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stories or chapters on this site. I really don't know why, but it has
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Anyway, I said I would dedicate this story to all my wonderful, lovely, amazing reviewers who have followed this story from start to not-finish. So here you go:
I, Sinead a.k.a LegolasLover, hereby dedicate this story, What Happens When Frodo Swallows the One Ring, to all my reviewers. I love you guys!!
So..... Ummm... yeah... *ahem*
Here is the seventh chapter ------
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Aragorn reached the camp a few minutes later. He looked around for Boromir, Legolas and Gimli, who were nowhere to be seen. Pippin and Merry however, came prancing over in the way that only hobbits can, and said, "Wow! Strider, did you take a bath?"
Aragorn chose to ignore that comment and went to sit on a nearby log. Merry and Pippin followed him.
"Go away hobbits. I am trying to come up with a plan for revenge."
"Uh, begging your pardon Strider, but we have been know to be good at planning stuff," Pippin said.
"Oh, really? I thought you had a reputation as an idiot to uphold and that might get in the way of thinking and planning effectively."
Pippin looked hurt. Merry put his arm over Pippin's shoulder.
"How DARE you insult Pip!?"
Aragorn ignored the hobbits and sat in silence. Pippin winked at Merry, and broke down in tears. (A/N: Okay... very out of character, but who gives a poo?)
Merry patted Pippin on the back. "It's alright Pip. I'm sure he didn't mean it..."
Aragorn looked up. "Oh, for the love of Gondor! Alright, you can help me!" Pippin stopped crying and Merry smiled.
"Really?"
"YES! Jeez!"
The hobbits high-fived and grinned. "YES!"
Aragorn sighed. "Okay. If you're going to help me, you better do it properly. That means-"
"Wait a second. Who are we getting revenge on exactly?"
Aragorn looked surprised.
"That stupid elf Legolas, Gimli the idiot dwarf and that bloody annoying excuse for a man, Boromir, of course..." Pippin and Merry exchanged glances. "Oh, um, never mind then. We don't wanna help you anymore."
"For Pete's sake, make up your bloody minds!!!"
The hobbits cringed and hurried away to their tents, leaving Aragorn by himself again. The ranger sat for hours, thinking of every possible revenge plan he could. Everything he came up with seemed to involve Boromir, Legolas and Gimli experiencing gruesome bloody deaths. He decided that that was slightly over the top, and settled for a slightly less painful idea......
********That Evening in the Forest (Sam and Frodo are searching for firewood)********
"Oww! Sam, watch where you're going!"
Sam pulled himself from the floor, rubbing his head and looking around.
"Sorry Mister Frodo, but you shouldn't take off your cloak. I cannot see you." he announced.
"I AM wearing it Sam!" Frodo replied. Sam looked confused.
"Then where are you? I- you... I tripped over you, so you must be nearby, and yet you say that you are still wearing the cloak? This is a problem indeed."
Suddenly, Sam felt something connect softly with his face. A fist. "Mister Frodo?"
"Yes Sam?"
"Did you just punch me?" Sam queried.
"No- well yes... But at least you know that I am here. And I am still wearing the cloak. I will prove it."
There was the sound of a clasp being undone, and suddenly a light brown cloak flew through the air and landed at Sam's feet. Sam looked surprised. He picked up the cloak, examining it closely. Then, placing it back on the ground, Sam held out his hand.
"Mister Frodo, take my hand. We must find Gandalf at once."
********Meanwhile********
Aragorn was sitting alone at the outskirts of the campsite, smoking a pipe and surveying Boromir and Gandalf as they went about cooking the fellowship's dinner. At the opposite end of the camp, Legolas and Gimli were having a sword-to-axe practice fight. Merry and Pippin, who looked slightly drunk, were watching, and appeared to have placed bets on who would win. Whenever Gimli got a hit in, Merry would cry out and punch his fist in the air, and when Legolas made a score, Pippin would cheer.
Aragorn shook his head, disapproving, and took a puff of his pipe. He exhaled, sending wisps of light grey smoke curling in all directions. Legolas marked Gimli, and the match seemed to be over. Pippin looked rather happy. The Elf and Dwarf put away their weapons, and made their way over to where Aragorn was. They took seats beside him, one on either side. Aragorn decided that it was the right time to put his revenge plan into action.
"Legolas," he spoke, "and Gimli. My friends. I would like to say that the previous events of today were rather rude, but have been forgiven. And I have also decided that I would like to go for another. 'bath'. or a swim as you might put it. Tonight if you would. I would like to attempt to recover my boot."
Gimli looked at Legolas suspiciously. The Elf replied, "Will Boromir be joining us?"
"Naturally."
The Dwarf and Elf again exchanged glances, before Gimli called Boromir over to the group. Aragorn explained his "idea" to Boromir and they all agreed to go that very night.
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There! This wont be too much longer I don't think. But then again, when has anything I think been correct? Uh, yeah.....
Well, there aren't any questions really! But:
The Noble Platypus: I like that idea. I don't really have any others except for the one Lily Greenleaf left, so that my be the next one I write. Look out for it some time soon after the completion of this fic!
Lily Greenleaf: Great idea! You can look out for it after I have finished this, and written The Noble Platypus's idea. which may take a while. But don't worry! I WILL do it!!
