Elanor's Adventures
Chapter 1
disclaimer: All Tolkiens, not mine. What a genius.Him, not me of course.. feedback wecome, please no flames im a thirteen year old newbie trying to survive eighth grade!! eeek! Should I do chapter 2?? Im not a very good writer, but i try vewy vewy haard....
Elanor stepped out into the dusty road. A wagon rolled by, but in the haze she couldn't see who was driving it. Surley they would be far to tired from the effort of driving a wagon to lift a finger in a wave anyhow. The heat was getting to everyone. Even grandfather Cotton's dogs retreated to shade under the wheelbarrows or a wilting bush. None of her friends could remember it this hot. She sure couldn't. Her bare feet beckoned swirls of dust up from the parched ground to curl around her ankles and then settle back to earth as a toplayer. The creeks went dry as a bone. The river was the lowest she had ever seen it.
"Sam, when will it rain? I've had about all I can take of this dry spell." Elanor had heard her mother say a week ago.
"I wouldn't know any more than you would lass. But I'll be sure to ask your Da. He can feel it in his bones he says." The last sentence was spoken in a squeaky, cracked voice that made her mother laugh. She always laughed when her father imitated the other hobbits.
Her curls bounced on her back as she skipped over to the big tree across the yard. She loved to climb it because it had low branches that she could reach. She lifted her browned hands up to the first branch and pulled herself up. Then when she had a proper footing she reached for the next, and the next, and so on untill the little hobbit lass was well into the higher boughs of the horse-chestnut. She panted from the effort and wiped sweat from her brow. It was impossible not to sweat even sweeping the kitchen in this weather, let alone climbing the fourth biggest tree in the East Farthing. Elanor's green eyes darted down past the drooping leaves to Bywater pool. It was low and lifeless. The sun beat down on her through the branches and she blinked through the haze. Down at the southern bank were three hobbits scrambling along. Faramir Took, Ella Proudneck, and Tom the butcher's son. They were talking and making strait for the tree she was perched so high in.
Elanor silently crept downward, making sure not to rustle leaves or bounce too many branches. Soon she was only five ro six feet from the gound, and the three unsuspecting hobbits were headed her way. She squatted, and her left hand went above her to a skinny branch so she wouldn't lose her ballance and topple over. She held her breath. Faramir approached and passed strait under her, still bragging about the walking stick he had found along the way. She let go and with a cry of victory pounced on her prey. Faramir gave a surprised shout, and in the confusion Ella screamed. Faramir was pinned beneath her. He was frozen stiff as a log untill she started giggling. "Gotcha!" She choked. Tom fell to his knees shrieking with laughter. His friend Faramir had been tricked by Elanor Gamgee, who he so tried to out-do and show off to whenever he got a chance.
"Get off of me Elanor!" But without her budging, Faramir pushed up and she rolled off of him as he stood up. She was still clutching her sides when he dusted himself off and stared at the ground in defeat.
"She did get you Faramir!" Ella giggled. Faramir looked up and grinned sheepishly.
"Ok it was a nice one Elanor." He admitted to the lass. She took his hand and got to her feet, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.