Note that some of the dialog in this story is from the Book/Movie of the
Lord of the Rings. Please if you read it, don't contact me saying that I
stole it.
It was three days after the crowning of King Elesser. The hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin are sitting in the Great Hall in Minas Tirith. They where celebrating the crowning of the new King of Middle Earth and the completed Journey of the Ring.
Arwen Undomiel sat at the High Table at the front of the Hall. She looked around as if she was looking for something or someone. Her gaze shifted over to the four hobbits laughing and talking. Frodo spotted and laughed and waved a hand. Arwen returned the wave with a small smile.
"Hello Frodo." Said Arwen as she walked gracefully over to the hobbits, her cloud blue gown floated behind her.
"Why, hello Lady Arwen!" cried Sam, as he spotted her coming toward them.
"Are you having a merry time?" asked Frodo.
"Yes, I am having a fine time. Have you seen King Elesser? Around?" asked Arwen.
"No, as a matter of fact I haven't." replied Frodo.
Merry was talking to a Dwarf over on his right about his journey. He told him about the departure of the Fellowship as Boromir died. The Dwarf seemed very interested in his story. While Merry was talking Pippin Took reached over and took a hunk of mashed potatoes off of Merry's plate. Unfortunately, Pippin wasn't very quite and careful and Merry heard him take his potatoes.
"Hey Pippin! Those where MY potatoes. You have your own!" cried Merry.
"I know, and I'm taking them and going to eat them." Replied Pippin.
"Oh no your not!" said Merry as he took back his hunk of potatoes.
Frodo and Arwen laughed as Pippin and Merry fought over the hunk of food. But Frodo stopped laughing and looked down at his plate. He suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. He didn't know why, or what made him lose his appetite.
"Frodo...are you okay?" asked Arwen.
"The memory of the Ring is strong, my Lady Arwen." Replied Frodo.
"Oh, I see." Said Arwen and placed a comforting hand on Frodo's shoulder.
"Mister Frodo. Are you all right?" asked Sam as he was seeing that Frodo stopped eating his meal.
"Not...entirely." Said Frodo.
"Frodo, feels the power of the Ring, still Sam. He will never stop feeling it I suppose." Explained Arwen.
Frodo suddenly got up from the table and walked out of the Hall. He walked down the long corridors of Minas Tirith. He looked up at the painted ceilings, and walls. Frodo made his way out to the walls of Minas Tirith and leaned on them.
Looking out of a window on one of the floors in the citadel. Gandalf the White saw Frodo leaning over the railing and looking out at the perished land. Gandalf walked over to the stairs and made his way to Frodo.
"Are you in pain, Frodo?" asked Gandalf as he approached him.
"The memory of the Ring is strong..." replied Frodo.
"Do you miss the Ring." Asked Gandalf.
Frodo thought for a while and then said, "I don't know what you call it but maybe wounded by it..."
"I understand."
Back at the feast Merry and Pippin were still fighting over the potatoes. Sam looked at them and sighed.
"You know what?" said Sam as he took Pippin and Merry's plates and split the hunk of potatoes in half and put each half on Merry and Pippin's plates.
Pippin looked at him in awe. "I never though of that!" he exclaimed.
"That's because you never think when you eat pippin." Said Merry.
It was three days after the crowning of King Elesser. The hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin are sitting in the Great Hall in Minas Tirith. They where celebrating the crowning of the new King of Middle Earth and the completed Journey of the Ring.
Arwen Undomiel sat at the High Table at the front of the Hall. She looked around as if she was looking for something or someone. Her gaze shifted over to the four hobbits laughing and talking. Frodo spotted and laughed and waved a hand. Arwen returned the wave with a small smile.
"Hello Frodo." Said Arwen as she walked gracefully over to the hobbits, her cloud blue gown floated behind her.
"Why, hello Lady Arwen!" cried Sam, as he spotted her coming toward them.
"Are you having a merry time?" asked Frodo.
"Yes, I am having a fine time. Have you seen King Elesser? Around?" asked Arwen.
"No, as a matter of fact I haven't." replied Frodo.
Merry was talking to a Dwarf over on his right about his journey. He told him about the departure of the Fellowship as Boromir died. The Dwarf seemed very interested in his story. While Merry was talking Pippin Took reached over and took a hunk of mashed potatoes off of Merry's plate. Unfortunately, Pippin wasn't very quite and careful and Merry heard him take his potatoes.
"Hey Pippin! Those where MY potatoes. You have your own!" cried Merry.
"I know, and I'm taking them and going to eat them." Replied Pippin.
"Oh no your not!" said Merry as he took back his hunk of potatoes.
Frodo and Arwen laughed as Pippin and Merry fought over the hunk of food. But Frodo stopped laughing and looked down at his plate. He suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore. He didn't know why, or what made him lose his appetite.
"Frodo...are you okay?" asked Arwen.
"The memory of the Ring is strong, my Lady Arwen." Replied Frodo.
"Oh, I see." Said Arwen and placed a comforting hand on Frodo's shoulder.
"Mister Frodo. Are you all right?" asked Sam as he was seeing that Frodo stopped eating his meal.
"Not...entirely." Said Frodo.
"Frodo, feels the power of the Ring, still Sam. He will never stop feeling it I suppose." Explained Arwen.
Frodo suddenly got up from the table and walked out of the Hall. He walked down the long corridors of Minas Tirith. He looked up at the painted ceilings, and walls. Frodo made his way out to the walls of Minas Tirith and leaned on them.
Looking out of a window on one of the floors in the citadel. Gandalf the White saw Frodo leaning over the railing and looking out at the perished land. Gandalf walked over to the stairs and made his way to Frodo.
"Are you in pain, Frodo?" asked Gandalf as he approached him.
"The memory of the Ring is strong..." replied Frodo.
"Do you miss the Ring." Asked Gandalf.
Frodo thought for a while and then said, "I don't know what you call it but maybe wounded by it..."
"I understand."
Back at the feast Merry and Pippin were still fighting over the potatoes. Sam looked at them and sighed.
"You know what?" said Sam as he took Pippin and Merry's plates and split the hunk of potatoes in half and put each half on Merry and Pippin's plates.
Pippin looked at him in awe. "I never though of that!" he exclaimed.
"That's because you never think when you eat pippin." Said Merry.