Marie's note: Here is the next chapter, hope you like. The reason we got three chapters published in one day is because we have way too much time on our hands. We might not be so regular in the future, so just an FYI. Enjoy!
Rochelle: Gosh this chappie is hilarious. lol
"Look! The Inn of the Stampeding Elephant! Finally we can stop and get some rest!" exclaimed Dodo.
The four bobbits were drenched from the rain that was pouring down on them. They had reached Debris, much to their relief, and though it wasn't the tidiest town (what can you expect from a town called 'Debris'?) they hoped they were safe from the strange riders that smelled like those murderous flowers.
"But I thought we were supposed to go to the Inn of the Prancing Pony…" said Spam.
"SHUT UP!" yelled the rest of them. Now they understood Bingaling's frustration.
"Ow!" the plump little bobbit exclaimed upon being pelted with Mitten's wax fruit.
The group entered the inn, which was filled with the smell of pipes and the sound of calls for more ale.
"Hey, this reminds me of the good old Red Lizard, back in the Choir. I wonder if they sell pints." Mitten, accompanied by Sad, looked around in wonder, relieved to find that the rest of the world appreciated good food and atmosphere as much as the bobbits.
Dodo approached the tall counter, trying to get the attention of the owner. "Excuse me," he said.
A round face appeared above the counter and it smiled. "Oh! Good evening, little masters. If you're seeking some rooms we have some nice bobbit sized accommodations available, Mr.…uh…" He waited for Dodo to respond.
"Uh, Baggins. My name is Frodo Baggins. We're friends of Bingaling the Silvery White. Could you tell him we've arrived?" Dodo thought his fake name was incredibly clever. Like there were actual bobbits walking around with the name 'Baggins'! Ha!
"Baggins, eh? Hmm…" Mr. Butterbiscuit thought for a moment. "Bingaling? Bingaling…" Suddenly he remembered. "Oh yes! I remember now. Old coot, long silvery beard, pointy hat!" He smiled and nodded.
Dodo relaxed a little at hearing this response.
"I've not seen him for six years!"
Dodo's face fell at this comment, but he didn't lose hope. He and Spam (Mitten and Sad had already gone in search of food) settled down with some drinks.
"He'll be here, Spam. Don't worry," said Dodo reassuringly.
"I smure hope smo…" he said, his face buried in the huge mug. Apparently the Stampeding Elephant didn't have bobbit sized utensils.
Dodo shrugged and guzzled a bit himself, waiting for the gizzard to arrive.
Little did he know that Bingaling was attending to some business of his own. Bingaling ran to a big thing (still not quite sure what you would call it). A tall figure cloaked in long, flowy, creamy-colored clothes came down the steps to meet him.
"Why if it isn't Bingaling, the Silvery White!" The high squeaky voice resonated irritatingly around the courtyard, the sound slightly resembling that of nails scraping a chalkboard.
Bingaling bowed low, partly out of respect, and partly because the sound made him double over in pain. "Taraman, the Creamy Meannie."
The two gizzards started to walk together, through Taraman's rather extensive collection of rare cacti (just don't try to climb them), discussing recent events. Bingaling sought council about the Mood Ring.
"So," said Taraman, "the Mood Ring has finally been found and all these years it has been in the Choir."
Bingaling nodded, chuckling slightly at his idiocy.
"Bingaling, the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron's forces have been growing."
This made Bingaling a might confused. "How do you know this?" he asked. They had since gone inside Taraman's building thing (like I said, not quite sure what it is).
"I have seen it," replied Taraman slyly.
They approached a covered object.
Bingaling immediately recognized it. "These are dangerous to use! They are not all accounted for!"
Taraman was slightly angered by this comment and said, "Why shouldn't we use it?"
Upon elaborately pulling off the cover, a…dun, dun, dun…COMPUTER was revealed!
"Because we don't know who else might be watching," replied Bingaling, covering it up again, but not without seeing a picture of the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron himself in his mind.
Taraman seated himself in a tall, cactus-shaped chair. "The minutes are later than you think, Bingaling."
Bingaling, not quite understanding this comment, stood with a bewildered look on his face.
"The Five have left Plus Morgul." Once again, Taraman's squeaky voice made a loud grating sound as it echoed off the walls.
"The Five!" exclaimed Bingaling in shock.
"They will hunt down the mood ring…and kill the one who carries it!"
Bingaling gasped. "Dodo!" He turned to leave but Taraman closed the large doors made of cactus with, I believe, his mind powers. Never underestimate a cream-color dressed guy with a high squeaky voice, especially if they have mind powers that control cactus covered doors.
"You didn't think a mere hobbit could contend to the will of Baron, did you?"
"You mean bobbit," Bingaling interrupted.
"I was monologuing and you interrupted me!" whined Taraman.
Bingaling shrugged. "Well, you made a grammatical error. They're bobbits, not hobbits. Who's ever heard of a hobbit?"
Taraman grumbled, but continued. "ANYWAY, we must join him, my dear friend, Bingaling. We must join the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron!"
"Tell me, friend," said Bingaling, "When did Taraman the Creamy Meannie abandon all madness for reason?"
"I don't think that's right."
Bingaling thought for a moment and then said, "Oh yeah!" He resumed his deep booming voice. "When did Taraman the Creamy Meannie abandon all reason for madness?"
This ticked Taraman off a little. He's kind of had a history of anger management issues, although his therapist had been saying he'd been doing very well. Anyway, this comment put him over the edge.
The two gizzards broke out into a huge fight but no matter how hard Bingaling fought with his long stick thing, Taraman obviously had the upper hand, what with all the man-eating cacti walking around. I told you they were a rare species.
"I gave you the chance to join me, but it looks like you've selected the way of major prickliness and pink fluffiness!" Taraman motioned for his cactus minions to bring out his secret weapon.
"Not the stuff animals! So much pinkness! NOOOO!"
Post note: Well that's all for now! Thank you for your reviews so far. R&R!
Rochelle's Note: In case u ppl r confused, and some of u mite be: This is my story, my plot, my characters etc…Marie just put into words. Lord of the rings is her thing, and Phantom of the Opera is more mine. But yeah.