To all reading this, This is now my second story in progress. The
inspiration hit me like a whirlwind and I'm not even sure where it came
from. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!
My only request is that you review when you're done! Thank you! Namárië,
Arafangwen Eruiel
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The Long Roads Travels Chapter one: The Party
Tuilë awoke from her nap to the early moon smiling down on her from her bedroom window. Startled, she quickly jumped out of her bed and scolded her self for sleeping so long. She had lain down only intending to sleep for twenty minutes, but that had been at four. It must be at least six-thirty by now. She thought to herself while smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress in case Gamba's friends were still there, she wouldn't want to look disheveled. Opening the door from her room, Tuilë ran out into the large kitchen of the hobbit hole she called home. The food was still out, reminding her that she was famished, but then again they were hobbits and they did have guests over earlier that day, but where was everyone she wondered as she made herself a good, hobbit sized plate of food (which meant it was full to overflowing and then some). Her question would soon be answered though as a loud piercing whistle followed by a very loud explosion sounded from outside frightening her so that she nearly dropped her plate when she jumped. Running to the front window with her eyes wide as doughnuts, Tuilë peered out cautiously to find a strange wagon parked right in front of her house! Not in the least bit scared of what she might find, Tuilë wandered out the door and towards the wagon, circling it slowly. Now that she was closer, she thought it looked slightly familiar but she couldn't quite place it. All of the sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by the same sharp, piercing whistle as before, but this time she could see what it was and laughed at herself for being so silly. She stared into the early night sky in excitement as the firework exploded with a loud bang and a rainbow of brilliant colors. Walking in the direction that the firework had been set off from, Tuilë began working on her cold plate of food. Before she knew what was happening, Tuilë found herself flat on her back covered in food and smothered by something warm and heavy on top of her!
"What in the world?!" Tuilë exclaimed, her words more than slightly muffled.
"Oh!" cried a voice from so near her it made her nervous. "I'm so sorry!" it said again as Tuilë felt the great weight lifted from on top of her.
"Tilion!" she said slightly surprised when she saw who it was, he wasn't usually the clumsy sort.
"I'm mighty sorry Tuilë!" Tilion said quickly standing to his feet. "I guess I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you up!" the slightly older hobbit said as he offered his hand in assistance, pulling her up when it was taken.
"Thank you." Tuilë said quietly as she drew in a deep breath, they were standing so near to each other that the young hobbit lass could feel his warm breath on her face as she stared into his deep green eyes.
"Tuilë, there you are!" called a voice from the top of the hill, drawing the two youth back to the present. Tilion and Tuilë both stepped back at the same time, their faces reddening in embarrassment as Arien came walking towards them.
"Tuilë, where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" said her best friend, fortunately not noticing the embarrassment both of the other hobbits were sharing.
Tuilë managed to tear her eyes away from Tilion's and turn towards her friend to answer, but not without much difficulty.
"I fell asleep. What's going on?" she asked glancing between her two friends.
"Gandalf and Bilbo and Frodo are here and Gandalf's setting of fireworks and you've missed the telling of the three trolls on the hilltop by Bilbo and come on, let's hurry, we're missing all the fun!" Arien said as quickly as her little hobbit mouth could tumble out as she grabbed Tuilë and Tilion by the hands and began dragging them up the hill and towards the Party Tree where the rest of the young hobbits inevitably were already gathered an hours past at least.
"Well come on you two!" she said in slight exasperation. "The party's not going to wait on us!" And that was all the help they needed as big grins crossed their faces and they started running towards the now audible party sounds.
"What time is it?" Tuilë asked in curiosity.
"I reckon it's around seven now." Tilion said stealing a glance sideways at her.
"Oh! Look!" Arien said suddenly as she pointed upwards in the sky which moments later burst asunder with blue and purple hues of brilliant colored embers. Oohs and aahs were heard from all at the beautiful displays of colors lighting up the sky as the small group joined the party antics.
"Grandfather!" cried Tuilë as she ran to Frodo and was swept up in the still strong arms and swung around in the air until she squealed in delight before he set her down.
"My dear Tuilë!" he said as he held the lass at arms length to look at her more fully. "My you have grown dear! And you too!" he said to Tilion and Arien as he looked around his granddaughter to see her friends.
"My Tilion, I do believe you are almost quite grown to full!" he said glancing between the two seeing their eyes catch shyly. "And Arien, you are almost as tall as your mother now aren't you!" he said as looking over at hobbit lass on the other side of Tuilë.
