Chapter 6 - The Old Forest
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Chapter 6: The Old Forest
Frodo- Himself
Sam- Fiona
Merry- Meara
Pippin- Riga
Tom Bombadil- Dario Bmocnarf
Goldberry- Mami Bmocnarf
The next morning, Frodo was awoken to Meara standing over him with a candle in hand. “WHAT!? Am I dreaming?” said Frodo, still shaken and bewildered.
“It’s time to get up! Fiona is already making breakfast, and believe it or not, even Riga is up! We still have to saddle the ponies, we want to leave before dawn,” whispered Meara as she hurried out the room.
“Wait!” yelled Frodo.
Riga appeared at the doorway and subsequently glared at Frodo with disgust. Frodo grimaced and got up to put on his clothes.
After a hurried breakfast, the group was ready to set off. Meara went in front with the packhorse and, after a quick goodbye to the house, they made it to the stables where they quickly readied their ponies. They mounted and were soon riding off into the mist. They trod in silence through the gloom until the menacing hedge was perceivable.
“Ohhh, scary!!!!” moaned Fiona.
“How do we get through that, Brandybuck?!” inquired the pipit Riga.
“Follow me and you will see,” whispered Meara as she turned to the left along the hedge.
“That rhymes!!!” squeaked Fiona.
Soon they came on a point where the hedge bent inwards. A cutting some distance lay ahead and it slowly sloped down into the ground in front of a high gate.
“Well???!” whined Riga.
Meara got down, unlocked the gate, and allowed the others to pass. “Now we leave the Shire behind, you are outside, and along the edge of the Old Forest,” she stated solemnly.
Riga quickly nudged Fiona in the ribs “Surfer trees, eh?”
Kiri: I will not have Canadian poseurs in this story!
~*^*~ Due to technical difficulties the regular authors of this…story, yes, let us call it that- are no longer in charge. So, you will be seeing an irregular amount of blood and Mr.Frodo being the idiot he is and getting himself hurt… completely on his own…accord…
Have fun. ~*^*~
Riga, being the wench that she is, snorted at her own comment. Luckily, none of you will ever truly know the horror of Riga’s snorts. The poor pony that Meara had saddled for Frodo jumped in alarm. Bucking, he threw Mr.Frodo completely off his saddle (almost, as Mr. Frodo’s foot had been caught) and trailed him along as he blindly ran around in circles.
The other three hobbits (RIGA) sat on their ponies and leisurely commented on how long Mr.Frodo would last.
Well, all except Meara who had suddenly found the sky interesting and continued to stare until one of Mr.Frodo’s yelps startled her into reality.
“HOLY TATERS! RIGA, FIONA! WHY HAVEN’T YOU TWO DONE ANYTHING?!” She cried.
Another snort from Riga, “Because I have good money placed on how long he’ll last- Blast woman, what the hell do you think you are doing?!” Riga retorted as she tried deftly to hold back Meara.
The pony, now tired from Mr.Frodo’s weight, slowed down and finally stopped.
“Noooooooooooo! I’ve just lost my dinner for three nights!” moaned Riga. Fiona chuckled and shook hands with the dinner-less Took and then screeched as a teary-eyed Riga made a mad attempt to slap Fiona’s forehead.
“Would you two just stop and help me!” yelled an exasperated Meara.
Picture three hobbits standing around a half-dazed and mangled hobbit lying in the dirt, all too disgusted to get close and help him
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!” Exclaimed Riga.
“Oh why thank you for that Riga, we all sorely needed it!” snapped Meara, obviously miffed.
Riga nudged Fiona, “You like him, Fiona?” Riga gave another nudge.
“No! I like Brandon(Lord Geoffrey/Elrond)! Meara can…err, deal with this…mess?”
“HE IS NOT A MESS…” Meara looked at the bloodied Mr.Frodo and tried to make out where the arms were.
Another snort from Riga. Meara, who had had enough of all this by now, whacked Riga across the head. Fiona found a daisy. Riga spun around, found her footing and lunged at Meara. Meara ducked.
Meara: Go me!
Riga turns and managed to land a tremendous kick at Meara’s stomach.
Fiona, who had been oblivious to the entire fight so far, proceeded to find a stick and poke Mr.Frodo while exclaiming, “Ooh! Squishy! Reminds me of my puppy Sammy!”
Kiri: Kill him, kill him!
