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Freddy: Oh Gandalf, can you come here for a sec?
Gandalf: Whatever is it? (Walks up steps, Freddy is standing at the top of the steps, waiting for the right moment to drop a bucket of paint on Gandalf)
Freddy: Three..two...
Tamara: Gandalf, Frodo needs help, he can't reach the top shelf
Gandalf: coming! (Goes back downstairs)
Freddy: Damn it! (Let's go of paint bucket which hits random person#456)
Random Person#456: Ow! (Drops down dead)
Freddy: Oh well! On to plan B!
Chapter 6: Complaining And More Complaining
Everyone was waked up very early in the morning, and there was much complaining, and groaning. Especially from Freddy, he refused to get up until he had at least twelve hours of sleep, so Strider "gently" woke him. By "gently" I mean, he ran out of the rom, came back carrying a bucket of ice cold water, and poured it on him. That woke poor Freddy up, and since no one else really wanted to have water poured on them, they all got up too.
"Bitch," Freddy growled at Strider, who glared but said nothing.
Tamara and Brittany started giggling, Freddy gave them the death ray glare, and was disappointed when they didn't blow up or melt. Strider said that he needed to get a few provisions before they left, so he walked away and went to go do his grocery shopping, leaving the other's to sit in the room, and stare into random space.
Merry, and Pippin were engaged in a suspenseful battle of rock, paper, scissors. Tamara and Glen were watching them, cheering and egging them on. Frodo was in fact staring into random space, and Sam was watching Frodo, concern on his face. Freddy was watching Sam and Frodo, no doubt thinking about gay hobbits, at least that's what it looked like to Brittany, who was watching Freddy.
Soon Strider reappeared with a bunch of bags with the label Meijer on them.
"I didn't know Meijer existed in Middle-Earth," Brittany whispered to Tamara.
"Me neither," Tamara whispered back.
"Okay, I got all our food, and a horse to carry it, his name is Bill. Now we can get started," Strider announced.
"Finally, you know, you could have woke me up after you went grocery shopping," Freddy said, standing up from the floor. Strider stayed silent, but rather fiercely pushed some of the grocery bags into Freddy's arms.
Strider then walked out of the room, gesturing for them to follow. Once everyone was ready to head out on the trail, they all left Bree behind, and into the forest.
"How do we know this Strider, is a friend of Gandalf?" Merry whispered to Frodo, once they had entered the forest.
"We have no choice but to trust him," Frodo answered.
"But where's he leading us?" Sam whispered.
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, to the house of Elrond," Strider said loudly.
Sam blushed in embarrassment, Merry and Pippin looked scared that he could hear so well.
"He has super-hearing," Pippin whispered to Merry, who nodded in agreement.
"Did you hear that, Bill? Rivendell! We're going to see the Elves!" Sam said in a baby voice to Bill the pony. He had come very attached to that horse over the few hours, he insisted on being the only one who led Bill, and fed Bill, and basically the only one who did anything with Bill.
"Who's a cute horse? Who? That's right! You are my little cutsey, wootsey, poo," Sam said in baby talk.
Freddy shuddered, he thought Sam was a very strange and terrifying Hobbit.
"My feet hurt," Pippin complained around noon.
"So do mine," Merry mumbled.
"My nose itches," Frodo complained.
"Yeah, well my fingernail polish is starting to chip, so stop your complaining!" Sam growled. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and looked at Sam, he was looking at his nails, which everyone now noticed were painted a bright cherry red.
After everyone had remembered how to breathe, they continued down the path.
After a few hours, Pippin complained again, "my feet still hurt."
"I got a blister," Frodo moaned.
"The hair on my feet is dirty, does anyone have shampoo?" Merry asked, looking at his feet.
Tamara, Freddy, Glen, and Brittany were all very grossed out by this comment, and quickly walked by Merry, so they were behind Frodo.
They stopped eventually, and the Hobbits all got out their cooking gear.
"Gentlemen, and ladies we do not stop until nightfall," Strider said, looking at them.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin asked.
"You've already had it," Strider said confused.
"We've had one yes, but what about second breakfast?" Pippin asked yet again.
Strider stared at Pippin blankly, and left without a word. The Hobbits sighed sadly, and packed all their cooking gear up,
"I don't think he know about second breakfast Pip," Merry said sadly.
"What about Elevenses? Luncheon, Afternoon Tea, dinner, supper, he knows about them right?" Pippin asked worriedly.
"I wouldn't count on it," Merry sighed.
An orange came out of nowhere, heading straight for Merry, who caught it, and gratefully stared munching on it. Another orange came flying and hit Pippin in the head.
"Pippin!" Merry said exasperated.
Pippin rubbed his head, but picked his orange up, cleaned it off on his shirt, and ate it. Other oranges came flying from the air, until everyone but Freddy had caught one.
Freddy wasn't paying attention to what the others were doing, he was to busy sharpening his knives. When he was done, he stood up from the ground, and noticed that everyone was munching on oranges.
"Hey! Longshanks! Don't I get an orange?" Freddy called to Strider.
One last orange came hurling from the air, only this one was aimed low, and his Freddy square in the groin.
"Gah! Man, that's been a popular place these past few days," Freddy groaned.
Everyone munched on their orange as they followed Strider through more woods, and thickets, and swamps.
"Waaaahhhh, my pants are ruined! Look at them, there completely covered in mud," Frodo wailed, looking at his pants which were indeed covered in mud.
"Ah quit your whining, we all have mud covered pants, so get over it you pansy!" Freddy growled.
"Well excuse me, but at least I don't fawn over my hair all day," Frodo retorted.
"Yeah right, like I fawn over my hair," Freddy laughed.
"Oh my! What's that? Oh no it is! It's a speck of dirt in your hair!" Frodo cried, pointing at Freddy's head.
Freddy gasped and started batting at his head, trying to clean off the imaginary speck of dirt.
When Freddy finally realized that Frodo was lying, he mumbled, "I hate you," and "accidently" tripped the hobbit, so that he fell in a pool of swamp water. This kept the rest of the group very entertained, until they reached their destination, Weathertop.
Author's Note: Sorry I've not been updating, school, and well I'm just lazy anyways, but I WILL be continuing this story! I WILL!