"Grandfather, why did I not hear of your coming of earlier?" Tuilë said as she gave the old hobbit a look of mock scolding and shook a slender finger at him. Frodo just grinned wider and drew her into a strong embrace, patting her back and kissing her forehead as a grandfather will. Frodo finally released her and sent her and Arien off to the party as he called Tilion to himself.
"So how are you doing my boy?" he asked Tilion mysteriously.
"Fine and well Frodo." the lad answered, the curiosity not fully hidden from his voice.
"Have you a lass in significant yet lad?" he asked, his true motive now revealed.
"Well sir, I umm, there might be, umm, what I mean is, umm, well you see sir." Tilion said, trying not to sound as unnerved as he was by the question.
"Ah-ha, I thought I saw a sneaky glance or two there!" he said in satisfaction. "Let me tell you a little story Tilion my lad. When I was younger, before the war, there was a lass that had caught my eyes more than a little so to speak. Anyways, two years went by and then I left on my quest without ever saying a word about her, or to her of this. When I returned I lingered still, two more years before I finally got the courage to tell her of my attentions, well it turns out that she had shared the same feelings for even longer than I and was the same in courage to say anything. Now do you know what happened next my boy?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"You married her, she being the lady Azaelia Hardbottle, sir?" he said in a well rounded guess.
"Exactly my good boy!" he said in enthusiasm. "But I'd like you to just remember this that time waits for no lad or lass. That means waiting to long is just waiting too long if you understand me?" he said ducking his head to the lads level where he had dropped his head in slight embarrassment.
"Yes sir Mr. Frodo." he said his face blushing deep shades of red and crimson.
"Nothing to be ashamed of here Tilion!" Frodo said suddenly with a laugh. "Go fetch me an ale, and one for yourself if you like boy!" he said with a bigger laugh and a slap on the back as a large grin spread across Tilion's face at being invited to an ale.
"Yes sir, thank you sir!" Tilion said quickly as he ran towards the barrels full of ale.
Tuilë ran around Arien and then clasped hands with her and twirled as they captured the eyes of all nearby, dancing all across the floor designed for just that.
"This is so much fun!" called Arien through the noise and over the music towards Tuilë. Tuilë just smiled back and shook her head in agreement. As the music slowed to a still, Arien and Tuilë giggled and bowed to each other before linking their arms and leaving the floor to the other hobbits wishing for a chance to show off their own talent. Skipping back towards Frodo, the girls bumped into Tilion heading back in the same direction with two mugs full of ale that were both promptly spilled on his vest. All three hobbits stood there in shock a moment before bursting into laughter, the two lasses running off quickly, Arien too get him two fresh mugs of ale and Tuilë too find a towel to dry Tilion off with. Tuilë was more successful in her quandary and returned first with a light powder blue towel. She gingerly dried his shirt off, pressing it to him lightly and then pulling away before repeating the motion again as the towel slowly turned a much darker shade of blue. Tilion watched her gentle movements for a minute before slowly reaching forward with his right hand and grasping hers drawing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it as her eyes followed the motion locking with his in an entrancing gaze, Tilion began leaning in, his face drawing ever nearer as Tuilë's heart began to beat faster and faster with every fraction of an inch gained. Suddenly their moment was interrupted as a slightly drunken and oblivious Turin tumbled into them, knocking himself and Tuilë to the ground, himself falling deep into slumber the moment he hit the ground, and Tuilë receiving a small lump on the head but no more. Tilion was quick to help Tuilë up and be sure of her sound health before turning to the cause of their interruption.
"I suppose we should move him." He said in slight frustration, his second attempt at showing his affection having been deterred.
"Yes, I suppose." Tuilë said almost silently, still in a daze from the spellbinding effect that Tilion seemed to have on her.
Arien arrived just at that time, both her hands holding a mug of ale and a silly smile on her face.
"Tuilë!" she called. "Come over here!" she said as Tilion began to pull Turin off to the section where all the sleeping hobbits temporarily resided. Walking over, Tuilë watched as the silly smile on her friends face grew wider and wider.
"Guess what?!" Arien said excitedly.
"What?" said her friend; slightly exasperated at missing again, what would have been her first kiss.
"Dordo just kissed me!" She burst out quickly. Putting aside her frustration, Tuilë hugged her friend and squealed in happiness. Arien had had a crush on Dordo for quite a long time now and this was very exciting news. Tilion returned just that moment and took the ales from Arien who gladly relinquished them.
"Thank you Arien." he said with a wink in Tuilës direction before walking off to join Frodo who had been waiting a rather long time now for him to return. And so the hobbit party went, fireworks whistling in the air above the dancing lasses, and a few drunk or sleeping lads, all under the glistening gold of the magnificent mallorn of Galadriel, which was commonly known as the Party Tree.