Meara pulls a face and tries to punch Riga. Riga takes a few steps back to avoid the blow and trips over a mushroom. Meara, swiveling from missing Riga, turns to regain her balance and is met with the sight of-
“Guys! I think it’s still alive!” Fiona gives Mr.Frodo another good poke.
Meara jumped up angrily. “He is not an “IT”! Fiona, step away, you’re hurting him!”
Another good poke, “Oh, I don’t think he’s doing very well,” said a meek Fiona who was pushed violently out of the way by Meara.
*^* Sometime later on *^*
The hobbits had continued on their way. Mr.Frodo had not regained consciousness and Meara was obviously miffed.
“I’m hungry,” Riga complained out of no where, “I haven’t had my elevensies, and we can’t have me starving!” She slumped in the saddle and proceeded to moan in protest in hopes that someone would throw food at her.
“Shut up you daughter of a Took, or I’ll feed you to the trees!” shouted Meara.
“Trees don’t eat hobbits you nitwit…” Riga suddenly got an evil look and turned towards Mr.Frodo.
“TOG!” Mr. Frodo was violently thrown out of the saddle and steadily falling towards a very pretty camphor tree. Somewhere along the way he regained consciousness. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” he screamed girlishly.
Meara turned around angrily but her face quickly paled.
Fiona finds another daisy.
Riga is laughing in pure delight like a child whose mischief has succeeded.
Suddenly, the camphor tree’s roots opened up and quickly began to pull in Mr.Frodo. Fiona’s daisy seemed to become smaller as she realized she was being picked up into the air by a branch. Meara was running to save Mr.Frodo when another branch curled around her foot and had her dangling in the air.
Roots shot out and grabbed Riga, pulling her into the ground, suddenly, an apple she didn’t know she had fell out of her pocket. Her current dilemma forgotten, Riga tried to reach out for it, but to her horror-
“It’s too far! NOOOOOOOOOO!” She cried, and desperately clawed out to her lost apple.
Meara didn’t like that, “Forget about the stupid apple, Riga! We’re being eaten by a tree!”
“Well, there’s no better way to go than munching on a perfectly round delicious apple,” said Riga in defense.
“That’s not the point!” yelled Meara.
“Guys! My daisy!” whined Fiona. She looked positively suicidal.
“YOU TWO ARE HOPELESS!” cried Meara in exasperation.
Suddenly they began to hear someone coming towards them. Then they began to hear the singing…
Vivo por ella sin saber
Si la encontré o me ha encontrado
Ya no recuerdo cómo fue
Pero al final me ha conquistado.
The hobbits began to struggle more. The “music” was hurting their ears. Suddenly they saw a young man, hair cut ruthlessly short, singing “Vivo Por Ella.”
“Make him stop!” cried Meara, the pain becoming unbearable.
“Watch out guys!” cried Fiona, who had finally gotten hold of her frying pan, “I’m going to throw it at him!”
“Please hurry!” Riga shrieked, her precious apple no closer than before.
Vivo por ella yo también
No te me pongas tan celoso
Ella entre todas es la más
Dulce y caliente como un beso.
Then the tree began to moan. It was in pain just like the hobbits. Soon, it let them go but for some daft reason the stranger kept on singing.
Cómo duele cuando falta
Vivo por ella en un hotel
Cómo brilla fuerte y alta
Vivo por ella en propia piel
Y ella canta en mi garganta
Mis penas más negras de espanto.
Riga made a mad dash (apple securely between her teeth) to ram into the stranger, regardless that he was over twice her size! Meara then realized something.
“No! Riga, let him finish, Mr.Frodo is still in there!” she yelped.
“Screw Mr.Frodo!” muttered Riga.
Meara caught her halfway, they tumbled and began to fight again…
Ella se llama música,
Yo vivo también
Vivo por ella creeme,
Por ella también
Yo vivo per lei.
Suddenly and violently, the tree spat out Mr.Frodo. (GOOD DECISION ON THE PART OF THE TREE!)
*^* Later, yet again *^*
Dario Bmocnarf, their savior (a little less painful saving would have been nice, remarked Fiona while rubbing her ears) led them to ‘his’ house.
They soon reached a clearing in the forest and ahead was a beautiful Japanese style garden, and further ahead, a beautiful Japanese style home…it was the house of Dario (MAMI!) Bmocnarf.
“Sammy, I don’t think we’re in the Shire anymore!” whispered Fiona to her small beagle.
