Frodo's Friend

Told By: Ri Iris Poencia

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:: The chronicle/ diary of the newest addition to the Fellowship, a half hobbit, half elf female mutt, Ri, is the following. Let's take a peek into her psyche::







The Prancing Pony, Bree, Autumn

Well this is bloody perfect. What a dolt that softie Butterbur is! I can not believe it! He is going about and- Oops. I have gone and done it again! Pardon me for my rudeness. My name is Ri Poencia. I am a strange mix, if I do say so myself. I'm half- halfling and half- elf. Strange, eh? But anyways, I'm on a quest to assist this small group of hobbits. There were to be four of them, coming from the Shire, and the lead hobbit has dark hair, bright, intelligible eyes, and goes by the name Baggins. Well, I'm upset with dear old Butterbur because he putters about muttering, 'Underhill, not Mr. Baggins… he's got The Ring… Gandalf said that Baggins will be under as Underhill…' and all sorts of queer and unsatisfactory folk are just salivating to get a hold of that information and tell The Dark Lord. He's just… just… so, laid back and frantic, that sometimes I'm afraid he'll forget who he is! Evening is upon us now, and I'm afraid that my second supper is calling me. I'll just slip into the kitchen and fix myself a wee bite to eat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

O, what splendid luck! The hobbits have arrived here a few hours ago! They've been down in the pub drinking, chatting with everyone and telling the news of the Shire. I regret to say that Mr. Underhill caused a disturbance, when he was singing a song for the pub and leaping about. He jumped and landed against a table, shattering mugs and creating a ruckus. The whole pub was shocked and startled to discover that he had suddenly vanished before our very eyes! He reappeared later, talking to Strider in the corner, claiming to have crawled over there as soon as he had fallen. The entire company left, soon thereafter, and many a strange, queer folk smirked at him as they sauntered out. O, what fools those Shire-hobbits are, for they do not yet know how seriously dangerous their quest is. I heard them talking with Strider and Butterbur, later, once they were all in the room they were staying in. They plan on leaving early the next morning. I shall follow them and leave dear kind old Butterbur the past few months rent I owe him, and then some… maybe. I shall go to bed now and prepare for the morn.





4:05, Next morning, Bree, Woods bordering The Road

Well, it's biting cold and frosty out here. I left Butterbur some money and a note. I'm all packed and waiting for the hobbits to arrive. It's too cold and early for hobbits to be up. Maybe I should have waited indoors a bit. Too late for that now. They should be arriving any hour! Here, I'll just curl up under this tree and take a short nap… It's not like I haven't waited enough already… Now where'd I pack my pillow? The ground is much too lumpy to be of much comfort to my head. Sigh. O, drat. I'll just have to use my pack…



11:25, That afternoon, the Woods along The Road

Hmm? O, curses! How could I have let this happen? I've slept right through the morning! If I hadn't heard merry voices and short strings of song, I would likely have missed them. They were talking amongst themselves of a right path to take. It seems as though they have decided to take Strider with them, for he is a fairly good Ranger and can pick out fairly decent "short" cuts. I've decided to trail them, at a safe distance, so as not to cause them alarm, or to alert them to my presence. Now, I must go and quickly. Great, I seem to have been gnawing on my knuckles again. I should stop doing that before I gnaw right through the bone!





Late Evening, Along The Road

They have stopped and set up camp for the night. I nearly walked past them, which would have caused them to believe I was a foe. I am lucky that I saw Sam Gamgee hurrying up the path with his arms full of a type of fruit. I have stopped nearby them, so I may be alerted to when they rise in the morning. As of current, the hobbits are asleep, yet Strider is awake, smoking and keeping guard. I hope he goes to bed soon. I desperately need to relieve and bathe myself, and I wouldn't want to risk him seeing me. What am I to do?



A few minutes later…

O! I fear I shall wet myself! Hurry up and sleep Strider!



Later…

Ok, he's not asleep. What to do about my predicament…



Later…

How in the bloody ell do you knock a Ranger out temporarily?



Later…

Screw this. I'm going to the wash closet. My only comfort is that Strider cannot see me because he doesn't have my Elven eyesight. Take that you bloody trailblazer.



Early pre-dawn hours…

Damn that Strider. He sleeps soundly and has not moved an inch since last night. I have a need to knock him upside the head. He must have bonked his bean when he was a wee small child. Incompetent baboon mercenary…



Breakfast time, about 8:30 maybe…

Well, I ate a hurried breakfast and am scrambling to finish packing and moving on out. I am sipping a kip o' my favorite drink, nobody really knows what it's called… It's Elven name is similar to that of willow's bane, but for the life of me, I can't remember how to say it in Elven. Ah, well. Time for me to go. I wouldn't want to miss any chance of throwing a rock at Strider's head without suspicion…

Cheers!

Mid-day, Along the Road

Strider has hardly let up. He's hurrying the hobbits as fast as he can. I've taken a quick stop, to gather my senses and quench my hunger. I must go now. I can hear them up ahead taking a new path. I'm off!

Late Evening, in The Wood beside the Road

O, wondrous. Once again, they have stopped and set up camp, while I stalk outside the rays of light that their fire gives off. Each hobbit has already fallen asleep, and yet Strider sits up, awake. Why doesn't the bloomin Ranger sleep?

Evening, 4 Days later, Weathertop Hill

I am so bloody tired. Strider has pushed himself, the hobbits, their ponies, and my ability to follow them, by his lack of stopping and taking longer periods of rest or sleep. Now, we have reached a small dell near Weathertop. The hobbits have set up and started a hearty fire. Although I am half-Elf, I wouldn't say "no" to a nice, long sleep, or a hearty meal. Unfortunately, the staples are getting noticeably smaller. The amount of food for a hobbit to consume and deem hisself able to walk or do anything is much larger than the meal they are entitled to. I'd share some with them, but I would have to expose myself. But… if I know Strider properly, than he'll be out hunting around and looking for all possible areas where there could be an attack. I think I'll head up towards a small bridge near here and leave him a little, "something"…

Later that Evening…

Well, Strider found my little 'gift'. I applaud him. Hopefully he won't stay up the whole night pondering what it means, where it came from, et cetera. He looked a little bit "rumpled" if you know what I mean… I also pray that he might dream of his fair lady Arwen, and slip into a stupor. I must talk to the Elf-Friend, Frodo, Bearer of The Ring. Elvellon, I shall be meeting you soon, I suspect. But I will wait. Wait until you have had your well deserved rest and wait, as long as I may. I will wait to come for you and your protection, when the Enemy comes to harm you in your time of peril and adventure. Sleep my dear halfling friend. You must save your energy for the journey that is yet ahead of you and your friends…

Mid-night, Dell near Weathertop

Ok, enough is enough. Strider will end up killing hisself if he doesn't get any more sleep. Plus, shooting him with this special Elven arrow will make me feel so much better about the ol' chap. Take this little dose for a nap… heh heh heh…

Oh? What is that? I'm feeling uneasy. ::puts down bow & arrow:: Something… doesn't *feel* right. Strider seems to sense it too. I am pretty sure he's moving out... O, MY! What *was* that? I HEARD something… ::sniffs the air:: ::cringes:: Ugh. The air *smells* evil. I am afraid that I must go. Quickly, I shall run to guard Elvellon and his companions. Strider will keep them safe in ways that I cannot. I do not fear for him.