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Here ends chapter one, I hope you liked it. Please Read and Review! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Thanks for reading! Namárië, Arafangwen Eruiel
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The Long Roads Travels Chapter one: The Party
Tuilë awoke from her nap to the early moon smiling down on her from her bedroom window. Startled, she quickly jumped out of her bed and scolded her self for sleeping so long. She had lain down only intending to sleep for twenty minutes, but that had been at four. It must be at least six-thirty by now. She thought to herself while smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress in case Gamba's friends were still there, she wouldn't want to look disheveled. Opening the door from her room, Tuilë ran out into the large kitchen of the hobbit hole she called home. The food was still out, reminding her that she was famished, but then again they were hobbits and they did have guests over earlier that day, but where was everyone she wondered as she made herself a good, hobbit sized plate of food (which meant it was full to overflowing and then some). Her question would soon be answered though as a loud piercing whistle followed by a very loud explosion sounded from outside frightening her so that she nearly dropped her plate when she jumped. Running to the front window with her eyes wide as doughnuts, Tuilë peered out cautiously to find a strange wagon parked right in front of her house! Not in the least bit scared of what she might find, Tuilë wandered out the door and towards the wagon, circling it slowly. Now that she was closer, she thought it looked slightly familiar but she couldn't quite place it. All of the sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by the same sharp, piercing whistle as before, but this time she could see what it was and laughed at herself for being so silly. She stared into the early night sky in excitement as the firework exploded with a loud bang and a rainbow of brilliant colors. Walking in the direction that the firework had been set off from, Tuilë began working on her cold plate of food. Before she knew what was happening, Tuilë found herself flat on her back covered in food and smothered by something warm and heavy on top of her!
"What in the world?!" Tuilë exclaimed, her words more than slightly muffled.
"Oh!" cried a voice from so near her it made her nervous. "I'm so sorry!" it said again as Tuilë felt the great weight lifted from on top of her.
"Tilion!" she said slightly surprised when she saw who it was, he wasn't usually the clumsy sort.
"I'm mighty sorry Tuilë!" Tilion said quickly standing to his feet. "I guess I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you up!" the slightly older hobbit said as he offered his hand in assistance, pulling her up when it was taken.
"Thank you." Tuilë said quietly as she drew in a deep breath, they were standing so near to each other that the young hobbit lass could feel his warm breath on her face as she stared into his deep green eyes.
"Tuilë, there you are!" called a voice from the top of the hill, drawing the two youth back to the present. Tilion and Tuilë both stepped back at the same time, their faces reddening in embarrassment as Arien came walking towards them.
"Tuilë, where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" said her best friend, fortunately not noticing the embarrassment both of the other hobbits were sharing.
Tuilë managed to tear her eyes away from Tilion's and turn towards her friend to answer, but not without much difficulty.
"I fell asleep. What's going on?" she asked glancing between her two friends.
"Gandalf and Bilbo and Frodo are here and Gandalf's setting of fireworks and you've missed the telling of the three trolls on the hilltop by Bilbo and come on, let's hurry, we're missing all the fun!" Arien said as quickly as her little hobbit mouth could tumble out as she grabbed Tuilë and Tilion by the hands and began dragging them up the hill and towards the Party Tree where the rest of the young hobbits inevitably were already gathered an hours past at least.
"Well come on you two!" she said in slight exasperation. "The party's not going to wait on us!" And that was all the help they needed as big grins crossed their faces and they started running towards the now audible party sounds.
"What time is it?" Tuilë asked in curiosity.
"I reckon it's around seven now." Tilion said stealing a glance sideways at her.
"Oh! Look!" Arien said suddenly as she pointed upwards in the sky which moments later burst asunder with blue and purple hues of brilliant colored embers. Oohs and aahs were heard from all at the beautiful displays of colors lighting up the sky as the small group joined the party antics.
"Grandfather!" cried Tuilë as she ran to Frodo and was swept up in the still strong arms and swung around in the air until she squealed in delight before he set her down.
"My dear Tuilë!" he said as he held the lass at arms length to look at her more fully. "My you have grown dear! And you too!" he said to Tilion and Arien as he looked around his granddaughter to see her friends.
"My Tilion, I do believe you are almost quite grown to full!" he said glancing between the two seeing their eyes catch shyly. "And Arien, you are almost as tall as your mother now aren't you!" he said as looking over at hobbit lass on the other side of Tuilë.
"Grandfather, why did I not hear of your coming of earlier?" Tuilë said as she gave the old hobbit a look of mock scolding and shook a slender finger at him. Frodo just grinned wider and drew her into a strong embrace, patting her back and kissing her forehead as a grandfather will. Frodo finally released her and sent her and Arien off to the party as he called Tilion to himself.
