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Chapter 2: El Ringwraith

The next day the came to this place called Weathertop. They made camp on top of it and hoped the Blackboards wouldn't be able to see them. All the men went with Aragorn to scout out the area. The hobbits were left with only dinky swords for protection. Then there was a ghastly shriek and some shadows shaped like men glided up the hill. The hobbits scampered up to the highest point of the ancient ruin.

They gathered back to back, as the Riders drew out their swords.

"Adiiiossss, mi amiiiigooosss," shrieked the blacky. Sam ran, yelling at them, but they pushed him aside. Merry and Pippin tried to ward them off, but to no avail. Frodo backed up and being Frodo he fell down. He clutched for the ring and slipped it on. The Witch King of Angmar came up to him and tried to stab him with the lollipop he had been sucking on, but only succeeded in getting tangled up in Frodo's hair. He final

ly remembered his knife, and stabbed him in the shoulder. Then Gandalf came and slashed at them with his sword.

Sam crouched next to Frodo, who said, "I can see the shire, Sam. The Brandywine River, Gandalf's fireworks, Bag End, the lights, and the party tree."

"Waiiiiiiit a minute!" shrieked Sam, "you're not supposed to say that until the end of the movie!"

Frodo sat up. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Okay. We must be moving on!" said Gandalf.

"I will get some kingsfoil to put on the wound. In the meantime you all decide where we should go from here," Aragorn ambled down from Weathertop in search of kingsfoil.

"Well where should we go?" asked Legolas globbing moisturizing cream on his hair.

"What does you heart tell you?" said Gimli.

"I heard that!" came a faint voice from down below. The next day Frodo was feeling worse by the second.

"We must get him to Rivendell, immediately!" screamed Gandalf, booting them down the hill. That night, they stopped at a mini mart for grub and refreshment. Frodo was in a delirium, and was walking around the store swaying and singing to himself. "Ohhh...my darlin'... my...Clementine.. was lost...gone...forever...sorry..." he staggered. The clerk, who was a Hispanic dude with dreadlocks, and about five hundred gazillion tattoos, and six teeth missing was watching him in utter astonishment. But when Froder stole a Fruitopia, he was laughing no more. As they trudged down the lonely path, Arwen came bounding out of the woods on a horse, grabbed Frodo and galloped away blowing Aragorn a kiss.

Aragorn waved, "Bye sweetie!"

"Heyyyyyyyy!" whined Legolas, "She mussed my hair!" And he whipped out a travel-sized can of hair spray, and a dainty mirror. He also grabbed a tiny comb and carefully smoothed down his hair and then sprayed the entire can of spray onto it. By the time everyone stopped hacking and coughing Gandalf had already mounted his horse and was now shouting, "Let's move it along maggots! We must get to Rivendell!"

Meanwhile, Frodo and Arwen were riding full speed toward Rivendell with nine black riders hot on their heels. Arwen kicked the horse into gear four, and stepped on the accelerator. Asfaloth's rocket booster clicked on and they zoomed off. But unfortunately, the rockets only lasted for twenty-five seconds before they ran out of fuel. "Oh patty cakes," screamed Arwen. "I gotta get better boosters," she said pulling up to a gas station. She spent five minutes arguing with the attendant about the best way to fill rocket boosters, and another eleven eating a chocolate bar. By the time she actually got around to leaving, the riders were not far behind.

"Give up the Halfling, She-Elf!" The witch King hissed as he approached the Mobil Mart.

"Oh you caint always get what jou want! Oh yeah!" she sang. She bolted, but this was not her lucky day, because although she had filled the boosters to the max, they still didn't work. She hit them, but to no avail. She galloped to a river and said, "Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!" which made the river flood, and carry away the riders and horses. When Frodo awoke, he found himself lying in a bright room in Rivendell.

Gandalf came in and said, "Art thou hungry?"

"Yes, but why are you talking like that?"

"Thou dost have no knowledge of these pressing tribulations," Gandalf replied hurrying off to get Frodo some food. When he returned he brought roast fowl, peach dumplings, and malt beer. "Is there a significant enough amount of light for thee?" asked Gandalf.

"Not quite. There's room for a little more."

Gandalf drew back the curtain and breathed deeply.

"Breath the free air again, my friend," he muttered.

"Eh? What's that? You know I ain't hearin' as weel ast I used ta," replied Frodo saucily.

"No!" screamed Gandalf! "No more of that bum talk!" Then remembering himself he started afresh. "I mean, if thou wouldst be so kind as to refrain from using such language that may offend such persons who may be entitled to that courtesy."

"What in blue blazes are you saying?" hollered Frodo.

"Never mind," said Gandalf whisking Frodo off to a meeting.

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