Oh my gosh! So many Vonderful (Wonderful) reviews! Thank you! Here's the next chapster for ya!

Authoressinhiding: Yeah, I liked the ones where the Geco talked, too... I wonder why they don't do that anymore...

StringynKel: I'm glad you like the story and continue to review! Thank you!

Jousting Elf with a Sabre: Thank you for reviewing, yet again! Hope you don't die from laughing too much, though! He he he!

'Ere's the next part!

"Quit rubbing it my face, Boromir! I know I lost it, and that isn't helping anything when you repeat me!" said Frodo. (But what's really painful is that he just said he knew that he lost it, but before he said that he DID have it! By this time you're realizing, I hope, that Frodo isn't the smartest character under the sun) He started looking for the Ring on the ground.

"Everyone search for the Ring!" ordered Sam, striding back to the spot where Frodo had fallen.

They all dropped on the ground and started rummaging through the snow. After about forty-five minutes, Legolas yelled, "I got it, I got it!"

Everyone was very excited and relieved until he continued, "Oh, wait, it's only a Dr. Pepper can. Never mind. False alarm, everybody!" he called out shamefacedly, throwing the can behind his back.

They all scowled at him and continued searching. Finally, Gimli saw something shining in the snow. He dug for it, and pulled out the Ring (Taa-daa!). "I found it, everybody!" he hollered, holding it up for everyone to see.

Frodo slowly reached for it. "Give it to me," he said in a low voice.

Gimli recoiled.

"Gimli," Frodo said again, "Give me the Ring!"

Gimli slowly put his hand back out and Frodo snatched it. He put it back around his neck.

"You must understand. The Ring is my burden," Frodo sad sadly.

"Okay, people, let's get a move on, here!" said Sam, getting up and brushing himself off.

The spell broke and the company kept pushing forward. They kept going up until it started to snow. It started lightly at first, but soon it was a howling and whirling snowstorm. The Fellowship wrapped their cloaks around themselves and kept pushing through.

"When do think it will stop, Gandalf?" Boromir asked, who was carrying both Merry and Pippin.

"Do not ask me questions!" the wizard shouted back over the whistling wind.

"Why don't we just tune into WTIC News talk 1080 and hear the seven day forecast?" said Sam cleverly.

Everyone stared at him as if he were insane. Pippin, meanwhile, was pondering the reason of life. "To be or not to be, that is the question," he said, his face growing white with cold.

"Oh, be quiet," replied Boromir, aggravated.

"No back talk, bucko," warned Sam, pulling his cloak closer to his body.

"Jerk," muttered Boromir under his breath. Suddenly, a strike of lightning hit the peak above them and sent snow tumbling on top of them. They shrieked and yelled and cried for their mommies, but to no avail. They were quickly smothered in a soft blanket of snow.

Legolas was the first to pop out of the snow. "I feel, like I'm back at the Green Dragon, after a hard day's work," he said, pushing the snow away.

"Only," grimaced Boromir as he was pulling himself out; "You've never done a hard day's work. You always are primping your hair or globbing face cream on."

"Or guzzling down thirty mugs of beer and getting drunk," continued Gimli, also coming up from the snowfall.

"Ninety-nine mugs of beer on the wall, ninety-nine mugs of beer!" sang Pippin, brushing the excess snow off of himself.

Aragorn finally pushed his way to the open, and Boromir thought that this was a good chance to show that he was better than him.

"I came up before you did, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" he taunted, pointing at Aragorn, who, despite the fact it was below thirty (darn that forecaster, he said it was going to be a high of forty with partly cloudy skies) , turned a ruby red. "So what? How does that make you better than me?" he said angrily.

Frodo popped up and yelled, "Better than I, you MORON!"

"Oh, stuff it," said Aragorn crossly, stuffing poor Frodo back under the snow.

"It makes me better than you because I pushed my way up first, and that concludes...Ta-da! That I am stronger than you. Take that, you black bellied infant!" shouted Boromir.

Aragorn started to cry and hit the snow. He accidentally hit poor Frodo, who was trying to get back up to the surface, but when Aragorn hit him, he was sent back into Winter Wonderland. 'Oh, joy,' he thought; 'now probably Santa Claus and his reindeer are going to appear and start handing out presents. Well, that wouldn't' be too bad, because I have been wanting a b-b gun. But he most likely wouldn't give me one, cause I haven't been on the best of behavior.' He was quite downcast.

"We cannot stay on this mountain!" shouted Sam to Gandalf, "We must go through the Mines of Moria, or Saruman will kill us!"

"No, he has no power anymore," replied Gandalf, putting his hat back on.

"Yes, he does!" retorted Sam.

"Um, no, he doesn't," snapped Gandalf.

"Yes he does."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he DOES!"

"No he DOESN'T!"

"Hey guys," Merry broke in, "This isn't helping anything. We all know that Saruman is still in power and is making a whole bunch of super orcs and is going to destroy the kingdom of Rohan and that he's going to give Eowyn to Grima and-"

"We get the point, Merry," Pippin interrupted. "If anyone were to ask my opinion, which I know they're not, I would say we are taking the long way around. Guys, we could go through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome," he said proudly.

"But, Balin is not your cousin," said Frodo, befuddled.

"And I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice," put in Gandalf.

Everyone looked at him. "Well... maybe I don't have another choice," he said timidly. "Oh well, looks like we're going through the Mines of Moria, folks." He motioned for them to turn around.

"Zounds like a plan to me," said Aragorn contentedly.

"I'm in," added Boromir.

"You have my bow," offered Legolas.

"And my axe," put in Gimli.

"But do I have you, that is the question," Gandalf said. The four were quite befuddled, as usual.

Merry decided that trudging down that hill again would be a nightmare, so he whipped out his cool dude snowboard and went flying down the mountain. "Wheeehaaa!" he shrieked, passing the startled Fellowship.

"Hey, wait for me!" cried Pippin, pulling out his snowboard and following him.

"I want me one of those!" shouted Boromir.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I might have known," growled Gandalf menacingly.

Ok, there was that chapster. Review, review!