Disclaimer: Should I even bother? Yes, I believe I shall, even though it's
such a stupid question. I own nothing of Tolkien's, and if you are a true
Tolkien fan you should be able to know what's mine and what's his. That is,
unless you're an evil person impersonating a Tolkien fan but only have
watched the movies because you think one of the actors is hot! *gasps for
breathe but is dragged away by Emily.* That's all folks.
Chapter Three: Rohan Horses and Mud Baths
"Nice house. Kinda on the Olde Ye England side, but what can you expect from a Lord of the Rings scenery?" I said in approval as we neared Edoras. Meduseld was set on the top of the flat hill, while the city sprawled around it.
"You're impossible," Emily muttered and rolled her eyes. She was in a bad mood, because her ride wasn't very comfortable (I can only imagine was it was like riding on a horse's rear).
"I'm impossible? How so? I can impossibly stupid, impossibly intelligent, impossibly weird, impossibly-"
"You are all of the above besides the second one," she said. Why did people always insult me? Is it in their job descriptions or something? Ho hum.
We finally reached the gates, and with a bit of persuasion, they let us through. I could feel people staring at me. And Emily for that matter. Lord, haven't they ever seen a girl before? I felt, however, that since a large quantity of guards were with us, the need to keep my mouth shut. We came to the tall doorway into the house of Theoden, and a soldier (or guard, whatever flips your switch).
"I, Gandalf, have returned, with Shadowfax, the horse that no other man can tame," Gandalf stated grandly. Talk about a drama queen-wizard. Whatever. "With me is Aragorn son of Arathorn, and Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf and Lady Katie and Emily, our comrades. Tell your king that we wish speech with him!"
"What's with that Lady this and Lady that?" I grumbled. "If you have to put Lady in my name you mine as well mean lady knight." Emily jabbed me in the ribs. I jabbed her back. And so began an exchanged of pokes and jabs throughout the whole conversation. One guard went through the doors to speak with Theoden. Twenty minutes later he came back.
"It is by command of Grima Wormtongue, counselor of Theoden King, that you leave all of your weapons here," he said firmly. I narrowed my eyes, but handed over my bow. I still had the dictionary after all...I bet Galadriel never knew that it would come in so handy...
Emily, Gimli, and Legolas all gave the men their weapons, all with similar warnings of painful deaths if they did anything to them. Aragorn was a bit stubborn, but eventually forked over the sword. Mule headed demon.
"Milady, your bag?" one of them asked, pointing to my bag. I placed a hand over it defensively. "Back off, noodle head, it's mine!" I growled.
"Katie, just give it to them," Legolas hissed in my ear. With a haughty look I unloaded everything from it: walkman, dictionary, hat, stale chips, book from trapper...I shoved them all into various pockets. Thank God for stretchable Elvish material. I handed the man the bag.
"There, you have the bag," I said and he looked at it, then at the man who went to speak to Theoden. He gave the one holding my bag a shake of the head and turned to Gandalf. Ha! We have infiltrated enemy camp with the dictionary weapon undetected...
"Now, please, your staff?" It wasn't really a question.
"Oh," Gandalf said, making himself sound like an old fogy he is. Hey, it's true. "You wouldn't deprive an old man from his walking stick, would you?" The men sighed and then the one who spoke with the king led us through (I now assumed he was Hama). Legolas let Gandalf lean on his arm, as any regular old person might need to. Emily started humming the tune to "Lean on Me (When You're Not Strong)." I bit my lip to keep from snickering.
The room we entered was smoky and dim. I waved my hand in front of my face, but it didn't do any good. At the front say a weathered old man draped in many furs and cloths, sitting in a carved wooden throne. A pale man, who I instantly knew to be Wormtongue, stood next to Theoden.
"I didn't know they enjoyed seeing their guest second hand smoke in Rohan," I muttered to Emily.
"Neither did I," she replied. Gandalf ambled forward ahead of us.
"The courtesy in your halls seems to have lessened of late, Theoden King," he commented. I could have sworn I heard anger...hmmm...
"I greet you," Theoden replied in a gravely tone. "However you shall find no welcome here. Troubles and woes follow you like fog, Master Gandalf. All you have brought to me in the past has been evil and awful news. I ask you, Gandalf Stormcrow, why should I welcome you?"
"Justly spoken, my lord," Wormtongue said. He started to speak again but Gandalf stopped him. "Grima Wormtongue!" he said loudly. "Tell me, how long ago did Saruman buy you?" He raised his staff and Wormtongue cringed.
