Frodoll Journal
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
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Part 1
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I have been on the shelf at Toys R Us for a very long time, surrounded by about 50 orcs *shiver* and sword-action Aragorns (not a Sam in sight!), but today something finally happened. I was picked up by the most unlikely person imaginable. This was no child, although she was in a toy store, and this was a lass I had seen before. She had been in here perhaps a week ago, and had picked me up (along with another box, which I happen to know contained another Frodo). She had looked at each of us for a long time, then had placed us back on the shelf and gone away, looking sad. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever leave this dreadful, noisy, lonely place...but today she came back.
Again she picked us both up (yes, he was still here as well) and scrutinized our faces for a long time. My eyes have more shades of blue than the other Frodo, and my eyebrows are more feathery, so I was optomistic. Frankly, although neither of us look strikingly like Frolijah, I think I bear the stronger resemblance. Apparently she thought so too, and with an apologetic smile to the other Frodo, she tucked me under her arm and headed for the checkout.
Woo-hoo!
I could tell right away that this was a lass with sense, because she did two things right away. First, she opened the box. You cannot understand fully, because you have never been as I was - lashed by wire to cardboard in an upright position. I have not felt so stiff since the Barrow Downs! And the dark fear that haunted me - that haunts all action figures, dolls and toys: that I would be doomed to remain "In Mint Condition" *shudder* - did not come to pass. Before even starting the car (and that is saying something, in Texas, in late May), she opened the box and proceeded to free me from my bonds. Oh, it felt so good to be able to bend my legs! Well, okay, to have them bent, but she limbered me up right away!
The second thing the lass did that showed me she was one with a good portion of Hobbit-sense was talk to me - not in a sing-song pretend voice like a child does when playing make-believe with her toys, nor in a deep acting voice like those gamers do when re-enacting adventures. She talked to me as if I could hear her (which of course I can) and as if I had some measure of intelligence (which of course I do).
"Well, Frodo, that's better, isn't it? And it's much too hot for that cloak and coat...oh, what dummy sewed your coat to your breeches? Sheesh!"
At this point she got out a pair of nail clippers and proceded to make my clothes functional again.
"Oooh! Your cloak unfolds - how nice! Let's take it off for now, though, shall we? And the coat. Much better, yes?"
Yes. It was much better. And I could tell that this lass and I were going to get along just fine!
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To Be Continued.....
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Part 1
~*~*~*~*~*~
I have been on the shelf at Toys R Us for a very long time, surrounded by about 50 orcs *shiver* and sword-action Aragorns (not a Sam in sight!), but today something finally happened. I was picked up by the most unlikely person imaginable. This was no child, although she was in a toy store, and this was a lass I had seen before. She had been in here perhaps a week ago, and had picked me up (along with another box, which I happen to know contained another Frodo). She had looked at each of us for a long time, then had placed us back on the shelf and gone away, looking sad. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever leave this dreadful, noisy, lonely place...but today she came back.
Again she picked us both up (yes, he was still here as well) and scrutinized our faces for a long time. My eyes have more shades of blue than the other Frodo, and my eyebrows are more feathery, so I was optomistic. Frankly, although neither of us look strikingly like Frolijah, I think I bear the stronger resemblance. Apparently she thought so too, and with an apologetic smile to the other Frodo, she tucked me under her arm and headed for the checkout.
Woo-hoo!
I could tell right away that this was a lass with sense, because she did two things right away. First, she opened the box. You cannot understand fully, because you have never been as I was - lashed by wire to cardboard in an upright position. I have not felt so stiff since the Barrow Downs! And the dark fear that haunted me - that haunts all action figures, dolls and toys: that I would be doomed to remain "In Mint Condition" *shudder* - did not come to pass. Before even starting the car (and that is saying something, in Texas, in late May), she opened the box and proceeded to free me from my bonds. Oh, it felt so good to be able to bend my legs! Well, okay, to have them bent, but she limbered me up right away!
The second thing the lass did that showed me she was one with a good portion of Hobbit-sense was talk to me - not in a sing-song pretend voice like a child does when playing make-believe with her toys, nor in a deep acting voice like those gamers do when re-enacting adventures. She talked to me as if I could hear her (which of course I can) and as if I had some measure of intelligence (which of course I do).
"Well, Frodo, that's better, isn't it? And it's much too hot for that cloak and coat...oh, what dummy sewed your coat to your breeches? Sheesh!"
At this point she got out a pair of nail clippers and proceded to make my clothes functional again.
"Oooh! Your cloak unfolds - how nice! Let's take it off for now, though, shall we? And the coat. Much better, yes?"
Yes. It was much better. And I could tell that this lass and I were going to get along just fine!
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To Be Continued.....
