Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and "Aquaman". The Lord of the Rings and other Middle-earth works belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, New Line Cinema, Warner Brothers, Turbine and Standing Stones Games. "Aquaman" belongs to DC and Warner Brothers. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material—original characters, original locations, etc.—belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Frodo slept in his bed. The sound of shears stopped some time ago. Hmm… shears? Frodo opened his eyes. The dread look on his face showed with every step he took. He looked himself in the mirror. This couldn't be right!
"What have you done to my hair?" Frodo cried, horrified.
"Oh, no need to worry. It's just a little fuzz," Aquaman said, coming up from behind.
Frodo turned to face the muscular man in the fishy suit. "What? He said, debating on whether or not to trust him.
Frodo woke up, sweaty. "What a nightmare? Glad it's over."
Aquaman sat on his bed, staring at him with a toothy grin on his face.
"Oh no! What are you doing in my house?" Frodo asked, troubled.
"Right. I'll be going now," Aquaman said, carrying his triton and a lock of Frodo's hair with him. Frodo checked his hair. His curly hair was still there but a lock was missing. What did Aquaman do?
"Aquaman! Nooo!" Frodo cried, not liking this!
Aquaman laughed, leaving Bag End behind him.
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