"I thought I told you to take his staff!" he yelled. Several guards moved forward toward Gandalf. Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas immediately moved forward and began three minor brawls each.
"Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Emily said and darted off to help Aragorn. I sighed, then launched myself onto the back of a man who was about to go after either Legolas or Gimli. I circled one arm around his neck, and my legs around his stomach. Then, with my free hand, I slapped his rear as hard as I could.
"TALLY HO, SILVER!" I hollered and kicked him. Some Rohan horse, he didn't even more forward! He groaned and struggled to pulled me off. I have a grip of iron, and it did him no good. He backed up against a pillar and slammed me against it.
"Oof," I let out and fell off his back. I started looking around for help. No use. They were all occupied with their own problems. Gandalf was shouting something, his staff raised toward Theoden. I did the only thing I could.
WHAP!
Good old dictionary. I had pulled it out and banged it as hard as I could against his head. He crumpled under me, moaning. I untangled myself from him and turned around to hit someone else. This was fun.
I battered another guy to the ground with my book before someone came rushing out of the hall. A woman. Eowyn. At once, I began imagining a cat fight between Arwen Eowyn and...Emily. Oookay. Strange images you get, Katie. I looked over to Theoden to see his sitting up. He looked younger. Wonderful, one less grumpy old man on the face of the earth! The woman knelt by the king and started weeping, holding his hand.
"I remember you..." Theoden said. "Eowyn...Sister daughter!" Eowyn smiled and nodded, still crying. One, two, three...awww...
Everything started happening in fast motion. Theoden stood with Eowyn, and at once began speaking with Gandalf and Aragorn. Sure, they get all the fame. If it wasn't for me, they'd all be a mopey, grumpy, boring group who hated their lives. I never get credit for ANYTHING I do...
**********
Wormtongue was moments later chased outside by Theoden (They didn't talk THAT long, gosh). Someone had given him his sword, and he was about to strike Wormtongue, but Aragorn stopped him.
"Enough blood has already been spilled on his account," he murmured, looking Theoden in the eye. Theoden lowered his sword and narrowed his eyes at Wormtongue.
"Leave, Wormtongue, and never return to my halls again," Theoden said harshly. "Take a horse if you need, but do not cause harm!" Wormtongue spat at Theoden's feet and charged off. "Grump!" I called after him. Legolas sighed.
"I have to wonder if you will EVER grow up," he said in mock sadness. I looked downward for no particular reason, my eye connecting with a large mud puddle. Oh the possibilities...
I couldn't help myself. The chance was too good to pass up. With a last glance to see if anyone was looking, I inconspicuously shoved the Elf. Right for the puddle. Emily's mouth opened in surprise. Similar reactions came from Aragorn and Theoden. Legolas stumbled in a very unelvish manner and fell backward into the puddle. How did I accomplish this? Elves are graceful and immune to clumsiness. Your guess is as good as mine. This could take an investigation...
My "investigation" consisted of walking down the steps and leaning over Legolas with a face of concern.
"Did the Elf fall in?" I asked.
"You...you..." he started to mutter to himself.
"That's what I thought. Still hasn't learned his lesson," I said with a sigh, not bothering to listen to anything else he said. I sat down next to him (yes in the mud. It is my belief that if you don't get dirty, then you've never fully passed childhood, therefore getting dirty as much as possible is the best thing in the world) and grabbed a hand full of mud. Can you guess what I did with it? I smeared it in his hair and leaned back to study his sour face.
"MY MASTERPIECE IT DONE!" I called up to the watchers on the steps. To Legolas, I said, "Now that I've embarrassed you in the cruelest way possible and probably look just as idiotic as you do, I would really like to ask you something."
"What's that?" Legolas asked, wiping muck off his cheek with a disgusted look.
"Can you please not kill me? Don't be mad...Getting dirty makes you feel young..."
"I shall have to think on that," he said. Suddenly I found myself laying on my back in the mud. Staring up at the sky. Big sky...Big blue sky...BIG BIRD! Excuse me. Yes, well, I was staring at the sky and then Legolas said, "No, I don't think I will actually, revenge is sweeter," and got up. He borrowed a cloak from Aragorn, who was trying "very" hard not to conceal his laughter. I sat up.
