Title: Golden and Delicious
Rating: G
Characters: All the fellowship, except Gandalf, but mostly Frodo and Boromir
Synopsis: It is a Parody of the parting of the Fellowship.
"I'll fetch the wood, shall I?" Merry said when Aragorn asked, while setting their camp up for the night, if someone would get wood for fire.
"No, I will!" Pippin interjected.
"No, I shall," Merry countered back with a huff.
"Why don't you go help Sam unpack, I shall go get the wood," Boromir said.
"All right," Merry and Pippin both mumbled unhappily.
Boromir sighed and smiled weakly at Aragorn, who was taking things out of the Lorien boats Galadriel had given to them as gifts. He then went deeper into the forest and began picking up sticks.
Frodo was wandering around the woods, doing the same thing, though none knew that. He stopped when he heard footsteps and drew Sting. Frodo let out a small sigh when he saw that it was not glowing blue, though he did jump when someone said, from behind him, "Hello Frodo."
The hobbit turned around. "Hello Boromir," Frodo said.
"What brings you away from the camp?" Boromir asked.
"Well, I was getting wood," Frodo replied.
"Do they know you were, because that is what I am here to do," Boromir said.
"No. I need time by myself, Boromir," Frodo said.
"It is dangerous for you to be alone, Frodo," Boromir said, his eyes glazing over slightly.
Frodo clasped his hand protectively around the prize that hung around his neck.
"Let me see it, please," Boromir, whined.
"No!" Frodo exclaimed, pulling the golden doughnut and he stuffed it into his mouth and ran off.
"NOOOOOO!" Boromir cried falling to the ground, "Frodo no!"
Frodo did not hear – he was already far away. He had to leave – Frodo knew they would be here soon.
So Frodo left the woods the fellowship was camping in and that was the last anyone every saw of Frodo, the doughnut bearer.