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The next day they continued to travel along the Great River, but Sam didn't think there was anything great about it. Too much sand, not enough fish, and too much of Gollum, who had now left the Fellowship and was waiting for them to break up.

"Now, who did you say you were again?" Legolas asked Boromir as they set up camp just before the falls of Rauros.

Boromir cleared his throat, and Legolas rolled his eyes.

"I am Boromir, captain of Gondor," Boromir stated proudly.

"Well, aren't you just a monkey's uncle," Legolas retorted.

"Actually, according to Darwin and the way you smell, you probably are," giggled Aragorn.

Boromir turned a beet red and stomped off into the woods.

"Plaid shirts and striped pants rarely make a positive fashion statement," Pippin pointed out to Merry, trying to be helpful.

Merry groaned and threw his hands up in the air. "Serenity now, serenity now!" he cried.

Sam had been whipping up a delectable luncheon, when he suddenly noticed that Frodo was no longer beside him listening to his cooking class. He looked all around him, but the reluctant Ringbearer was no where to be found.

"Drat," he mumbled, "I was just about to show that wuss some good pointers."

Merry popped in next to Sam and eyed his progress for a while. Sam slowly turned to look at him.

"Was there something you wanted?" asked Sam irritably. He had problems with people watching him cook. Merry jumped to attention.

"Reporting for duty, sir!" he said wisely.

"Don't be such a smart-aleck," retorted Sam, throwing more things into the stew.

Merry continued to watch him cook, but Sam said, "Whaddya want, dude?"

Merry scratched his head. "Well...you see, um sir, Frodo is, um, well..."

"Well WHAT?"

"He quit your army."

"WHAT? HE DID WHAT?"

"Just what I said, sir."

"WHAT DID HE DO THAT FOR!"

Merry backed away from Sam. "I, um, he said you're too tough for his needs, sir." Sam growled and curled his fists into balls.

"Now, don't kill the messenger, sir!" cried Merry, starting to run. Sam watched him race away with Pippin into the woods. Soon they were out of sight.

Sam was about to sign Frodo's letter of fealty when he realized that everyone had disappeared. No one could be heard or seen, and there was a stillness in the air that made Sam uncomfortable.

"It's too quiet," he mumbled. "There hasn't been sight or sound of a bird for two hours. Somethin's not right, here." He pondered whether to add some garlic to his stew, which he needed to, because it was very bland and was also in need of some carrots and lettuce and...WAIT! This is no time for stew, folks. Not when there's evil out there chasing your Mr. Frodo. Especially stupid Mr. Frodo. But, if you're his commanding officer, he is your responsibility. Save the cooking for later. With this revelation in mind, Sam sprinted into the woods, fearing of what was out there, but he took no heed whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Frodo was taking a walk to get away from Sam. He was admiring the nice foliage and statues, and how he wished he could bring the outside in and get one of those statues for Bag End, but then he knew it wouldn't fit through the front door, when... he saw Boromir approaching.

If he had been a smart girl, he would have fainted, if he had been Aragorn, he would have called him a name, if he had been Legolas, he would have criticized his hair, but! No. He simply just stood there. Juuust like Frodo does. Stand there.

Boromir continued to approach him. And what do you think he did next? Stand there. And then, what do you think he did after that? You don't need the gory details.

Boromir was picking up wood for the fire as he came closer, and was muttering to himself, "This one's rotten, this one's rotten, this one's rotten, this one is..." he examined it, and Frodo held his breath.

"Rotten," Boromir stated, tossing it into the brush. Frodo deflated like a dead puffer fish. Boromir kept throwing away perfectly good wood, and murdering practically all the wood animals ( such as squirrels, mice, rabbits, and skunks, which needed to be killed anyways) as he was doing it. Frodo was mortified.

"Boromir, that wood is fine," he said.

Boromir jumped ten feet in the air. "Why Frodo, you startled me," he said smilingly. Frodo was a bit worried.

"Um, are you all right? You're acting kinda strange."

"Me? Strange? Oh you're so kind."

Frodo gave him a freaked out look. "Um, I think I'll go finish cooking class," he said, "So I'll see ya later. Ooorrr not." He turned around and started to saunter away.

"Hold it Frodo. Hold it right there," said Boromir in a hard voice.

"What the-" started Frodo. Boromir rushed over to him and grabbed his shoulder tightly, getting close to his face. Frodo wished he would stop having onions for breakfast, and wondered if that was a custom in Gondor. Men. Sheesh.

Boromir said fervently, "Where were you on the night of October the 27th?"

Frodo was bewildered, which, considering Frodo and how tiny a brain he has is quite normal by now, but anyways. "At home?" he guessed. "No, maybe it was in the tavern-WAIT a second here, what difference does it make where I was?"

"You will see," said Boromir creepily. "Oh yes, you will see."

"Quit acting like Gollum, stupid!" yelled Frodo, irritated.

"How DARE you talk to me, the captain of Gondor that way!" shouted Boromir, shaking Frods like a bag 'o peas.

"Don't get so emotional," replied Frodo, who was now started to get really freaked out. "Boromir, I know how you feel," Frodo started gently, (yeah right, as if you know what anybody else is thinking. What are you, some kinda mind reader or somethin?) "But you and I need to realize our differences and talk this out. In other words, you go and get outta here, and I hafta leave and find Mr. Fire-eyes. Get it?"

"Got it," replied Boromir firmly, letting go of Frodo.

"Good," answered Frodo, saluting him army style.

"To battle," said Boromir.

"To battle," replied Frodo, marching off back to the camp. As he turned and watched Boromir run off into the woods, Frodo said to himself, "Here's lookin' at you, kid." He smiled and continued on.

Almost done with the Fellowship of the Ring! Then it'll be The Two Towers, and then the Return of the King... all with different names of course! That is, if I get the chance to write them. They won't be around for a bit, I want to focus more on my other stories. Thanks!