not fend off two men at once, and so was forced to slowly suffocate while they squeezed his throat.
Gimli had turned a rather lovely shade of blue, when Merry burst through the bushes. Aragorn and Boromir jumped back and drew their weapons. They looked around for the offender. Boromir spotted Merry and put his sword away. Aragorn followed suit. "What are you doing here?" he growled.
"Saving Gimli, by the looks of it," Merry replied and looked at Gimli suspiciously. Gimli coughed and attempted to stand, his face still a deep shade of blue. He leant against a tree, breathing hard. Aragorn looked at Gimli, then at merry, then at Boromir. Boromir glanced at Aragorn, and they both ran.
"Thankya... laddie," Gimli breathed. Merry whacked Gimli on the back a few times, while Gimli tried to get over his coughing fit. When Gimli appeared to have recovered, Merry spoke.
"What in the name of Sauron was going on here?"
"Gandalf, he told me to sing."
"He told you to sing?"
"Ai, to Aragorn and Boromir. They failed their tasks."
Merry looked horrified.
"You don't suppose everyone will have the same... fate... do you?" he asked.
"Nay, for I would not risk singing again. Not when my voice is so despised in everyone's ears."
"A wise choice it seems," came the soft voice of a nearby elf. Legolas stepped out from the shadows. "Gandalf wishes for us to return to camp at once."
He led Merry and Gimli out of the forest and back to Gandalf.
"The tasks are over now," Gandalf explained. He seemed to be back to his normal self. "You may go. Master Brandybuck, did you complete your task of constructing a hobbit-sized one room hut out of grass and sticks?"
Merry looked at the wizard. He thought for a minute. "... Yes. I- umm, I did," he lied. Gandalf stared at him for a moment. Merry blinked innocently.
"Very well then. You may go too. Get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us." ...... * * * * *Later that night, In Sam and Frodo's tent* * * * *
"So, Mister Frodo," Sam started, "What became of the ring?"
Frodo gulped. He looked at Sam and then at the chain around his neck where the ring had hung only hours before. "Sam, you may not believe this, but I swallowed it," he admitted.
"YOU WHAT?! Mister Frodo, this is serious! What are we going to do?"
"Well, I just figured that I would wait around for it to pass through my body, and-"
"MISTER FRODO! THE RING OF POWER IS IN YOUR STOMACH!" Sam cried.
"I understand that Sam, but everything will be alright. It cant take long for something so small to pass through a hobbit's system, can it?"
Sam shook his head. "Who knows what that ring could do to you while it's inside your body. Mister Frodo, what if it kills you?" he whispered.
"SAM! It's not going to kill me. Just... don't tell the others, alright?"
Sam nodded. The two hobbits heard footsteps from outside their tent.
"Would you be quiet in there? Some of us are trying to get to sleep."
The hobbits were silent. Aragorn walked off muttering about inconsiderate hobbits and pretty elves.
"Don't worry Mister Frodo. Your secret is safe with me," Sam assured.
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K. There it is. The second half of the third chapter. Hope you like!! Now, like I said, I will be answering questions at the end of each chapter. The only one I have at the moment is from crazyrabidfangurl01. She asks: "Why didn't everyone get to show their acts?"
Well, basically it's partly because I couldn't think of any other stupid acts and partly because I wanted to have a reason to make Gandalf win the contest so that he could be evil. He is the only one(apart from maybe Aragorn) who I can imagine asking Frodo to rub his back or Pippin to carve amusing faces in bananas. So there you go. Question answered. Please review, and keep reading!!
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*** Legolas shuddered as he ran off. "I pity those poor fools," he muttered.***
"Boromir," whispered Aragorn, "We have to get out of here!"
Boromir thought for a second, a rather hard feat, considering Gimli was still singing extremely loudly and off key. "Try to break your bonds by rubbing the rope up and down on the tree bark."
The men quickly cut their bonds and proceeded to strangle Gimli. The dwarf could not fend off two men at once, and so was forced to slowly suffocate while they squeezed his throat.
Gimli had turned a rather lovely shade of blue, when Merry burst through the bushes. Aragorn and Boromir jumped back and drew their weapons. They looked around for the offender. Boromir spotted Merry and put his sword away. Aragorn followed suit. "What are you doing here?" he growled.
"Saving Gimli, by the looks of it," Merry replied and looked at Gimli suspiciously. Gimli coughed and attempted to stand, his face still a deep shade of blue. He leant against a tree, breathing hard. Aragorn looked at Gimli, then at merry, then at Boromir. Boromir glanced at Aragorn, and they both ran.
"Thankya... laddie," Gimli breathed. Merry whacked Gimli on the back a few times, while Gimli tried to get over his coughing fit. When Gimli appeared to have recovered, Merry spoke.
"What in the name of Sauron was going on here?"
"Gandalf, he told me to sing."
"He told you to sing?"
"Ai, to Aragorn and Boromir. They failed their tasks."
Merry looked horrified.
"You don't suppose everyone will have the same... fate... do you?" he asked.
"Nay, for I would not risk singing again. Not when my voice is so despised in everyone's ears."
"A wise choice it seems," came the soft voice of a nearby elf. Legolas stepped out from the shadows. "Gandalf wishes for us to return to camp at once."
He led Merry and Gimli out of the forest and back to Gandalf.
"The tasks are over now," Gandalf explained. He seemed to be back to his normal self. "You may go. Master Brandybuck, did you complete your task of constructing a hobbit-sized one room hut out of grass and sticks?"
Merry looked at the wizard. He thought for a minute. "... Yes. I- umm, I did," he lied. Gandalf stared at him for a moment. Merry blinked innocently.
"Very well then. You may go too. Get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us." ...... * * * * *Later that night, In Sam and Frodo's tent* * * * *
"So, Mister Frodo," Sam started, "What became of the ring?"
Frodo gulped. He looked at Sam and then at the chain around his neck where the ring had hung only hours before. "Sam, you may not believe this, but I swallowed it," he admitted.
"YOU WHAT?! Mister Frodo, this is serious! What are we going to do?"
"Well, I just figured that I would wait around for it to pass through my body, and-"
"MISTER FRODO! THE RING OF POWER IS IN YOUR STOMACH!" Sam cried.
"I understand that Sam, but everything will be alright. It cant take long for something so small to pass through a hobbit's system, can it?"
Sam shook his head. "Who knows what that ring could do to you while it's inside your body. Mister Frodo, what if it kills you?" he whispered.
"SAM! It's not going to kill me. Just... don't tell the others, alright?"
Sam nodded. The two hobbits heard footsteps from outside their tent.
"Would you be quiet in there? Some of us are trying to get to sleep."
The hobbits were silent. Aragorn walked off muttering about inconsiderate hobbits and pretty elves.
"Don't worry Mister Frodo. Your secret is safe with me," Sam assured.
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K. There it is. The second half of the third chapter. Hope you like!! Now, like I said, I will be answering questions at the end of each chapter. The only one I have at the moment is from crazyrabidfangurl01. She asks: "Why didn't everyone get to show their acts?"
Well, basically it's partly because I couldn't think of any other stupid acts and partly because I wanted to have a reason to make Gandalf win the contest so that he could be evil. He is the only one(apart from maybe Aragorn) who I can imagine asking Frodo to rub his back or Pippin to carve amusing faces in bananas. So there you go. Question answered. Please review, and keep reading!!