"THAT WAS FOR HANGING ME UPSIDE DOWN FROM THE TREE! Just wait, I'll tell everyone how much you acted like a child! I swear I will!" My threats were ignored. Soon, only Emily was left watching me. I patted the mud beside me for a minute, then glared up at her.
"What do you want? Can't you just leave me to make mud pies by myself? It's not nice to watch people making mud pies! It's a delicate art that needs the utmost concentration," I informed her. She frowned, sighed, shook her head.
"Katie, Katie, Katie, what will I do with you? I hope you know that that looked very much Mary Sue," she said. My mouth dropped open. I'll be dead before I be a Mary Sue...OH THE AWFUL HORROR! I have an always will hate Mary Sues. I despise them with the deepest loathing...and no, it's not because I used to firmly believe Legolas was mine (like a pet or something, but not exactly).
"How so?"
"You were too happy," was the answer.
"Shouldn't I be happy I got revenge on that thing that is seemingly called an Elf?" I inquired. Emily opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted with a fit of giggling. I looked around for the source suspiciously. Oh. Of course. Eowyn.
I looked at the blond haired woman with narrowed eyes. Her blue eyes were filled with mirth and amusement. She looked at me, then Emily, then her giggles turned into laughter. As much as I hated to admit it, it sounded kind of nice. Not that I'm going soft or anything, but you get my meaning.
"And WHAT is so vastly amusing?" Emily asked crossly. Eowyn quieted herself, though she still smiled.
"You are both quite entertaining. Not meaning any offense," she added hastily seeing Emily's furious look.
"None taken," I said lightly. "It gives us great pleasure knowing we have a purpose in life other than causing each other and the people around us eternal misery." Eowyn giggled again. I stood up slowly, attempting to brush off as much mud as possible. But did it help any? Nooo. Eowyn, who now stood by Emily, beckoned me over.
"Come, you look slightly dirty," Eowyn said playfully and I obeyed, trudging up the steps.
"Well, Katie, what do you have to say for yourself, you Mary Sue, you?" Emily taunted.
"First off," I began, raising my head indignantly. "I blame the Elf for everything. It's all his fault I had to help him get dirty. And second, I am not one of those God forsaken Mary Sues!!!"
"Just keep telling yourself that, Katie," Emily said knowingly. I reached around Eowyn to slap her head.
"Cheese head."
"Neon Nazi."
"Carrot Worshipper."
"Toe nail brain!"
"SPONGE SNIFFER!"
"SUGAR ADDICT!"
"And proud of it."
"Katie, sugar is really bad for you in large amounts."
"You really believe those old wives tales the doctors tell you about sugar? Here's the real story. Sugar is really the healthiest thing you could eat. But the doctors and parents and people like that, they want it all for themselves, so they tell us not to eat it. Then they have the sugar. I have such wonderful logic."
"It makes no sense..."
"That, Wally dear, is why it's called Katie Logic." I feel the famous line coming...
"I'm hanging up now."
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Well, I had fun doing that...And yes, I would very much like to push Leggy into a mud pile. ^_^ Dirt makes you feel young again, as long as there's no bugs crawling in it. Okay, I admit, I put in the mud part partially because we just planted a rose garden and that took...fifteen bags of 48 pound dirt. It felt really good though...Soft silky dirt...*coughs and looks up* I know, I'm weird, you'll have to excuse me.
I really feel the need to share this with you. Did you know that racing paper scraps is really fun? Me and Emily did this today. If it rains, you can go outside and you know how the rain water makes a little stream or whatever on the side of the curb? If you're on a hill, it moves pretty fast, and if you put scraps of paper in there and race them it's really fun. *grins like the idiot she is.* I know, I know, "Katie, you have the brains of a ball point pen." Just remember to wear shoes. I went outside with bare feet (No jacket either! Just a towel over my shirt...FUN!) and ran on the street and my feet got REALLLY numb and it hurt when I ran on the concrete. Yeah. Well. I'll stop rambling now.
Dy: *cries* I know! NO HOBBITESES!!! And the worst part is...NO GOLLUM/SMEAGOL!!! My poor baby...trapped in the clutches of evil Sam! *cries* That demon hobbit calls him stinker and slinker and other awful names. HE SHOULD BE EXECUTED! *coughs* Just kidding. He saves the ring and Fro Fro...so...I guess he can live.
