Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any characters or places in Lord of the Rings.

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Struggling up two more shaky steps through the thick snow of the Pass of Caradhras, Frodo promptly fell over backwards and rolled to a stop near Strider. The other members of the Fellowship stopped and waited patiently for him to get his balance back.

"Frodo!" called the ranger as he helped the dazed hobbit up. Brushing away snow that dotted his clothing like polka dots, Frodo's hand immediately went to his neck where the One Ring was kept. Eyes widening with the realization that the ring had somehow fallen off, he frantically looked around to see where it had fallen.

Walking a few steps back down the mountain, Boromir picked up a shiny object from the snow and cradled in within his hands. With utter dread creeping up at him, Frodo stopped looking and stared fearfully at the man in front of him.

With a wary look towards the man from Gondor, Aragorn softly said his name to try to snap the man out of his intense concentration at the object in his hands.

"Boromir."

Unfortunately, that did nothing but increase wariness and dread as Boromir continued to gaze intensely.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing." His left hand slowly went up to touch the object. "Such a little thing."

"Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo." commanded Aragorn, finally snapping the Steward's son out of his daze.

With a jolt, Boromir's mind came back to reality and caught up to what his fellow human was saying.

"What?" questioned Boromir as he became confused at the ranger.

"Give the Ring to Frodo." repeated Aragorn as he watched Boromir's face for any signs of complying with his commands.

"I don't have it. I don't have the Ring." replied Boromir in confusion.

Thinking that he was blatantly lying to the rest of the Fellowship, the future King of Gondor started walking towards the Gondorian.

"Give the Ring to Frodo! You cannot wield it. It will destroy you in the end like it did all the others it had come across." warned Strider as he stopped in front of Boromir.

"I DON'T HAVE THE ONE RING!" shouted the man clutching the object in his hands.

Grabbing Boromir's right hand where it clenched into a tight fist over the object he had picked up in the snow, Aragorn proceeded to pry it open.

"ARGH!"

What began as a simple grabbing motion escalated into a full brawl between the two men while the rest of the Fellowship of the Ring stood around them trying to pull them apart. After a flurry of punches, kicks, hair pulling that produced many bruises, sprains, cuts, and scrapes, the triumphant ranger finally shouted with victory raising his clenched fist into the air.

"I GOT IT!"

Leaving the half conscious Boromir in the snow to be helped up by a hand from Gimli, a red faced Aragorn quickly went to where Frodo stood.

Putting the object into Frodo's hands, he started guiding the now unresponsive hobbit up the slope of the mountain.

"Um…Strider?"

"Yes, Frodo?"

"Uh…this isn't the Ring."

With a sudden halt, Aragorn whirled around and checked to see the object. With rising realization he confirmed that the object he wrestled from Boromir was in fact a golden charm against evil.

Uh oh…

"I told…. I told you that I didn't have the Ring." gasped out Boromir as he stood unsteadily on his feet.

With head lowered in embarrassment, Aragorn quickly returned the charm and with a clearing of his throat, started walking up the mountain again without waiting for anyone else.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY THAT EASILY!" yelled Boromir as he started chasing the ranger around.

Sensing that he was about to receive bodily harm, Aragorn started doing all the tricks he could think of to put some distance between him and Boromir.

"COME BACK!" screamed the angry Gondorian putting more and more distance between the rest of the frozen group.

Frodo noticed something glinting in the lazy sun, half buried in the disturbed snow. Reaching down, he picked up a chain that followed with the missing ring.

So that's where it was…

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AN: Ahhh… Another week, another chapter. Funny how quick the week flies by. Wow… 10 chapters… This "story" went on longer than I planned or thought it would. I would appreciate any inputs to which characters I should make fun of… I mean focus on in this story that hasn't been written about yet, next. Thanks.

I admit it would be fun to see the looks on their faces if they read that particular chapter. Wish I have a camera then to catch the moment… PSAT were not that hard but not that easy. In my opinion, English was easier than the Math section. As for how I did… Dunno. Hoping to get a good enough score that would get me considered for admittance to this high school for sophomore year and beyond. Anyway, muchos gracias for reviewing, Riverfox237.

Glad to be of service, helle x. Thanks for reviewing.

PSAT's are way easier than the SAT's (duh! of course they are) and like any SAT, PSAT math section requires you to recall all those equations and stuff from algebra, geometry, and normal math. The English section is just putting in the words that fit the best. Although the words range from normal words to words you never heard of before. In short, PSAT's are a nightmare if you don't remember the proper equations and vocab, but almost a piece of cake if you go over it carefully weeks before it. At least that's my view on it.

Well that is a new piece of info, frodoschick. If you are a rabid fangirl… --crosses my two index fingers into a cross and points it at you --

Well, that's all for today. See you all next week!