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Author's Note: The italics don't seem to be showing up for thoughts... so we'll just put them in little ** thingies instead, ok? hehe
I Know You.....
After walking for about half an hour, Aithril and the Fellowship came to the door of her house. It was different from the other buildings because there was a green field for a lawn, instead of just a patch of grass. "Bill would have liked this grass," said Sam sadly, and Frodo put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
Aithril turned to face them, batting her hair away from her face as it swirled around her. "Bill?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows with the question. Legolas stopped breathing as he caught sight of those eyes: they were a deep green, almost emerald, and he would have stayed like that, transfixed, if Aragorn had not shifted but a little and blocked his view.
"Our pony," sniffed Sam. Aithril smiled down at him. "Your favorite, I'm guessing. If it is horses you wish to ride, my family owns fifteen of them." Sam tried to grin back at her. "Thank you." he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Aragorn stared at her back as she turned around to open the door.
*This is indeed a strange elf we have met.* he thought. Gandalf was thinking along the same lines, but he was more interested in the inventions. *Wizards can only see so far into the future,* the wizard thought to himself. *Perhaps this is TOO far for me to know what's happening.*
"Come in," Aithril waved from inside the house, and Merry led the way. Gandalf, at the end of the ragged line they had formed, heard the hobbit gasp. "What's this?" Pippin's cries of delight could also be made out. Gandalf entered the elf's house to find a strange scene. Legolas and Gimli were looking in alarm at a strange contraption that was making a ringing sound. Pippin's, Merry's, Sam's, and Frodo's eyes were glued to the screen of a box that was showing pictures- yet it was not a window. Boromir was skimming through a book he had found on a table entitled, "World War Two: A History". Aragorn was bent over looking through a long, black tube. Aithril was shouting, trying to get their attention.
"Enough!" cried Gandalf, banging his staff against the floor. Everyone looked up. "Please listen to our gracious host!" He motioned for Aithril to continue, and she held back a smile. "Just leave things the way they are," she said, looking at Boromir, who sheepishly set down the book. "And come sit on the couch, here." The Fellowship could not fit, however, so Frodo, Merry, and Sam sat on the floor near it, while Pippin perched on the arm- rest. The red-haired elf picked up the item that had been ringing and placed it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, and Pippin replied cheerily, "Hello!" Merry clapped a hand over his companion's mouth. Aithril placed a finger to her lips, and smiled at them, gesturing that they should be silent.
Legolas found himself staring at her red lips. *They would be nice to kiss,* thought Legolas dreamily, then, horrified with himself, re-thought, *I mean.....* But he couldn't think of anything else to say, even to himself. *Fine, I like her,* he admitted to himself. *But not LIKE like yet.* Legolas was lying again. *All right! I love her!* he shouted in his own head, slumping mentally against the walls of his cranium. *But I can't show anything until she reveals where we are, and we to her.....*
"Oh, hi Dad!" she said into the rectangle, while making a sour face. "Yes, I'm home." There was a pause, in which Aithril grinned. "Oh, that's all right. Really! I'll be fine for the weekend." She listened again. "Yes, I have enough. Ok, see you then! Bye!" She placed the invention back where it had been and plopped down onto a chair across from everyone else. "Whew!" she exhaled loudly. "That was fairly close. However, you're lucky. My father's away for a couple of days, so he won't be coming home to find you all here."
Aithril ended with a smile, then looked expectantly at Gandalf. The wizard stood up. "This will sound very strange to you," he hesitated as her face broke into a wry smile.
"I would say, 'Try me!', but I think I know who you all are!"she said slowly.
Gandalf's bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. "Indeed?" he asked. "Who are we?"
Author's Note: The italics don't seem to be showing up for thoughts... so we'll just put them in little ** thingies instead, ok? hehe
I Know You.....
After walking for about half an hour, Aithril and the Fellowship came to the door of her house. It was different from the other buildings because there was a green field for a lawn, instead of just a patch of grass. "Bill would have liked this grass," said Sam sadly, and Frodo put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
Aithril turned to face them, batting her hair away from her face as it swirled around her. "Bill?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows with the question. Legolas stopped breathing as he caught sight of those eyes: they were a deep green, almost emerald, and he would have stayed like that, transfixed, if Aragorn had not shifted but a little and blocked his view.
"Our pony," sniffed Sam. Aithril smiled down at him. "Your favorite, I'm guessing. If it is horses you wish to ride, my family owns fifteen of them." Sam tried to grin back at her. "Thank you." he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Aragorn stared at her back as she turned around to open the door.
*This is indeed a strange elf we have met.* he thought. Gandalf was thinking along the same lines, but he was more interested in the inventions. *Wizards can only see so far into the future,* the wizard thought to himself. *Perhaps this is TOO far for me to know what's happening.*
"Come in," Aithril waved from inside the house, and Merry led the way. Gandalf, at the end of the ragged line they had formed, heard the hobbit gasp. "What's this?" Pippin's cries of delight could also be made out. Gandalf entered the elf's house to find a strange scene. Legolas and Gimli were looking in alarm at a strange contraption that was making a ringing sound. Pippin's, Merry's, Sam's, and Frodo's eyes were glued to the screen of a box that was showing pictures- yet it was not a window. Boromir was skimming through a book he had found on a table entitled, "World War Two: A History". Aragorn was bent over looking through a long, black tube. Aithril was shouting, trying to get their attention.
"Enough!" cried Gandalf, banging his staff against the floor. Everyone looked up. "Please listen to our gracious host!" He motioned for Aithril to continue, and she held back a smile. "Just leave things the way they are," she said, looking at Boromir, who sheepishly set down the book. "And come sit on the couch, here." The Fellowship could not fit, however, so Frodo, Merry, and Sam sat on the floor near it, while Pippin perched on the arm- rest. The red-haired elf picked up the item that had been ringing and placed it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, and Pippin replied cheerily, "Hello!" Merry clapped a hand over his companion's mouth. Aithril placed a finger to her lips, and smiled at them, gesturing that they should be silent.
Legolas found himself staring at her red lips. *They would be nice to kiss,* thought Legolas dreamily, then, horrified with himself, re-thought, *I mean.....* But he couldn't think of anything else to say, even to himself. *Fine, I like her,* he admitted to himself. *But not LIKE like yet.* Legolas was lying again. *All right! I love her!* he shouted in his own head, slumping mentally against the walls of his cranium. *But I can't show anything until she reveals where we are, and we to her.....*
"Oh, hi Dad!" she said into the rectangle, while making a sour face. "Yes, I'm home." There was a pause, in which Aithril grinned. "Oh, that's all right. Really! I'll be fine for the weekend." She listened again. "Yes, I have enough. Ok, see you then! Bye!" She placed the invention back where it had been and plopped down onto a chair across from everyone else. "Whew!" she exhaled loudly. "That was fairly close. However, you're lucky. My father's away for a couple of days, so he won't be coming home to find you all here."
Aithril ended with a smile, then looked expectantly at Gandalf. The wizard stood up. "This will sound very strange to you," he hesitated as her face broke into a wry smile.
"I would say, 'Try me!', but I think I know who you all are!"she said slowly.
Gandalf's bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. "Indeed?" he asked. "Who are we?"