Bjam: *claps* SUCH A FAST LEARNER YOU ARE! Okay...calming down...NOT! *laughs insanely for a moment then abruptly stops.* I'm NOT insane. *realized no one asked and looks down at her feet.* PURPLE ROOLZ! Uh oh....I....misspelled! *gasp* Oh well. I think I like the hobbiteses were Tolkien made them...They are happyful where they are. ^_^
Chapter Three: Rohan Horses and Mud Baths
"Nice house. Kinda on the Olde Ye England side, but what can you expect from a Lord of the Rings scenery?" I said in approval as we neared Edoras. Meduseld was set on the top of the flat hill, while the city sprawled around it.
"You're impossible," Emily muttered and rolled her eyes. She was in a bad mood, because her ride wasn't very comfortable (I can only imagine was it was like riding on a horse's rear).
"I'm impossible? How so? I can impossibly stupid, impossibly intelligent, impossibly weird, impossibly-"
"You are all of the above besides the second one," she said. Why did people always insult me? Is it in their job descriptions or something? Ho hum.
We finally reached the gates, and with a bit of persuasion, they let us through. I could feel people staring at me. And Emily for that matter. Lord, haven't they ever seen a girl before? I felt, however, that since a large quantity of guards were with us, the need to keep my mouth shut. We came to the tall doorway into the house of Theoden, and a soldier (or guard, whatever flips your switch).
"I, Gandalf, have returned, with Shadowfax, the horse that no other man can tame," Gandalf stated grandly. Talk about a drama queen-wizard. Whatever. "With me is Aragorn son of Arathorn, and Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf and Lady Katie and Emily, our comrades. Tell your king that we wish speech with him!"
"What's with that Lady this and Lady that?" I grumbled. "If you have to put Lady in my name you mine as well mean lady knight." Emily jabbed me in the ribs. I jabbed her back. And so began an exchanged of pokes and jabs throughout the whole conversation. One guard went through the doors to speak with Theoden. Twenty minutes later he came back.
"It is by command of Grima Wormtongue, counselor of Theoden King, that you leave all of your weapons here," he said firmly. I narrowed my eyes, but handed over my bow. I still had the dictionary after all...I bet Galadriel never knew that it would come in so handy...
Emily, Gimli, and Legolas all gave the men their weapons, all with similar warnings of painful deaths if they did anything to them. Aragorn was a bit stubborn, but eventually forked over the sword. Mule headed demon.
"Milady, your bag?" one of them asked, pointing to my bag. I placed a hand over it defensively. "Back off, noodle head, it's mine!" I growled.
"Katie, just give it to them," Legolas hissed in my ear. With a haughty look I unloaded everything from it: walkman, dictionary, hat, stale chips, book from trapper...I shoved them all into various pockets. Thank God for stretchable Elvish material. I handed the man the bag.
"There, you have the bag," I said and he looked at it, then at the man who went to speak to Theoden. He gave the one holding my bag a shake of the head and turned to Gandalf. Ha! We have infiltrated enemy camp with the dictionary weapon undetected...
"Now, please, your staff?" It wasn't really a question.
"Oh," Gandalf said, making himself sound like an old fogy he is. Hey, it's true. "You wouldn't deprive an old man from his walking stick, would you?" The men sighed and then the one who spoke with the king led us through (I now assumed he was Hama). Legolas let Gandalf lean on his arm, as any regular old person might need to. Emily started humming the tune to "Lean on Me (When You're Not Strong)." I bit my lip to keep from snickering.
The room we entered was smoky and dim. I waved my hand in front of my face, but it didn't do any good. At the front say a weathered old man draped in many furs and cloths, sitting in a carved wooden throne. A pale man, who I instantly knew to be Wormtongue, stood next to Theoden.
"I didn't know they enjoyed seeing their guest second hand smoke in Rohan," I muttered to Emily.
"Neither did I," she replied. Gandalf ambled forward ahead of us.
"The courtesy in your halls seems to have lessened of late, Theoden King," he commented. I could have sworn I heard anger...hmmm...
"I greet you," Theoden replied in a gravely tone. "However you shall find no welcome here. Troubles and woes follow you like fog, Master Gandalf. All you have brought to me in the past has been evil and awful news. I ask you, Gandalf Stormcrow, why should I welcome you?"
"Justly spoken, my lord," Wormtongue said. He started to speak again but Gandalf stopped him. "Grima Wormtongue!" he said loudly. "Tell me, how long ago did Saruman buy you?" He raised his staff and Wormtongue cringed.
"I thought I told you to take his staff!" he yelled. Several guards moved forward toward Gandalf. Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas immediately moved forward and began three minor brawls each.
"Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Emily said and darted off to help Aragorn. I sighed, then launched myself onto the back of a man who was about to go after either Legolas or Gimli. I circled one arm around his neck, and my legs around his stomach. Then, with my free hand, I slapped his rear as hard as I could.
"TALLY HO, SILVER!" I hollered and kicked him. Some Rohan horse, he didn't even more forward! He groaned and struggled to pulled me off. I have a grip of iron, and it did him no good. He backed up against a pillar and slammed me against it.
"Oof," I let out and fell off his back. I started looking around for help. No use. They were all occupied with their own problems. Gandalf was shouting something, his staff raised toward Theoden. I did the only thing I could.
WHAP!
Good old dictionary. I had pulled it out and banged it as hard as I could against his head. He crumpled under me, moaning. I untangled myself from him and turned around to hit someone else. This was fun.
I battered another guy to the ground with my book before someone came rushing out of the hall. A woman. Eowyn. At once, I began imagining a cat fight between Arwen Eowyn and...Emily. Oookay. Strange images you get, Katie. I looked over to Theoden to see his sitting up. He looked younger. Wonderful, one less grumpy old man on the face of the earth! The woman knelt by the king and started weeping, holding his hand.
"I remember you..." Theoden said. "Eowyn...Sister daughter!" Eowyn smiled and nodded, still crying. One, two, three...awww...
Everything started happening in fast motion. Theoden stood with Eowyn, and at once began speaking with Gandalf and Aragorn. Sure, they get all the fame. If it wasn't for me, they'd all be a mopey, grumpy, boring group who hated their lives. I never get credit for ANYTHING I do...
**********
Wormtongue was moments later chased outside by Theoden (They didn't talk THAT long, gosh). Someone had given him his sword, and he was about to strike Wormtongue, but Aragorn stopped him.
"Enough blood has already been spilled on his account," he murmured, looking Theoden in the eye. Theoden lowered his sword and narrowed his eyes at Wormtongue.
"Leave, Wormtongue, and never return to my halls again," Theoden said harshly. "Take a horse if you need, but do not cause harm!" Wormtongue spat at Theoden's feet and charged off. "Grump!" I called after him. Legolas sighed.
"I have to wonder if you will EVER grow up," he said in mock sadness. I looked downward for no particular reason, my eye connecting with a large mud puddle. Oh the possibilities...
I couldn't help myself. The chance was too good to pass up. With a last glance to see if anyone was looking, I inconspicuously shoved the Elf. Right for the puddle. Emily's mouth opened in surprise. Similar reactions came from Aragorn and Theoden. Legolas stumbled in a very unelvish manner and fell backward into the puddle. How did I accomplish this? Elves are graceful and immune to clumsiness. Your guess is as good as mine. This could take an investigation...
My "investigation" consisted of walking down the steps and leaning over Legolas with a face of concern.
"Did the Elf fall in?" I asked.
"You...you..." he started to mutter to himself.
"That's what I thought. Still hasn't learned his lesson," I said with a sigh, not bothering to listen to anything else he said. I sat down next to him (yes in the mud. It is my belief that if you don't get dirty, then you've never fully passed childhood, therefore getting dirty as much as possible is the best thing in the world) and grabbed a hand full of mud. Can you guess what I did with it? I smeared it in his hair and leaned back to study his sour face.
"MY MASTERPIECE IT DONE!" I called up to the watchers on the steps. To Legolas, I said, "Now that I've embarrassed you in the cruelest way possible and probably look just as idiotic as you do, I would really like to ask you something."
"What's that?" Legolas asked, wiping muck off his cheek with a disgusted look.
"Can you please not kill me? Don't be mad...Getting dirty makes you feel young..."
"I shall have to think on that," he said. Suddenly I found myself laying on my back in the mud. Staring up at the sky. Big sky...Big blue sky...BIG BIRD! Excuse me. Yes, well, I was staring at the sky and then Legolas said, "No, I don't think I will actually, revenge is sweeter," and got up. He borrowed a cloak from Aragorn, who was trying "very" hard not to conceal his laughter. I sat up.
"THAT WAS FOR HANGING ME UPSIDE DOWN FROM THE TREE! Just wait, I'll tell everyone how much you acted like a child! I swear I will!" My threats were ignored. Soon, only Emily was left watching me. I patted the mud beside me for a minute, then glared up at her.
