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[fallohidenature]

Who: Frodo Baggins, One (oneto_one), Two (twoto_two)
What: >D Boo.
When: Err... after the twin's bit with Faith? XD
Where: Teh Library. Somewhere.
Rating: Reverting back to PG, unless ghetto terms really offend you that deeply. D8

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[oneto_one]

In some far-off corner of his mind that was not yet totally overrun by alcohol and opium and residual arousal (which, all things considered, made it so it was a very small corner indeed), One had the vague stringy thought that perhaps this was a little too much for Two's proper day back. Perhaps they should've just lounged around making witty comments at each other and the journals, instead of tramping across half the castle in a great journey towards inebriation enlightenment. But... well, to be quite honest, Two seemed completely ecstatic about it. Just like the Matrix, running off to Club Hel and finding people, lounging in human places... Of course, One had no way of knowing, did he? They were-

A combination of drugs and his own reflexes cut that thought off and wiped it off his mind for now. Now! They had things to do now! Like- like- like- hm. What was it that they were doing? They seemed to be standing with no real purpose in the hall, and One was starting to list to one side. Being lost in one's thoughts was not exactly the

[twoto_two]

Two strode through the hall - one above the library - with a convincingly sober gait. He came to a stop rather randomly; it didn't entirely matter where they would come through. His stop was less graceful than his walk, and he stumbled ever so slightly, hands lifted for balance.

At One's whisper, he threw a finger to his lips and hissed "Shhh." Two moved to loop an arm through One's, peering at his twin with a devious expression. "Scaring somebody. He, uhh-" Two stopped.
Damnit, he didn't even know what the kid looked like.
"He'll be in the library."

He gave a little nod to One and phased, becoming incorpereal, and let himself gently sink into the floor. He poked his face down through the ceiling of the library, though the rest of his ghostly body was still tucked away, and he began to search.

[fallohidenature]

Frodo sighed in his sleep. Dreams were slow to come to him; he had been dreaming of the Eye for so long that the others tended to crowd around in the murky back corners of his mind. This time, he was dreaming of looking for them, and being wildly unsuccessful at it. He kept on tripping and falling flat on his face, and running into barrow wights, and Tom Bombadil wouldn't come. He couldn't remember if he had nightmares so often.

At one point, he dreamt that he was awake again in the library, staring blankly up at the ceiling... though that couldn't be right, there were white men coming from it, and that certainly wasn't possible. He groaned quietly and thrust the dream blanket higher over his nose.

[oneto_one]

One grinned adoringly, if somewhat vapidly, and just sort of did that in Two's general direction for a minute or so until his twin's words actually penetrated. OH. Oh yeah. Right. Soren, Faith and- and- and whoever this was. He started leaning on Two a little as their arms looped, so when he suddenly phased through the floor, One lost his balance and just managed to catch the wall. After a moment to catch his bearings, One took a breath and simply dropped through the ceiling.

Unlike fancy schmancy Two (which was ironic considering Two was more gangster), One more or less just... fell. The twin picked himself up gracefully enough, as if he hadn't more or less just fell through the ceiling, and looked around. And- and there was a groan. He made a vague hand movement at Two and phased, so as to make no noise when he crept over to investigate. It was a couch. "It's a couch," he observed intelligently in little more than an exhale. But he was frustrated, because he was at that point where simple things are becoming very frustrating.

[twoto_two]

Two, had he not been quite high as well, would have over dramatically preformed a massive forehead slap in exasperation. As it was, however, he only glared with a spacey look on his face. "You'll ruin it," he hissed, even though that had already happened. Oh, well; maybe seeing them hover ghostily over him would be scary enough.

Two had noticed Frodo's movement and groan, but it took a moment to interpret, during which he just began to sink through the air towards the floor, still immaterial. He squinted at shape on the floor. It had definitely moved, but what the...?

Two continued to sink until he was only a foot or so away. He then loudly declared, in an abrupt but bored-sounding voice, "Boo."

[fallohidenature]

He had heard the hisses, not clearly, but adequately enough to warn him that there were more people in the room. He froze, then relaxed. Still just dreaming, he supposed.

"Boo."

He blinked. Blinked a few more times. Not as frightening as the eye, but... still. Something clicked in his head.

Nazgul.

"YAAAAAA!" Frodo did an odd sort of cross between a jump and a wiggle as he woke quite abruptly, clawed for his sword (which was still back with Sam, if he remembered correctly (though it wasn't really on his mind at the moment)), and was shocked at the same time. He landed with a thump onto the floor, but quickly stood up and dashed farther into the library.

He didn't even think about the fact that... hello, no Ring. No Ringwraiths.

[[ooc: to which the mun says, "duhr".]]

[oneto_one]

One pulled an extremely pouty face, which was only half really pouty and half made because he thought it was adorable and therefore assumed Two would too. He couldn't really remember the point behind all of it but because both of them were very intelligent he figured that there was a grand scheme behind it.

Embarassingly enough, One jumped as Two boo'd. He really did. He tried to cover it up, but there it was. Frightened by his own twin. Then he jumped completely backwards a step (having unphased and rephased in surprise) as the pillows kind of transformed into a small person with a cry. "Quel?" he murmered dazedly, kind of weaving towards where Frodo had dashed.

