Chapter 3 is here :-)
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I've had serious writer's block this week, which resulted in me sitting and staring at my laptop until I thought of something to write... so I apologise if the humour is somewhat lacking in this chapter.
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Lord of The Ringtones
Chapter 1: Flight to the Ford Part 1
Arwen was a blur as she raced through the halls of the House of Elrond, her dress billowing behind her. She was so concentrated on her destination that she did not even stop to apologise to the unsuspecting servant she barrelled into as she skidded round the corner. Ignoring the indignant shouts echoing behind her, she pressed on.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't realise she had passed the door of the room she was heading for. As she doubled back, she turned a corner and bumped (quite literally) into her father, who yelled in shock.
"Arwen!" he said, once he had gotten over his surprise, "I was coming to look for you, I sent for you many minutes ago!"
"I know Ada, I came as quickly as I could. What is it?" she demanded, suddenly taking note of her father's worried expression. Elrond sighed and gestured to the door behind him, which stood slightly ajar. Arwen stepped around him and entered the room – which she now recognised as her father's study. At first she was at a loss as to what she was supposed to be looking at, until her keen eyes spotted a blinking light coming from the side table in the corner of the vast room. Hurrying over to it, she identified the light as the voice-mail notification, and clicked the button, before sitting down in a nearby chair and waiting nervously for the message to play. A few moments passed before the machine crackled and she was startled by a familiar voice calling out.
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"He's going cold!" cried Sam, anxiously feeling Frodo's cheek. Aragorn grimaced and turned away, his brain running through possible plans of action at lightning-quick speed. Struck by a sudden idea, he threw his pack down and began rummaging through it, throwing the things he was removing over his shoulder, where they landed in a haphazard pile on the ground. Finally he found what he was looking for, and pulled out a battered-looking phone. Wiping away the dried mud that splattered the screen, he pushed the power button as hard as he could, as if sheer force could will it to life. When nothing happened, he walked over to a nearby tree and whacked the device sharply against the back several times. All that he achieved was causing a large crack to appear down the glass screen, and he threw it away from him in frustration.
A shrill cry rang out behind him, and Aragorn whirled on the spot, fearing it to be Frodo. What he was faced with, however, was Pippin rubbing his forehead with an irritated look on his face.
"Do you think you could watch where you're throwing things next time, Strider?" the Hobbit said, staring reproachfully at the ranger.
Aragorn ignored him and pushed past him to where Sam stood, bent over his master, his brow furrowed in concern. Aragorn took him by the shoulder and pulled him round to face him.
"Sam," he said quietly, with a hint of urgency that Sam noticed immediately, "Do you have a phone?"
Sam looked surprised, then his face fell.
"I don't, Mr Strider, for mine got spoilt when it dropped in the Brandywine river," the Hobbit replied sadly, glancing back at Frodo, as if checking he hadn't died in the seconds he'd been parted from his side.
Aragorn growled in frustration, before an idea came to him.
"Does Frodo have one?"
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I split this into 2 parts b/c it was a bit long for my liking otherwise – besides, it gives me more time to actually make it funny...and update evenly throughout the week. Part 2 on it's way soon! Xx
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Meg xxx