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Chapter 4 ~ Frodo
They gawped. That's it, they just gawped.
Frodo: Sam, this isn't a dream, is it? You're hearing that voice too, aren't you – please say you are.
Sam: Yes Mr Frodo... Um... Hello?
Steph: Hello! Eureka! You're finally talking to me!
Frodo looked seriously freaked out.
Frodo: Where are you? Show yourself!
I waved my hand in front of his face. The thought suddenly occurred to me that this was all a big hoax.
"Nah. Too realistic, with really good actors – this guy reminds me of Elijah Wood. Anywho – who would want to play a trick on me? I mean, my family simply wouldn't bother, and I don't have any friends and... I have never seen or heard of a place like this."
Steph: I'm right here. Look! Lookies!
I started jumping up and down. Frodo seemed to find the source of the noise right in front of him and looked down at the footprints I was making in the ground.
Frodo: Who are you? Why can't I see you?
Steph: This is going to take quite a while.
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should go, orcs patrol these shores.
Frodo: Yes, we should be going, might we talk of this later?
Steph: Yuh, sure – can I come along? I mean, I've got nowhere else to go, and I've not the slightest idea of where I am.
Frodo opened his mouth to speak, still not sure of who or where he speaking to, but was cut across by Sam.
Sam: Mr Frodo, what if it's a spy of Sauron, someone come to take the ring?!
Steph: What ring? And I'm a she.
Frodo: A – sorry?
Recognition seemed to spark in his eyes, despite he claimed he couldn't see me.
Frodo: You were there... behind Aragorn, then you faded, disappeared.
His eyes grew wider.
Frodo: I could see you when I wore the ring. Each time....
Steph: What the hell are you talking about?
Frodo's head turned to the left, where I had moved to – I was now sitting on a tree trunk.
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should go.
Frodo: But we can't leave... her behind.
Sam: Mr Frodo... no.
Frodo: Or would you come with us?
Steph: Well I ain't exactly got anywhere else to go.... That's a yes.
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With a quick complaint/advice from Sam, we set off quickly. Frodo kept looking over his shoulder, as if to check I was still there, which was, of course, pointless, as he 'couldn't' see me. It felt really weird to be around people who were either very good actors or ignored your presence, which was ok by me, as back home I was usually ignored.
We eventually reached the edge of the forest to some rocky mountains that I was later informed were the hills of Emyn Muil, very dangerous and impassable.
"Then why on earth are we attempting to pass impassable mountains? That don't make no sense. Then again, very little that I say makes sense. What the hell, stop confusing yourself, Steph. Ye nutcase."
We came to a halt for a quick lunch. Sam seemed to carry all the food. He broke some weird biscuit kinda bread stuff called Lembas... apparently. Elvish Waybread. Looked like shortbread. Tasted good though. He broke a piece, and offered it to thin air.
Sam: Er... would you like some?
'Yes please.' Came my voice 3ft to the left of where he was holding the bread.
Steph: Ta, mate.
Frodo: Tar? Mate? What language do you speak?
I took a breath.
"Are these midgets completely thick?"
That was another thing that had occurred to me – their size. They were at least half the size of a normal person - both of them – and they had pointy ears.
"Freaky."
Steph: Ta is a shortening of thanks. That's thank you. Mate kinda means friend. Slang. No woz.
"Steph, you have the worst grammar possible. I mean, you are now speaking text lingo. No, that's language. I s'pose you better tell them what that means too."
Steph: That's no worries.
There was a short pause. I decided to get to the point.
Steph: Look, we can't travel like this. We both have a lot of explaining to do.
Yet another pause. They were either ignoring me again, or were deep in thought.
Steph: Are you to even listening to me?
Their heads swung in my direction, but still neither of them spoke. I was determined to get through to them.
Steph: Right. You listen here, and you listen good.
"Got his attention."
Steph: We are now going to play a game called truth. I ask you a question, you answer. You do not lie. Then you ask me any question you please. I will not lie, capish?
Frodo: Yes... what does capish mean?
Steph: Savvy. Comprendé. En Anglais, do you understand. My turn. How did I get here? Where am I? Who are you? What are you here for? What are you?
Frodo sighed.
Frodo: Sam, I think you should start cooking – looks like we're going to be here a long time.
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Frodo: Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee. We are hobbits, of the shire.
Steph: The what?
He sighed again. He probably thought exactly what I first thought of him – thick as two planks stuck together with super glue. Though he had probably never heard of superglue.
Frodo: You are in Middle Earth. I can't explain it any simpler. More precisely, in Emyn Muil, heading for the land of Mordor. We are hobbits. Halflings. Shirefolk. The Shire being where we first set off, our home. We are taking the ring of power into the fires of Mount Doom to destroy it and to save Middle Earth.
He paused. Obviously this didn't quite have the effect he had been hoping it would have on me.
Steph: You do realise that last bit doesn't make the slightest bit of sense to me?
