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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, yet * evil glint shines in eye* but soon, soon they will all belong to me whohahaha *evil, evil laugh*
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Another flash of lightning split the sky and Elanor ran into the house. She heard Tolman, her youngest brother whimper as a great crash of thunder rolled through the air.
" Don't worry Tolman," Elanor ran over to her brother and put a comforting arm around him. "We're quite safe in here."
"It's not us I'm worried about," sobbed the little Tolman, "It's the mallorn tree… It's so big," He burst into tears.
"Don't worry, I'm sure the tree will survive." But secretly Elanor was dreading going out to see the tree; this was the worst storm the Shire had seen since Sauron had been destroyed.
Elanor, as usual woke up at six the next morning – she had to do her rounds of the trees and plants of Hobbiton. She started at the Brandywine, and worked her way slowly back to Bagshot row. She always did this, as she loved to sit in the shade of the great mallorn tree and think.
That day's round took longer than usual, because a lot of trees had broken branches that had to be removed, and the wounds looked at. By the time Elanor reached Bagshot Row it was nearing elevenses, she had already eaten first – and second – breakfast. She reached the field were the great mallorn tree stood, and stopped short with a gasp. To her dismay all that was left was a stump, about as high as Pippin was, which was larger than a normal hobbit, as he had drunk the water of the Ents.
Elanor stared for a minute, and then ran. She ran out of the field, down Bagshot Row, past her own home, all she knew was if she kept running she would never have to face the fact that her beloved mallorn tree was gone. It was the only main remembrance of her grandfather, the Gaffer. It was where she had cried, where she had made a tree house as a child, and where she could sit when in trouble, or despair, and somehow, in a way she couldn't explain, she would be comforted.
Without knowing where she was she kept on running, lost in the memories of the mallorn tree.
WHUMP Elanor was brought to reality, and when she looked up she saw Merry standing in front of her.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I should have looked were I was going"
"So you should've," said Merry in his kind voice, "And the only thing that would have made you not look, is a problem. What's wrong?"
This was too much for poor Elanor; she collapsed into tears. Merry swept her up into his strong arms; he was fond of Elanor. "So what is wrong?" Elanor sniffed and whispered "The mallorn tree has been struck down." Merry stiffened, Elanor knew that he had a lot of memories within the tree as well. It was a large remembrance of the long journey with the ring.
"Come on," Merry grabbed Elanor's arm and ran with her to the field that she had just come from. When they got there Merry stopped short; he saw the huge trunk and crown of the mallorn tree lying on the field. Staring at the tree, he spoke.
"We should go and tell your dad." Elanor was sure she saw a tear trickle down his face and drop onto the grass below.
Sam's face froze; his present from the Lady Galadriel was ruined. He couldn't believe it; after all these years it had decided this year to fail him, the year, and month of Elanor's coming of age. He, like nearly everyone else in the Shire, had good memories within that one large, old, beautiful tree. Elanor didn't know it yet, but Sam had been planning on having a party in that field around the tree, just like Frodo had so many years ago. He didn't know what to do.
"I suppose we had better get the tree removed," said Frodo. Pippin and Frodo had both been called to the meeting.
"Yeah."
"And we'll have to tell the rest of Hobbiton."
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I know what you're all thinking, and you're right, Frodo was meant to have gone to the Havens, but he hasn't, no my precious, the evil bagginses is still here. *Sitting hunched in chair rocking back and forward muttering, and rubbing hands*
I am sane, honest! please R&R, I don't mind flames, but please not too bad, as this is my first fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, yet * evil glint shines in eye* but soon, soon they will all belong to me whohahaha *evil, evil laugh*
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Another flash of lightning split the sky and Elanor ran into the house. She heard Tolman, her youngest brother whimper as a great crash of thunder rolled through the air.
" Don't worry Tolman," Elanor ran over to her brother and put a comforting arm around him. "We're quite safe in here."
"It's not us I'm worried about," sobbed the little Tolman, "It's the mallorn tree… It's so big," He burst into tears.
"Don't worry, I'm sure the tree will survive." But secretly Elanor was dreading going out to see the tree; this was the worst storm the Shire had seen since Sauron had been destroyed.
Elanor, as usual woke up at six the next morning – she had to do her rounds of the trees and plants of Hobbiton. She started at the Brandywine, and worked her way slowly back to Bagshot row. She always did this, as she loved to sit in the shade of the great mallorn tree and think.
That day's round took longer than usual, because a lot of trees had broken branches that had to be removed, and the wounds looked at. By the time Elanor reached Bagshot Row it was nearing elevenses, she had already eaten first – and second – breakfast. She reached the field were the great mallorn tree stood, and stopped short with a gasp. To her dismay all that was left was a stump, about as high as Pippin was, which was larger than a normal hobbit, as he had drunk the water of the Ents.
Elanor stared for a minute, and then ran. She ran out of the field, down Bagshot Row, past her own home, all she knew was if she kept running she would never have to face the fact that her beloved mallorn tree was gone. It was the only main remembrance of her grandfather, the Gaffer. It was where she had cried, where she had made a tree house as a child, and where she could sit when in trouble, or despair, and somehow, in a way she couldn't explain, she would be comforted.
Without knowing where she was she kept on running, lost in the memories of the mallorn tree.
WHUMP Elanor was brought to reality, and when she looked up she saw Merry standing in front of her.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "I should have looked were I was going"
"So you should've," said Merry in his kind voice, "And the only thing that would have made you not look, is a problem. What's wrong?"
This was too much for poor Elanor; she collapsed into tears. Merry swept her up into his strong arms; he was fond of Elanor. "So what is wrong?" Elanor sniffed and whispered "The mallorn tree has been struck down." Merry stiffened, Elanor knew that he had a lot of memories within the tree as well. It was a large remembrance of the long journey with the ring.
"Come on," Merry grabbed Elanor's arm and ran with her to the field that she had just come from. When they got there Merry stopped short; he saw the huge trunk and crown of the mallorn tree lying on the field. Staring at the tree, he spoke.
"We should go and tell your dad." Elanor was sure she saw a tear trickle down his face and drop onto the grass below.
Sam's face froze; his present from the Lady Galadriel was ruined. He couldn't believe it; after all these years it had decided this year to fail him, the year, and month of Elanor's coming of age. He, like nearly everyone else in the Shire, had good memories within that one large, old, beautiful tree. Elanor didn't know it yet, but Sam had been planning on having a party in that field around the tree, just like Frodo had so many years ago. He didn't know what to do.
"I suppose we had better get the tree removed," said Frodo. Pippin and Frodo had both been called to the meeting.
"Yeah."
"And we'll have to tell the rest of Hobbiton."
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I know what you're all thinking, and you're right, Frodo was meant to have gone to the Havens, but he hasn't, no my precious, the evil bagginses is still here. *Sitting hunched in chair rocking back and forward muttering, and rubbing hands*
I am sane, honest! please R&R, I don't mind flames, but please not too bad, as this is my first fic.