"What do you want? Can't you just leave me to make mud pies by myself? It's not nice to watch people making mud pies! It's a delicate art that needs the utmost concentration," I informed her. She frowned, sighed, shook her head.
"Katie, Katie, Katie, what will I do with you? I hope you know that that looked very much Mary Sue," she said. My mouth dropped open. I'll be dead before I be a Mary Sue...OH THE AWFUL HORROR! I have an always will hate Mary Sues. I despise them with the deepest loathing...and no, it's not because I used to firmly believe Legolas was mine (like a pet or something, but not exactly).
"How so?"
"You were too happy," was the answer.
"Shouldn't I be happy I got revenge on that thing that is seemingly called an Elf?" I inquired. Emily opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted with a fit of giggling. I looked around for the source suspiciously. Oh. Of course. Eowyn.
I looked at the blond haired woman with narrowed eyes. Her blue eyes were filled with mirth and amusement. She looked at me, then Emily, then her giggles turned into laughter. As much as I hated to admit it, it sounded kind of nice. Not that I'm going soft or anything, but you get my meaning.
"And WHAT is so vastly amusing?" Emily asked crossly. Eowyn quieted herself, though she still smiled.
"You are both quite entertaining. Not meaning any offense," she added hastily seeing Emily's furious look.
"None taken," I said lightly. "It gives us great pleasure knowing we have a purpose in life other than causing each other and the people around us eternal misery." Eowyn giggled again. I stood up slowly, attempting to brush off as much mud as possible. But did it help any? Nooo. Eowyn, who now stood by Emily, beckoned me over.
"Come, you look slightly dirty," Eowyn said playfully and I obeyed, trudging up the steps.
"Well, Katie, what do you have to say for yourself, you Mary Sue, you?" Emily taunted.
"First off," I began, raising my head indignantly. "I blame the Elf for everything. It's all his fault I had to help him get dirty. And second, I am not one of those God forsaken Mary Sues!!!"
"Just keep telling yourself that, Katie," Emily said knowingly. I reached around Eowyn to slap her head.
"Cheese head."
"Neon Nazi."
"Carrot Worshipper."
"Toe nail brain!"
"SPONGE SNIFFER!"
"SUGAR ADDICT!"
"And proud of it."
"Katie, sugar is really bad for you in large amounts."
"You really believe those old wives tales the doctors tell you about sugar? Here's the real story. Sugar is really the healthiest thing you could eat. But the doctors and parents and people like that, they want it all for themselves, so they tell us not to eat it. Then they have the sugar. I have such wonderful logic."
"It makes no sense..."
"That, Wally dear, is why it's called Katie Logic." I feel the famous line coming...
"I'm hanging up now."
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Well, I had fun doing that...And yes, I would very much like to push Leggy into a mud pile. ^_^ Dirt makes you feel young again, as long as there's no bugs crawling in it. Okay, I admit, I put in the mud part partially because we just planted a rose garden and that took...fifteen bags of 48 pound dirt. It felt really good though...Soft silky dirt...*coughs and looks up* I know, I'm weird, you'll have to excuse me.
I really feel the need to share this with you. Did you know that racing paper scraps is really fun? Me and Emily did this today. If it rains, you can go outside and you know how the rain water makes a little stream or whatever on the side of the curb? If you're on a hill, it moves pretty fast, and if you put scraps of paper in there and race them it's really fun. *grins like the idiot she is.* I know, I know, "Katie, you have the brains of a ball point pen." Just remember to wear shoes. I went outside with bare feet (No jacket either! Just a towel over my shirt...FUN!) and ran on the street and my feet got REALLLY numb and it hurt when I ran on the concrete. Yeah. Well. I'll stop rambling now.
Dy: *cries* I know! NO HOBBITESES!!! And the worst part is...NO GOLLUM/SMEAGOL!!! My poor baby...trapped in the clutches of evil Sam! *cries* That demon hobbit calls him stinker and slinker and other awful names. HE SHOULD BE EXECUTED! *coughs* Just kidding. He saves the ring and Fro Fro...so...I guess he can live.
Bjam: *claps* SUCH A FAST LEARNER YOU ARE! Okay...calming down...NOT! *laughs insanely for a moment then abruptly stops.* I'm NOT insane. *realized no one asked and looks down at her feet.* PURPLE ROOLZ! Uh oh....I....misspelled! *gasp* Oh well. I think I like the hobbiteses were Tolkien made them...They are happyful where they are. ^_^
