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Night had fallen as Frodo headed towards the lightless Bag End with his friend Samwise Gamgee. They exchanged farewells as Sam headed down the road and Frodo turned into Bag End.
When Frodo stepped into the house, the first thing he noticed was that the window was open and papers were flying everywhere from the wind.
Without warning, a hand shot out from the shadows behind him and grabbed his shoulder. Frodo turned around with a gasp. Gandalf's grave face appeared as he asked urgently, "Is it secret? Is it safe?"
Frodo immediately went to his big chest and started to dig around. His hands latched onto the envelope where the ring was kept. Gandalf's suddenly grabbed the envelope and swifly threw it into the fire burning cheerfully nearby.
"What are you doing?" asked Frodo as he stared at the fireplace.
The envelope quickly blackened and curled up into nothingness as the ring came into view. Gandalf, with a pair of tongs, carefully took the ring out of the fire whiling staring at the little band of gold intently.
"Hold out your hand, Frodo." Gandalf ordered softly. At Frodo's look of apprehension, Gandalf gave him a reassuring look. "It's quite cool." He then released the ring into Frodo's outstretched hands.
What happened next startled Gandalf and left him with a very angry and pained hobbit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Frodo and his hand instinctively balled into a fist over the ring.
Smoke started hissing and the smell of burned flesh was in the air. Frodo dropped the ring on the floor of Bag End while shaking his burned right hand and hopping around. Gandalf was dumbstruck. This was Bilbo's magic ring, right? Gandalf thought frantically as he stepped up to the young hobbit in front of him, trying to calm him down enough so he could take a look at his hand. But Frodo would not be calmed.
"YOU TRICKED ME! I TRUSTED YOU! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, DIDN'T YOU. DIDN'T YOU?"
"Frodo, please calm down. I didn't know this would happen. Let me take a look at your hand. I may be able to heal the damage." Gandalf spoke softly while both his hands were open and outstretched.
Meanwhile, the ring was making the carpet it landed on smoke fiercely. Soon, a spark of fire started, quickly spreading to all four corners of the carpet and then up the walls.
Gandalf grabbed Frodo's injured hand while Frodo twisted and turned to try to get the Grey Wanderer to release it.
"Frodo, please settle down." pleaded Gandalf. "It was an accident."
"NOOOOO!" yelled Frodo. "YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!"
But before both of them can say or do anything more, they both noticed the flaming walls, furniture, and floor.
Frodo temporarily forgot about his injured hand as he rushed in and out of different rooms, trying to save all of Bilbo's valuable things.
Gandalf, knowing the fire will quickly cut off any chance of escape from the hole in the hill, rushed to Frodo.
"We have to leave now! Bag End will soon be consumed by flame and us with it if we don't hurry!" shouted Gandalf over the roaring of the fire.
Before Frodo can react, he was dragged out of Bag End with the few possessions he had managed to save with the wizard.
Sam Gamgee, Frodo's friend and gardener, soon rushed over to them. "Are you all right, Mr. Frodo?" asked Sam as he checked his fellow hobbit if he had sustained any injuries.
"I'm all right, Sam." replied Frodo tiredly as he was finally released by Gandalf, his tired gaze fixed upon his ruined home.
"Gandalf, everybody was right to give you the label 'Disturber of the Peace'."
Wails of the Nazgúl were soon heard. The Quest was stopped before it even begun.
AN: Well, got this out barely in time. Don't really know if this is really funny compared to the others, but I guess it will do. Let me know if this chapter was too serious. Yummy! Popcorn shrimp and my favorite kind of cookies! Thankies, Riverfox237. Gives randomrohanfreak 100 pounds of bomb dust Just in case you need it. Glad you liked it, KIM and J.Shou.