Hobbits in the Infield
Part Four: The Search
The girl made her way down a hallway, peering in doorways when she came to them. Still, she found nothing. She glanced at her watch. She had only left the field about four minutes ago, but knew she had to hurry. Leaving this particular crowd (specifically the Mordor and Isengard side) alone for a long period of time wasn't a very good idea.
Suddenly she stopped. She heard what sounded like soft footsteps around the corner just ahead. Holding her breath, she tip-toed to the corner. Peering around, she found…absolutely nothing.
"Dadgummit!" she muttered in frustration. "I know I heard someone!"
She quietly crept down the corridor, straining her ears to hear even the faintest sound. She heard occasional blasts of music in the not-so-far-off distance, and assumed that Fatty and Folco were entertaining the crowd in her absence.
She saw a closed door to her left and grinned. "Well, I suppose this search will soon be over now!" She hurried over to the door and put her hand on the doorknob. Thrusting it open she cried, "GOTCHA!"
The room was empty.
Lightly stamping her foot in her impatience, she turned around and continued towards the next corner. Rounding it quickly, she smacked into a tall figure, knocking them both to the ground.
"You!" she cried. The other person scrambled to get up and ran in the other direction. Hopping up, she sped along behind.
"Stop!" she yelled. The other didn't listen to her. She grumbled and continued her pursuit.
"Hullo!" she heard. Stopping abruptly, she saw that the four Hobbit members of the Fellowship were walking by, each holding a hot dog, box of popcorn, and soda. Pippin also had some blue cotton-candy.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked.
"We got hungry," Merry told her.
"Well, hurry back to the field. I'll be there soon. Oh, and you may want to eat very little of that. If you eat too much, you'll almost certainly be sick after we start playing again," she warned.
"Don't worry about us! We know our way with food," Pippin smiled.
"If you say so. Look, I'm in a hurry, so head back to your dugout," she told them again. They smiled, waved, and continued on their way. The girl, however, had a pained expression on her face. She had lost the one she had been chasing. Taking a guess, she headed down a passageway on the right.
Walking slowly, she tried to think of where the person could have gone. She was suddenly struck with an idea.
"Oh, I'll never find the music fiend at this rate," said the author. (Dun dun duuuun!) The music came from the loudspeakers, but she heard a chuckle ahead.
Perfect, she thought. Rushing forward, she peered through the doorway to another room. Sure enough, the tall figure stood, back towards her. She took a running leap and landed on the person's back, knocking them both to the ground once again.
"Get off!" came a muffled cry. "Jean!"
She yanked the person's cap off and flipped them over. "Moe," she said, "you've got some 'splainin' to do! What's with the music?"
He laughed and tried to get up, but she sat on his chest, then took his sunglasses off of his face.
"It's too dark in here for these," she chidded. "Now, answer me!"
"Get off, Jean!"
"Not until you answer," Jean repsonded.
"You do realize that I can get up if I really want to, right?" Moe said.
"I don't care. Why the music?"
Moe shrugged the best he could. "It was fun! You know I like to annoy you!"
Jean's expression was grim, but Moe noticed laughter in her eyes. "Yeah, I know," she said. "Get up and come with me."
Moe stood after she removed herself from his chest and followed rather unwillingly (she had him by his ear) back to the sound room. Here she made him fix what he'd done so that the music wouldn't play at every mention of the word "author."
Next she led him to the field, where she had him tied him to a chair.
"Now, stay there and don't give me any more trouble!" she said as Boromir finished tying the knot.
"At least put my hat and glasses on me," Moe whined. She did this, then put her gear back on quickly.
"Everyone set?" she asked. When they nodded (or grunted in a few cases), she pulled her mask down, yelling, "Play ball!"
Part Four: The Search
The girl made her way down a hallway, peering in doorways when she came to them. Still, she found nothing. She glanced at her watch. She had only left the field about four minutes ago, but knew she had to hurry. Leaving this particular crowd (specifically the Mordor and Isengard side) alone for a long period of time wasn't a very good idea.
Suddenly she stopped. She heard what sounded like soft footsteps around the corner just ahead. Holding her breath, she tip-toed to the corner. Peering around, she found…absolutely nothing.
"Dadgummit!" she muttered in frustration. "I know I heard someone!"
She quietly crept down the corridor, straining her ears to hear even the faintest sound. She heard occasional blasts of music in the not-so-far-off distance, and assumed that Fatty and Folco were entertaining the crowd in her absence.
She saw a closed door to her left and grinned. "Well, I suppose this search will soon be over now!" She hurried over to the door and put her hand on the doorknob. Thrusting it open she cried, "GOTCHA!"
The room was empty.
Lightly stamping her foot in her impatience, she turned around and continued towards the next corner. Rounding it quickly, she smacked into a tall figure, knocking them both to the ground.
"You!" she cried. The other person scrambled to get up and ran in the other direction. Hopping up, she sped along behind.
"Stop!" she yelled. The other didn't listen to her. She grumbled and continued her pursuit.
"Hullo!" she heard. Stopping abruptly, she saw that the four Hobbit members of the Fellowship were walking by, each holding a hot dog, box of popcorn, and soda. Pippin also had some blue cotton-candy.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked.
"We got hungry," Merry told her.
"Well, hurry back to the field. I'll be there soon. Oh, and you may want to eat very little of that. If you eat too much, you'll almost certainly be sick after we start playing again," she warned.
"Don't worry about us! We know our way with food," Pippin smiled.
"If you say so. Look, I'm in a hurry, so head back to your dugout," she told them again. They smiled, waved, and continued on their way. The girl, however, had a pained expression on her face. She had lost the one she had been chasing. Taking a guess, she headed down a passageway on the right.
Walking slowly, she tried to think of where the person could have gone. She was suddenly struck with an idea.
"Oh, I'll never find the music fiend at this rate," said the author. (Dun dun duuuun!) The music came from the loudspeakers, but she heard a chuckle ahead.
Perfect, she thought. Rushing forward, she peered through the doorway to another room. Sure enough, the tall figure stood, back towards her. She took a running leap and landed on the person's back, knocking them both to the ground once again.
"Get off!" came a muffled cry. "Jean!"
She yanked the person's cap off and flipped them over. "Moe," she said, "you've got some 'splainin' to do! What's with the music?"
He laughed and tried to get up, but she sat on his chest, then took his sunglasses off of his face.
"It's too dark in here for these," she chidded. "Now, answer me!"
"Get off, Jean!"
"Not until you answer," Jean repsonded.
"You do realize that I can get up if I really want to, right?" Moe said.
"I don't care. Why the music?"
Moe shrugged the best he could. "It was fun! You know I like to annoy you!"
Jean's expression was grim, but Moe noticed laughter in her eyes. "Yeah, I know," she said. "Get up and come with me."
Moe stood after she removed herself from his chest and followed rather unwillingly (she had him by his ear) back to the sound room. Here she made him fix what he'd done so that the music wouldn't play at every mention of the word "author."
Next she led him to the field, where she had him tied him to a chair.
"Now, stay there and don't give me any more trouble!" she said as Boromir finished tying the knot.
"At least put my hat and glasses on me," Moe whined. She did this, then put her gear back on quickly.
"Everyone set?" she asked. When they nodded (or grunted in a few cases), she pulled her mask down, yelling, "Play ball!"