Authoresshiding: Thanks very much! I'm glad you liked it, but I'm not sure if I'll stop talking like that. Well, maybe I will. I don't know yet.
aranimanga23: Woot! Thanks for reviewing, I thank you so VERY much! Yes, I will put some Japanese in here, just for YOUU! Zound good? Ok, here's the next chappie, I'm so glad you like it! PS: When your family thinks you're acting insane, tell them to read the story, and then maybe they'll understand.
Here's the next chapster!
Saruman shook his head as he watched Grima ride out of Isengard. "Ho hum," he sighed. "How I've watched him grow up from a low life loser to this. He'll be a good lord of Rohan in no time at all. But first I hafta get rid of dat dude Faramir first. He can't marry Eowyn, or else my plan is ruined. RUINED!" he shouted out. He raced out to his balcony and pushed the button for his hydraulic elevator so that he could try and spy on Gandalf. "Come on, come on!" he yelled impatiently, ramming the button for the top floor about sixty times. The elevator whooshed up speedily without no warning.
"ANY warning!" shouted Frodo. Hey, shut up for once in your life, would you? I'm trying to write a story here! Aren't you supposed to be falling down or something?
"Oh, forget it," replied Frodo. Thank you. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by a VERY annoying hobbit, Saruman reached the top of his tower and stepped out onto the black stone. But alas and alack, he could not see a single thing. A huge cloud was right in the midst of his tower. He fumbled around, trying to push the clouds away.
"Oh, porta potties!" he growled, stumbling in the fog. "Kono kouzento akushuu!" cried in Japanese. ( Translation: This officially stinks! A/N: I don't think that was the right way to say it, but I did my best, so don't get mad) He tried to use his staff to push the mist away, but that did not do a single thing.
"I have it!" said he, "I'll just send it to that big mountain over there." He tried to see Caradhras, but he could not. "Or is it over there? Or maybe there? Darn!" he cried, "I'll just hafta wing it." He spoke some magic words he had learned in Hogwarts, and thanked his dear friend Harry Potter for teaching him all those handy spells. Saruman's eyes welled up with tears.
"Oh, Harry, how I miss thee. I shall write to you sometime so we can get together and hang out. Oh well, moving on," he said, wiping the tears. He then found out that he need Visene for his eyes. 'There's a Visene for that.'
"All this dirt and fire is making my baby blue eyes dry," he complained, moving the clouds towards some object.
But what he did not know was that he had hit the jackpot and aimed right for Caradhras, which, coincidentally, the Fellowship was just climbing up it to get away from him.
"Would you mind slowing down a bit, Sam?" panted Aragorn.
Boromir and Frodo nodded, trying to catch their breaths.
Sam sighed in annoyance. "Fine, but we can't go too slow, you sluggards. I have a boxing match with Slinker at four o' clock, and I can't afford to be late." He turned around and kept pushing though the snow.
Frodo, at the perfect moment, stumbled over his feet and barreled down the mountain right into Aragorn.
"For once in your life can you not fall down, Frodo?" said Aragorn irritably, grabbing his collar and dragging him back up on his feet. Frodo glared at Aragorn and decided he felt like disappearing, so he reached for the Ring on its chain. But he shockingly noticed that it was no longer around his neck. He gasped another one of his girly gasps and yelled really loud, "I'VE LOST THE RING, EVERYONE! I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE!"
The Fellowship turned around and glared at him.
"What? What's wrong, guys?" Frodo inquired.
"Don't you understand?" Merry said, "The enemy thinks you have the Ring. He's going to be looking for you, Frods. They have to get you out of here."
Frodo was very befuddled. "But...I do have the Ring," he said stupidly.
"Not anymore," pointed out Boromir, "You lost it somewhere."
Okie day, there's the next chapster. It was short, I know, but I had to put something up! Don't hert me, please! (BTW, I DO know how to spell 'hurt')