Oh... and this was from chapter 5, but oh well!:
Tiny Tim: Yes, you are right. I am a girl. Just clearing that up...! :D
Anyway, I said I would dedicate this story to all my wonderful, lovely, amazing reviewers who have followed this story from start to not-finish. So here you go:
I, Sinead a.k.a LegolasLover, hereby dedicate this story, What Happens When Frodo Swallows the One Ring, to all my reviewers. I love you guys!!
So..... Ummm... yeah... *ahem*
Here is the seventh chapter ------
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Aragorn reached the camp a few minutes later. He looked around for Boromir, Legolas and Gimli, who were nowhere to be seen. Pippin and Merry however, came prancing over in the way that only hobbits can, and said, "Wow! Strider, did you take a bath?"
Aragorn chose to ignore that comment and went to sit on a nearby log. Merry and Pippin followed him.
"Go away hobbits. I am trying to come up with a plan for revenge."
"Uh, begging your pardon Strider, but we have been know to be good at planning stuff," Pippin said.
"Oh, really? I thought you had a reputation as an idiot to uphold and that might get in the way of thinking and planning effectively."
Pippin looked hurt. Merry put his arm over Pippin's shoulder.
"How DARE you insult Pip!?"
Aragorn ignored the hobbits and sat in silence. Pippin winked at Merry, and broke down in tears. (A/N: Okay... very out of character, but who gives a poo?)
Merry patted Pippin on the back. "It's alright Pip. I'm sure he didn't mean it..."
Aragorn looked up. "Oh, for the love of Gondor! Alright, you can help me!" Pippin stopped crying and Merry smiled.
"Really?"
"YES! Jeez!"
The hobbits high-fived and grinned. "YES!"
Aragorn sighed. "Okay. If you're going to help me, you better do it properly. That means-"
"Wait a second. Who are we getting revenge on exactly?"
Aragorn looked surprised.
"That stupid elf Legolas, Gimli the idiot dwarf and that bloody annoying excuse for a man, Boromir, of course..." Pippin and Merry exchanged glances. "Oh, um, never mind then. We don't wanna help you anymore."
"For Pete's sake, make up your bloody minds!!!"
The hobbits cringed and hurried away to their tents, leaving Aragorn by himself again. The ranger sat for hours, thinking of every possible revenge plan he could. Everything he came up with seemed to involve Boromir, Legolas and Gimli experiencing gruesome bloody deaths. He decided that that was slightly over the top, and settled for a slightly less painful idea......
********That Evening in the Forest (Sam and Frodo are searching for firewood)********
"Oww! Sam, watch where you're going!"
Sam pulled himself from the floor, rubbing his head and looking around.
"Sorry Mister Frodo, but you shouldn't take off your cloak. I cannot see you." he announced.
"I AM wearing it Sam!" Frodo replied. Sam looked confused.
"Then where are you? I- you... I tripped over you, so you must be nearby, and yet you say that you are still wearing the cloak? This is a problem indeed."
Suddenly, Sam felt something connect softly with his face. A fist. "Mister Frodo?"
"Yes Sam?"
"Did you just punch me?" Sam queried.
"No- well yes... But at least you know that I am here. And I am still wearing the cloak. I will prove it."
There was the sound of a clasp being undone, and suddenly a light brown cloak flew through the air and landed at Sam's feet. Sam looked surprised. He picked up the cloak, examining it closely. Then, placing it back on the ground, Sam held out his hand.
"Mister Frodo, take my hand. We must find Gandalf at once."
********Meanwhile********
Aragorn was sitting alone at the outskirts of the campsite, smoking a pipe and surveying Boromir and Gandalf as they went about cooking the fellowship's dinner. At the opposite end of the camp, Legolas and Gimli were having a sword-to-axe practice fight. Merry and Pippin, who looked slightly drunk, were watching, and appeared to have placed bets on who would win. Whenever Gimli got a hit in, Merry would cry out and punch his fist in the air, and when Legolas made a score, Pippin would cheer.
Aragorn shook his head, disapproving, and took a puff of his pipe. He exhaled, sending wisps of light grey smoke curling in all directions. Legolas marked Gimli, and the match seemed to be over. Pippin looked rather happy. The Elf and Dwarf put away their weapons, and made their way over to where Aragorn was. They took seats beside him, one on either side. Aragorn decided that it was the right time to put his revenge plan into action.
"Legolas," he spoke, "and Gimli. My friends. I would like to say that the previous events of today were rather rude, but have been forgiven. And I have also decided that I would like to go for another. 'bath'. or a swim as you might put it. Tonight if you would. I would like to attempt to recover my boot."
Gimli looked at Legolas suspiciously. The Elf replied, "Will Boromir be joining us?"
"Naturally."
The Dwarf and Elf again exchanged glances, before Gimli called Boromir over to the group. Aragorn explained his "idea" to Boromir and they all agreed to go that very night.
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There! This wont be too much longer I don't think. But then again, when has anything I think been correct? Uh, yeah.....
Well, there aren't any questions really! But:
The Noble Platypus: I like that idea. I don't really have any others except for the one Lily Greenleaf left, so that my be the next one I write. Look out for it some time soon after the completion of this fic!
Lily Greenleaf: Great idea! You can look out for it after I have finished this, and written The Noble Platypus's idea. which may take a while. But don't worry! I WILL do it!!
Oh... and this was from chapter 5, but oh well!:
Tiny Tim: Yes, you are right. I am a girl. Just clearing that up...! :D