Chapter 6: The Old Forest
Frodo- Himself
Sam- Fiona
Merry- Meara
Pippin- Riga
Tom Bombadil- Dario Bmocnarf
Goldberry- Mami Bmocnarf
The next morning, Frodo was awoken to Meara standing over him with a candle in hand. “WHAT!? Am I dreaming?” said Frodo, still shaken and bewildered.
“It’s time to get up! Fiona is already making breakfast, and believe it or not, even Riga is up! We still have to saddle the ponies, we want to leave before dawn,” whispered Meara as she hurried out the room.
“Wait!” yelled Frodo.
Riga appeared at the doorway and subsequently glared at Frodo with disgust. Frodo grimaced and got up to put on his clothes.
After a hurried breakfast, the group was ready to set off. Meara went in front with the packhorse and, after a quick goodbye to the house, they made it to the stables where they quickly readied their ponies. They mounted and were soon riding off into the mist. They trod in silence through the gloom until the menacing hedge was perceivable.
“Ohhh, scary!!!!” moaned Fiona.
“How do we get through that, Brandybuck?!” inquired the pipit Riga.
“Follow me and you will see,” whispered Meara as she turned to the left along the hedge.
“That rhymes!!!” squeaked Fiona.
Soon they came on a point where the hedge bent inwards. A cutting some distance lay ahead and it slowly sloped down into the ground in front of a high gate.
“Well???!” whined Riga.
Meara got down, unlocked the gate, and allowed the others to pass. “Now we leave the Shire behind, you are outside, and along the edge of the Old Forest,” she stated solemnly.
Riga quickly nudged Fiona in the ribs “Surfer trees, eh?”
Kiri: I will not have Canadian poseurs in this story!
~*^*~ Due to technical difficulties the regular authors of this…story, yes, let us call it that- are no longer in charge. So, you will be seeing an irregular amount of blood and Mr.Frodo being the idiot he is and getting himself hurt… completely on his own…accord…
Have fun. ~*^*~
Riga, being the wench that she is, snorted at her own comment. Luckily, none of you will ever truly know the horror of Riga’s snorts. The poor pony that Meara had saddled for Frodo jumped in alarm. Bucking, he threw Mr.Frodo completely off his saddle (almost, as Mr. Frodo’s foot had been caught) and trailed him along as he blindly ran around in circles.
The other three hobbits (RIGA) sat on their ponies and leisurely commented on how long Mr.Frodo would last.
Well, all except Meara who had suddenly found the sky interesting and continued to stare until one of Mr.Frodo’s yelps startled her into reality.
“HOLY TATERS! RIGA, FIONA! WHY HAVEN’T YOU TWO DONE ANYTHING?!” She cried.
Another snort from Riga, “Because I have good money placed on how long he’ll last- Blast woman, what the hell do you think you are doing?!” Riga retorted as she tried deftly to hold back Meara.
The pony, now tired from Mr.Frodo’s weight, slowed down and finally stopped.
“Noooooooooooo! I’ve just lost my dinner for three nights!” moaned Riga. Fiona chuckled and shook hands with the dinner-less Took and then screeched as a teary-eyed Riga made a mad attempt to slap Fiona’s forehead.
“Would you two just stop and help me!” yelled an exasperated Meara.
Picture three hobbits standing around a half-dazed and mangled hobbit lying in the dirt, all too disgusted to get close and help him
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!” Exclaimed Riga.
“Oh why thank you for that Riga, we all sorely needed it!” snapped Meara, obviously miffed.
Riga nudged Fiona, “You like him, Fiona?” Riga gave another nudge.
“No! I like Brandon(Lord Geoffrey/Elrond)! Meara can…err, deal with this…mess?”
“HE IS NOT A MESS…” Meara looked at the bloodied Mr.Frodo and tried to make out where the arms were.
Another snort from Riga. Meara, who had had enough of all this by now, whacked Riga across the head. Fiona found a daisy. Riga spun around, found her footing and lunged at Meara. Meara ducked.
Meara: Go me!
Riga turns and managed to land a tremendous kick at Meara’s stomach.
Fiona, who had been oblivious to the entire fight so far, proceeded to find a stick and poke Mr.Frodo while exclaiming, “Ooh! Squishy! Reminds me of my puppy Sammy!”
Kiri: Kill him, kill him!