[twoto_two]

Two began to laugh at Frodo's reaction. He unphased, becoming his usual dashing, laughing, solid self. He stroked his coat for a moment as if dusting it off, though there was clearly nothing there, before trying to take a step foreword - at which point he stumbled like the drunken idiot he was. After catching himself and straightening up, Two examined the frightened hobbit from afar, a smirk still on his face, and glanced at One. He slurred, "Ce garçon est très petit, non?" before starting out towards Frodo with a long-pace stride.

"We said we would prove it to you," the pale man said matter-of-factly. In order to save time and perhaps catch up to the little guy, he phased through any object in his way. Two over dramatically pronounced "We mean you no harm," with both his hands up and fingers spread. He looked drunkenly amused (and aptly so).

[fallohidenature]

Laughter trailed behind him as Frodo ran deeper into the maze of books. Hobbits can run adequately fast, but above all else quietly, so much so that he could hear his own breathing.

So he really didn't expect the Ringwraith to come through the bookcase in front of him. He yelled again and tripped backwards, falling onto the bookcase behind him. His hand was searching frantically for the Ring around his neck (still gone) and he was looking left and right, down the halls until what the being said clicked for him. That, and it sounded like he rather spent a bit at the Green Dragon. As far as Frodo knew, the Nazgul did not drink.

He breathing slowed as he looked up Two, who looked distinctly less glowy. "From... from the journals, I suppose...?"

[oneto_one]

Things were starting to go a little bit quickly for One, probably because he hadn't gotten so thoroughly smashed in- in- since he got here. Even a few weeks in the Matrix. It was rare that he and Two were in such fine form, and by fine he meant he was starting to have trouble distinguishing what exactly was solid and what wasn't. His reflexive phasing saved him from walking into quite a few things, and he managed to get beside Two and tilt his head at Frodo.

Oh, bad idea. Nauseous. Ouch. One hurriedly righted himself and tried to look properly at Frodo. "Yess, from the- the" oh shit what was that word... "diary things. Yeah." One leaned forward a little. "You're- you're kind of..." he waved his arms expressively. "Smaller than usual?"

[twoto_two]

"Yes, from the journals. S-seeee, the library it's - is - it's bad." Oh, how articulate he was.
Two laughed at One's flailing, momentarily phasing to avoid behind smacked with one of his twin's drunken arms. "You're jjjust drank- drink- dru- DRUNK."

He smirked over at Frodo, taking another moment to size up the hobbit, with a skeptical look on his face. After a pause, Two inquired, "Are you a kid, kid?"

[fallohidenature]

"Shorter?" A pause, and Frodo's polite hobbitish upbringing kicked in. Read, he started to babble a bit. "I, yes, well, I am not human you see, nor a kid, I'm a hobbit, and as you might, well, might not know, I suppose, hobbits don't usually grow above four feet, perhaps, and..." His eyes followed One's movements as he flailed around Two, and through two. As unnerving as that was, he was beginning to see they were drunk. Very drunk. As bad as Merry and Pippin on a particularly long holiday. He was suddenly struck by something very close to curiosity, which was a wonder, since curiosity usually got him into trouble. He supposed he should've known better by now... but that's what having Tookish blood meant, he supposed.

"Are... are you two related? I've never seen twins before, other than Elladan and Elrohir..."

[oneto_one]

"Queeeel-" One squalled like a cat, though not really because though it had the same tone it was much much quieter, and then Frodo started talking and the twin became somewhat hypnotized. Frodo's mouth was moving rather quickly. Was that normal? And he was a hobbit? That sounded vaguely familiar, just like that Narnia thing, but then One lost his train of thought. "Related?" He tested his tongue out for a moment and then half-grinned.

"We're identical," he announced as if it was some great scientific discovery.

[twoto_two]

"Quoi," Two corrected. He blinked like a dumb goldfish at Frodo's talking. "Hobbit," he repeated, though he looked baffled. "Is that your word f-ffor - for dwarf? I mean, no of- no off-" he stopped to gather what little brains he had left. "OFFENSE."

"Twins, yeaaah" he interjected, throwing an arm around One's shoulders and giving him a light, childish "punch" in the gut. (He was too drunk to put enough force in if he wanted to.)

"Ella-hir- ro-dan-" he slurred and laughed. "Nice names. What's yours?"

[fallohidenature]

Yes, well, it all made sense now. Drunk out of their minds, obviously been at the leaf more than what was good for them. Related? Frodo quickly thought about the entries he had seen in the past few hours... and remembered one that seemed like one person talking to themselves, though it did turn out to be twin brothers reuniting. He began to talk more slowly, like he would have if he had found Merry and Pippin in this state. "Not a dwarf, a hobbit. Different. Dwarves are a bit taller and more... hairy," he finished weakly. They were very much starting to remind him of Merry and Pippin, although they were a bit too tall for the similarities to be incredibly obvious.

Tall also meant dangerous in Frodo's world. He started to ease his way down the aisle, while still talking slowly. "My name is Frodo. Frodo Baggins."

[oneto_one]

One shot Two a sideways look and huffed, crossing his arms and leaning to one side in a sassy manner. Surprisingly, he kept his balance. "Hobbit," he said very pointedly at Two, since obviously he was more intelligent and Two had no idea what was going on. The main thing One was concerned about was that this meant Frodo was in fact no a six year old, and therefore open season.

"One," he caught on rather quickly, making a fancy hand movement along with a head inclination that was as close to a bow as he dared.