Then next morning when Lavender walked into the hall, she felt the urge to
sing. Very loudly. Anyone who knew Lavender would know that she cannot
carry a tune at all. She earned the glares of many elves near her as she
belted out, "ON TOP OF SPAGHETTI, ALL COVERED WITH CHEEEEEESE, I LOST MY
POOR MEEEEEEEEEATBALL, WHEN SOM-" Pippin ran over and clapped his hand over
her mouth. She pushed him away, demanding to know why a girl can't sing
when she feels like it.
"Shush!" He led Lavender around pillars and through Rivendell, being very
quiet and careful. She wanted to ask why, but didn't feel like risking her
life so early in the morning.
She saw Merry standing behind a pillar some distance away. She and Pippin
hid with him, and spied on what was apparently a top-secret meeting to
decide who would go and destroy this ring. Lavender didn't understand at
first. She thought the ring was pretty, and was just wondering if maybe
Frodo, who owned the ring, would let her try it on when it hit her like a
ton of bricks that, even if she wanted to wear the ring, she couldn't. She
understood it all at once, and realized what a serious situation they were
in. She saw Sam all of a sudden jump out of the bushes and run up to Frodo.
Immediately, Merry, Pippin, and Lavender joined them. They were appointed
to accompany Frodo on his quest to destroy the ring.
There were ten of them in all. Frodo, Sam (who Lavender did not get along with at all), Merry, Pippin, and herself. There was also a ranger, Aragorn, future king of Gondor, or so he said. Lavender hated him and picked on him mostly, which nearly got her killed. Legolas, the elf, defended her. Lavender and Legolas were good friends, and he enjoyed spoiling her rotten. Gimli, the dwarf, and Boromir, a man, were also there. Plus Gandalf, a crazy old guy with a staff. Lavender stole it once and pulled some karate moves on Aragorn, which resulted in her almost being thrown over a cliff if Legolas hadn't snatched her out of Aragorn's clutches and carried her out of harm's way. Lavender made a face at Aragorn when Legolas wasn't looking.
"Don't you feel.strange? You know, being the only girl here?" Pippin asked Lavender. It was late, and Merry, Pippin, and Lavender were sitting around the campfire. Everyone else was asleep. "No. I don't care." Lavender stared into the flames. Times like these made her think about what she'd left behind. Her parents, New York, pretty much a terrible life. The more she thought about it, the more she hated it. She stomped off to her sleeping bag.
All white. "You'll be all right." the voice whispered, the same one as before. "You're fine." "Hey!" another voice interrupted. Lavender looked around for the source of the outburst. "Hey!" the voice repeated. "Gimme the microphone!" "No! It's mine!" the first voice said. "C'mon, lemme see it!" "No! I'm just doing my job! Scram! Go bother somebody else!" "It's as much my job as yours!" "Go away!" Two people popped up in front of Lavender, yelling at each other and trying to break the other's grip on a microphone. They suddenly became aware that Lavender was watching them, and dropped the microphone, which disappeared. One of them, obviously the one who had been telling me everything would be okay, cleared her throat. "I'm Rhia," she said. There was a pause for emphasis, and then, "I'm your guardian angel." Lavender laughed. "I thought guardian angels save you, right before you die, you know?" "Wrong!" the other angel yelled. "Our job is to give advice to you when you need it. We don't bother rescuing you from danger and stuff like that. It's too risky. We just show up in your dreams." "Oh." "I'm Tawny," she continued. "I am not your guardian angel. That's Rhia. Technically, I'm your guardian hobbit-angel." Tawny did resemble a hobbit, with curly brown hair, pointy ears, big feet, and she was no taller than me. Her flyaway brown, curly hair was in a ponytail. She and Rhia both had big white wings, like Lavender imagined a guardian angel (or hobbit-angel) would have, but Tawny wore jeans, a tye- dyed shirt, and a green vest. Rhia had brown hair and big brown eyes, and wore jeans and a T-shirt. Neither of them looked much like an angel. "You really weren't supposed to see us," Rhia said. "I guess it won't hurt that you see us, though. I mean, we are here to help you. But somebody tried to steal my microphone!" "Oh no, I didn't!" "You liar! You did too!" "Did not!" "Did too." The world faded around her. Blackness, once again. She woke with a start. Merry was shaking her, saying that they had to get going.
There were ten of them in all. Frodo, Sam (who Lavender did not get along with at all), Merry, Pippin, and herself. There was also a ranger, Aragorn, future king of Gondor, or so he said. Lavender hated him and picked on him mostly, which nearly got her killed. Legolas, the elf, defended her. Lavender and Legolas were good friends, and he enjoyed spoiling her rotten. Gimli, the dwarf, and Boromir, a man, were also there. Plus Gandalf, a crazy old guy with a staff. Lavender stole it once and pulled some karate moves on Aragorn, which resulted in her almost being thrown over a cliff if Legolas hadn't snatched her out of Aragorn's clutches and carried her out of harm's way. Lavender made a face at Aragorn when Legolas wasn't looking.
"Don't you feel.strange? You know, being the only girl here?" Pippin asked Lavender. It was late, and Merry, Pippin, and Lavender were sitting around the campfire. Everyone else was asleep. "No. I don't care." Lavender stared into the flames. Times like these made her think about what she'd left behind. Her parents, New York, pretty much a terrible life. The more she thought about it, the more she hated it. She stomped off to her sleeping bag.
All white. "You'll be all right." the voice whispered, the same one as before. "You're fine." "Hey!" another voice interrupted. Lavender looked around for the source of the outburst. "Hey!" the voice repeated. "Gimme the microphone!" "No! It's mine!" the first voice said. "C'mon, lemme see it!" "No! I'm just doing my job! Scram! Go bother somebody else!" "It's as much my job as yours!" "Go away!" Two people popped up in front of Lavender, yelling at each other and trying to break the other's grip on a microphone. They suddenly became aware that Lavender was watching them, and dropped the microphone, which disappeared. One of them, obviously the one who had been telling me everything would be okay, cleared her throat. "I'm Rhia," she said. There was a pause for emphasis, and then, "I'm your guardian angel." Lavender laughed. "I thought guardian angels save you, right before you die, you know?" "Wrong!" the other angel yelled. "Our job is to give advice to you when you need it. We don't bother rescuing you from danger and stuff like that. It's too risky. We just show up in your dreams." "Oh." "I'm Tawny," she continued. "I am not your guardian angel. That's Rhia. Technically, I'm your guardian hobbit-angel." Tawny did resemble a hobbit, with curly brown hair, pointy ears, big feet, and she was no taller than me. Her flyaway brown, curly hair was in a ponytail. She and Rhia both had big white wings, like Lavender imagined a guardian angel (or hobbit-angel) would have, but Tawny wore jeans, a tye- dyed shirt, and a green vest. Rhia had brown hair and big brown eyes, and wore jeans and a T-shirt. Neither of them looked much like an angel. "You really weren't supposed to see us," Rhia said. "I guess it won't hurt that you see us, though. I mean, we are here to help you. But somebody tried to steal my microphone!" "Oh no, I didn't!" "You liar! You did too!" "Did not!" "Did too." The world faded around her. Blackness, once again. She woke with a start. Merry was shaking her, saying that they had to get going.