Meara pulls a face and tries to punch Riga. Riga takes a few steps back to avoid the blow and trips over a mushroom. Meara, swiveling from missing Riga, turns to regain her balance and is met with the sight of-
“Guys! I think it’s still alive!” Fiona gives Mr.Frodo another good poke.
Meara jumped up angrily. “He is not an “IT”! Fiona, step away, you’re hurting him!”
Another good poke, “Oh, I don’t think he’s doing very well,” said a meek Fiona who was pushed violently out of the way by Meara.
*^* Sometime later on *^*
The hobbits had continued on their way. Mr.Frodo had not regained consciousness and Meara was obviously miffed.
“I’m hungry,” Riga complained out of no where, “I haven’t had my elevensies, and we can’t have me starving!” She slumped in the saddle and proceeded to moan in protest in hopes that someone would throw food at her.
“Shut up you daughter of a Took, or I’ll feed you to the trees!” shouted Meara.
“Trees don’t eat hobbits you nitwit…” Riga suddenly got an evil look and turned towards Mr.Frodo.
“TOG!” Mr. Frodo was violently thrown out of the saddle and steadily falling towards a very pretty camphor tree. Somewhere along the way he regained consciousness. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” he screamed girlishly.
Meara turned around angrily but her face quickly paled.
Fiona finds another daisy.
Riga is laughing in pure delight like a child whose mischief has succeeded.
Suddenly, the camphor tree’s roots opened up and quickly began to pull in Mr.Frodo. Fiona’s daisy seemed to become smaller as she realized she was being picked up into the air by a branch. Meara was running to save Mr.Frodo when another branch curled around her foot and had her dangling in the air.
Roots shot out and grabbed Riga, pulling her into the ground, suddenly, an apple she didn’t know she had fell out of her pocket. Her current dilemma forgotten, Riga tried to reach out for it, but to her horror-
“It’s too far! NOOOOOOOOOO!” She cried, and desperately clawed out to her lost apple.
Meara didn’t like that, “Forget about the stupid apple, Riga! We’re being eaten by a tree!”
“Well, there’s no better way to go than munching on a perfectly round delicious apple,” said Riga in defense.
“That’s not the point!” yelled Meara.
“Guys! My daisy!” whined Fiona. She looked positively suicidal.
“YOU TWO ARE HOPELESS!” cried Meara in exasperation.
Suddenly they began to hear someone coming towards them. Then they began to hear the singing…
Vivo por ella sin saber
Si la encontré o me ha encontrado
Ya no recuerdo cómo fue
Pero al final me ha conquistado.
The hobbits began to struggle more. The “music” was hurting their ears. Suddenly they saw a young man, hair cut ruthlessly short, singing “Vivo Por Ella.”
“Make him stop!” cried Meara, the pain becoming unbearable.
“Watch out guys!” cried Fiona, who had finally gotten hold of her frying pan, “I’m going to throw it at him!”
“Please hurry!” Riga shrieked, her precious apple no closer than before.
Vivo por ella yo también
No te me pongas tan celoso
Ella entre todas es la más
Dulce y caliente como un beso.
Then the tree began to moan. It was in pain just like the hobbits. Soon, it let them go but for some daft reason the stranger kept on singing.
Cómo duele cuando falta
Vivo por ella en un hotel
Cómo brilla fuerte y alta
Vivo por ella en propia piel
Y ella canta en mi garganta
Mis penas más negras de espanto.
Riga made a mad dash (apple securely between her teeth) to ram into the stranger, regardless that he was over twice her size! Meara then realized something.
“No! Riga, let him finish, Mr.Frodo is still in there!” she yelped.
“Screw Mr.Frodo!” muttered Riga.
Meara caught her halfway, they tumbled and began to fight again…
Ella se llama música,
Yo vivo también
Vivo por ella creeme,
Por ella también
Yo vivo per lei.
Suddenly and violently, the tree spat out Mr.Frodo. (GOOD DECISION ON THE PART OF THE TREE!)
*^* Later, yet again *^*
Dario Bmocnarf, their savior (a little less painful saving would have been nice, remarked Fiona while rubbing her ears) led them to ‘his’ house.
They soon reached a clearing in the forest and ahead was a beautiful Japanese style garden, and further ahead, a beautiful Japanese style home…it was the house of Dario (MAMI!) Bmocnarf.
“Sammy, I don’t think we’re in the Shire anymore!” whispered Fiona to her small beagle.