Marie's note: Another chappie for ya'll. Hope ya like it! Please, please review. We're lonesome!
Dodo awoke with a piercing pain in his shoulder. "Where am I?'
"Don't you mean who am I?' asked a familiar voice.
"That too," he responded groggily.
"You are Dodo Flaggins of the Choir. You're in the house of Jelrond, in Driven-Dell. And today is the October the 24th, in case you wanted to know."
Dodo sat up in bed, wondering who this person was and why it seemed he had been unconscious for the past few months. And who was Jelrond?
Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat. "Uh, Bingaling…it's only the end of March…"
Dodo's vision cleared and he realized that Bingaling was sitting by his bed, puffing on his pipe. This made sense, since the person who had been talking to him had forgotten what month it was…again. And there was only one person that Dodo knew who did this.
The thing that puzzled Dodo was how Bingaling had gotten there.
"Bingaling, what happened? Why didn't you meet us?" he asked.
Bingaling looked distressed. "Oh, I am sorry, Dodo. I was…delayed."
The gizzard thought back to what had happened earlier…
"A friendship with the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron is not just thrown aside lightly."
Taraman circled Bingaling, who was sitting inside a circle of fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. It was supposed to scare him to death, I suppose.
"You know what, Taraman? You're off your rocker!" Bingaling got up. 'I'm outta here!"
Taraman stood there for a moment, not thinking to call in his cactus minions and completely forgetting his new army of Dorks.
"Come back here! Bingaling the Silvery White! I out rank you!" Taraman watched in dismay as Bingaling simply walked out…taking his long stick thing with him.
"Bingaling?"
He was brought out of his flashback by Dodo's voice. He smiled at him, happy that his little bobbit friend was alive and also happy that he himsBell was also.
"Thanks to the skill of Lord Jelrond, you're beginning to mend."
A tall, old, wrinkly Bell with very scary looking eyebrows (worse than Bingaling's and that's saying something) appeared, trying to smile at Dodo, only it came across as more of a grimace.
Suddenly a tiny, pudgy blur rushed into the room. Before Dodo knew it, Spam was sitting by his side.
"Bless my suspenders, Mr. Dodo! You're awake!" When he said this he snapped his suspenders, then winced as they whacked his chest with a smack.
"Spam here has hardly left your side," commented Bingaling with a smile.
Once Dodo had had a little bit more rest he was summoned to the council of Jelrond. Dodo saw many races from all over Central Earth- Moles, Bells, Men…
"Strangers from distant lands, you have been called here for one reason. Dodo, the mood ring?" Jelrond motioned for Dodo to set the trinket on a low stone pillar. He did so.
Everyone gasped at the sight of the One Mood Ring.
"So it's true," whispered a man. He got up and addressed the council. "It is a gift! Long have the people of Delondor kept the forces of Jeldur at bay! By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Why not use the mood ring to defeat the forces of Jeldur?"
At this remark Strydex leaped up and countered him. "We cannot wield it! None of us can! The mood ring answers to Baron alone. It has no other owner."
Doromir of Delonder turned toward him menacingly. "And what would a mere mysterious woodsman know of this?"
Suddenly a Bell jumped up and shouted, sounding like he was trying to have a deeper voice than he really had, "This is no mere mysterious woodsman! He is Thonagong, son of Bonagong!"
Doromir stared at Strydex. "This is Bahildir's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Delondor. You owe him your allegiance!" The Bell was really getting into his spiel.
Dodo looked at the woodsman with new interest. The weird dirty man with the deep voice who had escorted them from Debris was the lost king of Delondor? Dodo thought that maybe this meant he should take a shower…
"Sit down, Lego-lord-as," said Thonagong, even though he had already sat down. You'd think a king would be a little quicker…
Doromir glared at Thonagong, "Delondor has a king, but Delondor needs no king." He sat down and continued to glare at the woodsman, until he realized that he had said that wrong. 'Wait…"
Jelrond ignored him. "You have only one choice. The Mood ring must be destroyed." Jelrond liked to project, his booming voice bouncing off the stone walls.
"Alrighty then!" A mole, who was famous for creating the latest trends in hair cuts (Moles are very good hair stylists you know), jumped up and tried to cut the mood ring with his clippers, which were swiftly broken into little tiny pieces (the clippers, not the mood ring).
Jelrond rolled his eyes and said, "The mood ring cannot be destroyed by any weapon we here possess, Blini, son of Bloin. It must be cast back into the Toilet Bowl from whence it came." He paused. "One of you must do this."
Doromir put a hand to his forehead and sighed. "One does not simply walk into Jeldur. It is guarded by more than just Dorks. And the great nose of Baron is ever smelling. It is a bed of roses, riddled with fluffy pinkness; the very air you breathe is a poisonous perfume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this."
Lego-lord-as Greentea jumped to his feet…again…and said, "Have you heard nothing Lord Jelrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!"
Doromir started to argue with him. And Blini, thinking that this meant that the Bell wanted to take the mood ring, got mad and moles are known for their tempers. Soon the whole council was arguing and yelling at each other.
Dodo was very distressed and started hearing those voices in his head again. He started to talk to himsBell, which had always helped before.
Ha! Your stupid little friends all hate each other and it's all your fault.
Dodo got mad at the voice in his head. "My fault? It's not my fault. You're the one who told me to agree to taking the mood ring all the way here in the first place. It is not my fault they're arguing. They're arguing about who's going to take it to Jeldur. Haven't you been listening?"
You will take it. You will take the mood ring to Jeldur.
"I will take it? I will take the mood ring to Jeldur?" Dodo yelled. He had never heard such a ridiculous idea in all his life. He scoffed at it.
Much to his surprise, his outburst got quite a lot of attention. Everything got quiet and all of a sudden he had eight people pledging to go with him to Jeldur, including Spam, Mitten and Sad.
"Nine companions…" said Jelrond. "Very well then. You shall be the Mood Ring Club."
Dodo didn't think this was too bad. He figured he'd just slip the mood ring into Spam's bag on the way…
"Great!" exclaimed Mitten. "Where are we going?"
Marie's end note: Well that's it. Hope you liked it. Please send reviews to let us know what you think! Thank you!