"So how are you doing my boy?" he asked Tilion mysteriously.
"Fine and well Frodo." the lad answered, the curiosity not fully hidden from his voice.
"Have you a lass in significant yet lad?" he asked, his true motive now revealed.
"Well sir, I umm, there might be, umm, what I mean is, umm, well you see sir." Tilion said, trying not to sound as unnerved as he was by the question.
"Ah-ha, I thought I saw a sneaky glance or two there!" he said in satisfaction. "Let me tell you a little story Tilion my lad. When I was younger, before the war, there was a lass that had caught my eyes more than a little so to speak. Anyways, two years went by and then I left on my quest without ever saying a word about her, or to her of this. When I returned I lingered still, two more years before I finally got the courage to tell her of my attentions, well it turns out that she had shared the same feelings for even longer than I and was the same in courage to say anything. Now do you know what happened next my boy?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"You married her, she being the lady Azaelia Hardbottle, sir?" he said in a well rounded guess.
"Exactly my good boy!" he said in enthusiasm. "But I'd like you to just remember this that time waits for no lad or lass. That means waiting to long is just waiting too long if you understand me?" he said ducking his head to the lads level where he had dropped his head in slight embarrassment.
"Yes sir Mr. Frodo." he said his face blushing deep shades of red and crimson.
"Nothing to be ashamed of here Tilion!" Frodo said suddenly with a laugh. "Go fetch me an ale, and one for yourself if you like boy!" he said with a bigger laugh and a slap on the back as a large grin spread across Tilion's face at being invited to an ale.
"Yes sir, thank you sir!" Tilion said quickly as he ran towards the barrels full of ale.
Tuilë ran around Arien and then clasped hands with her and twirled as they captured the eyes of all nearby, dancing all across the floor designed for just that.
"This is so much fun!" called Arien through the noise and over the music towards Tuilë. Tuilë just smiled back and shook her head in agreement. As the music slowed to a still, Arien and Tuilë giggled and bowed to each other before linking their arms and leaving the floor to the other hobbits wishing for a chance to show off their own talent. Skipping back towards Frodo, the girls bumped into Tilion heading back in the same direction with two mugs full of ale that were both promptly spilled on his vest. All three hobbits stood there in shock a moment before bursting into laughter, the two lasses running off quickly, Arien too get him two fresh mugs of ale and Tuilë too find a towel to dry Tilion off with. Tuilë was more successful in her quandary and returned first with a light powder blue towel. She gingerly dried his shirt off, pressing it to him lightly and then pulling away before repeating the motion again as the towel slowly turned a much darker shade of blue. Tilion watched her gentle movements for a minute before slowly reaching forward with his right hand and grasping hers drawing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it as her eyes followed the motion locking with his in an entrancing gaze, Tilion began leaning in, his face drawing ever nearer as Tuilë's heart began to beat faster and faster with every fraction of an inch gained. Suddenly their moment was interrupted as a slightly drunken and oblivious Turin tumbled into them, knocking himself and Tuilë to the ground, himself falling deep into slumber the moment he hit the ground, and Tuilë receiving a small lump on the head but no more. Tilion was quick to help Tuilë up and be sure of her sound health before turning to the cause of their interruption.
"I suppose we should move him." He said in slight frustration, his second attempt at showing his affection having been deterred.
"Yes, I suppose." Tuilë said almost silently, still in a daze from the spellbinding effect that Tilion seemed to have on her.
Arien arrived just at that time, both her hands holding a mug of ale and a silly smile on her face.
"Tuilë!" she called. "Come over here!" she said as Tilion began to pull Turin off to the section where all the sleeping hobbits temporarily resided. Walking over, Tuilë watched as the silly smile on her friends face grew wider and wider.
"Guess what?!" Arien said excitedly.
"What?" said her friend; slightly exasperated at missing again, what would have been her first kiss.
"Dordo just kissed me!" She burst out quickly. Putting aside her frustration, Tuilë hugged her friend and squealed in happiness. Arien had had a crush on Dordo for quite a long time now and this was very exciting news. Tilion returned just that moment and took the ales from Arien who gladly relinquished them.
"Thank you Arien." he said with a wink in Tuilës direction before walking off to join Frodo who had been waiting a rather long time now for him to return. And so the hobbit party went, fireworks whistling in the air above the dancing lasses, and a few drunk or sleeping lads, all under the glistening gold of the magnificent mallorn of Galadriel, which was commonly known as the Party Tree.
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Here ends chapter one, I hope you liked it. Please Read and Review! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Thanks for reading! Namárië, Arafangwen Eruiel
