Chapter 9: Spaaaaaaaaghetti!

8. The one ring does not have a husband

'FINALLY' grinned Merry happily, 'We're having spaghetti for dinner'

He was sitting with Pippin, Sam and Frodo in a circle on the floor in the younger two hobbits' for their daily "private eye" meeting (as Pippin liked to call it).

It was November in the year 3018, and the hobbits were staying in Rivendell with the newly formed Fellowship of the Ring.

And so far, the majority of the non-hobbit Nine Walkers found the halflings very strange indeed.

Anyways, on with the story.

'What's so great about spaghetti?' asked Frodo, who tended to be at the receiving end of their pranks, 'Can I PLEASE be in on this one? I swear I won't tell Boromir again, or anyone else, or... I won't say anything about it! Just please tell me!'

'Of course Mr. Frodo' Sam said instantly, 'Anything for you'

Pippin face-palmed.

'So, today we're going to go for rule 8 in Celeborn's book' Merry reached under his bed, pulled the manual out, and flipped to a dog-eared page, 'Read' he said, shoving the book towards the other hobbit.

'The one ring does not have a husband' Frodo read aloud, then tried to figure their prank out, 'So... What does that have to do with spaghetti?'

'Its kinda complicated' Merry replied unhelpfully, 'Just don't tell anyone anything about anything, OK?'

'But-' Frodo trailed off as they were called for dinner, 'Fine'

The hobbits got up and scampered down the halls to the dining hall, where they eagerly started to eat only as a hobbit could.

Frodo didn't even notice his friends sneaking multiple pieces of spaghetti under the table.

1 hour later...

'Merry, I gotta pee' whined Pippin.

The Nine Walkers (minus Gimli, who was called to talk to Elrond that night), were sitting at their daily (nightly I guess... Or eveningly, if that's a word) meeting, which they had everyday (well, that's the point in 'daily' I suppose) to discuss their trip and such.

'Can it not wait?' Gandalf asked the young hobbit.

'Nooo' he continued whining, 'I really need to go.. Please?'

'Fine' sighed the wizard.

'Great!' Pippin hopped up, 'C'mon Merry! Sam, you come too!'

'No, Pippin. One bathroom buddy only' Gandalf said sternly, while Aragorn and Legolas started laughing.

'I need to go too!' Sam exclaimed, and stood up, 'And when you gotta go, you gotta go'

'Just let them go' Boromir said, 'Arguing will just make it take longer'

'Fine' Gandalf looked around, but they had already left, making Frodo feel more annoyed than ever.

In the bathroom...

'Quickly' Merry muttered, annoyed, tying the piece of mushy spaghetti around his friends' fingers, 'You are now...' He finished up and smiled, 'Invisible'

'Great' said Sam, examining his own "ring", 'So no noise, from now on. Let's go'

The three hobbits left the bathroom and tiptoed down the hall to the doorway of their meeting room.

Inside they could Gandalf's booming voice saying something about vegetation or whatever.

'Ready?' Pippin whispered, 'Set, go'

Merry kicked the door open and the three hobbits paraded into the room soundlessly. Around once, twice, they circled three times before anyone talked.

'What are you doing?' Legolas finally lost it.

Frodo broke down laughing, finally figuring out their plan, as Pippin started to explain.

'We're invisible' he said, and held hid hand out, 'See, look. It's Rupert, the One Ring's husband'

'Pippin, that is not a matter to make jokes about' said Gandalf sternly.

Sam tried to fix up the situation, 'It's true!' he blurted out, 'See, look' he stuck out his spaghetti-covered hand, 'Say hello to Matilda, the One Ring's sister, and Kevin' he grabbed Merry's hand, 'The One Ring's uncle'

'We felt bad for Frodo you see' Merry started to explain, then realized it wasn't necessary.

Gandalf was already laughing so hard it wasn't even funny.

Not to mention Frodo, who was laughing so hard tears were pouring down his face. Aragorn still looked skeptical.

'What makes the One Ring a girl?' he asked, while everyone else collapsed into a laughing fit.

Which was the moment Gimli chose to walk in.

Duh duh duuuuuh! A make-it-yourself ending! Wow! Creative, huh? Nah, just less work for me.

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~Archet