He groaned and put his head in his hands.
Frodo: Your go. Who... what are you? I cannot see you, yet you seem to act as a normal person, with no knowledge of where you are or should be.
Steph: Not strictly true. I should be at school, in Watford, England, Europe, Earth. Like you, I can't really explain it any more. I had a crap life, I was bullied, teased, everyone – even my family – seemed to hate me and there was bugger all I could do about it. Ok. I'll start from the top, as that probably don't mean anything to you. My name is Steph. Stephanie Brewerton, to be precise, though I never use my full name. I was always Steph. Just Steph. Just the kid who stood on the sidelines, allowing herself to be kicked around like a football. I am a person, a 14-year-old schoolgirl who has been ignored most of her life and attempts to find her own way around things, usually without much success.
I came here when playing a game at school – I seemed to fall and landed where that man was talking to you. Long story, followed you and here I am. I don't know what's going on, I feel confused but don't know where to turn to, I feel like I've been singled out and everything I do, everything I touch seems to go wrong and I don't know what to do, I just don't know.
"You've cracked Steph."
I sat down and buried my face in my hands, fighting back tears. Frodo looked to Sam and they explained what they were doing, about this crazy world I was currently in and their 'quest'.
Steph: I just don't know.... What's this 'quest' and this 'ring'.
Frodo: We set out from Rivendell with seven others. Two of them hobbits, like us – Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took – two Men, one of which you saw at the clearing, one, we lost in the mines of Moria, a dwarf and an Elf.
Steph: An Elf?! Sorry, that must sound really weird – where I come from, there no such things as Elves. Or Hobbits. Sorry... that must sound really offensive.
They paused.
"Yes, Steph, that probably did sound really offensive. Would you be over the moon if you were told that where they came from, you and your kind didn't exist? I guess."
Steph: Er... sorry. Green?
Frodo: Green? What do you mean by that?
I sighed.
Steph: Ok. Alright. Cool.
"If they spoke the lingo I spoke by now they'd probably be saying: Riiiiiight.... At least, that's what it looks like they're about to say."
Frodo: Well, 'Ok' then.
Steph: Uh-huh. That's Yep. Or yes. What did you mean when you said you'd seen me?
Frodo: When I was wearing the ring, I could see you. You ran into the bushes. I also saw you at the Prancing Pony, and on Weathertop.
Steph: What? What are those places?
Frodo: The Prancing Pony is an inn at Bree.
"Brie? Isn't that cheese?"
Frodo: And Weathertop was once a great watchtower.
"Riiiiiight."
There was short silence. I nibbled at the Elvish stuff, and was surprised how little I wanted to eat. Sam began to pack up, and lifted his pack onto his shoulders, saying to Frodo:
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should be going.
Frodo: Yes, Sam. Are you ready, Steph?
It sounded weird, having him call me by the name.
Steph: Yup, Ready when you are.
We continued our passage through Emyn Muil.
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A/N: Phew, Long chapter, for me. So, what d'ye think? PLESE REVIEW!! I'M DYING HERE!!!
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Chapter 4 ~ Frodo
They gawped. That's it, they just gawped.
Frodo: Sam, this isn't a dream, is it? You're hearing that voice too, aren't you – please say you are.
Sam: Yes Mr Frodo... Um... Hello?
Steph: Hello! Eureka! You're finally talking to me!
Frodo looked seriously freaked out.
Frodo: Where are you? Show yourself!
I waved my hand in front of his face. The thought suddenly occurred to me that this was all a big hoax.
"Nah. Too realistic, with really good actors – this guy reminds me of Elijah Wood. Anywho – who would want to play a trick on me? I mean, my family simply wouldn't bother, and I don't have any friends and... I have never seen or heard of a place like this."
Steph: I'm right here. Look! Lookies!
I started jumping up and down. Frodo seemed to find the source of the noise right in front of him and looked down at the footprints I was making in the ground.
Frodo: Who are you? Why can't I see you?
Steph: This is going to take quite a while.
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should go, orcs patrol these shores.
Frodo: Yes, we should be going, might we talk of this later?
Steph: Yuh, sure – can I come along? I mean, I've got nowhere else to go, and I've not the slightest idea of where I am.
Frodo opened his mouth to speak, still not sure of who or where he speaking to, but was cut across by Sam.
Sam: Mr Frodo, what if it's a spy of Sauron, someone come to take the ring?!
Steph: What ring? And I'm a she.
Frodo: A – sorry?
Recognition seemed to spark in his eyes, despite he claimed he couldn't see me.
Frodo: You were there... behind Aragorn, then you faded, disappeared.
His eyes grew wider.
Frodo: I could see you when I wore the ring. Each time....
Steph: What the hell are you talking about?
Frodo's head turned to the left, where I had moved to – I was now sitting on a tree trunk.
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should go.
Frodo: But we can't leave... her behind.
Sam: Mr Frodo... no.
Frodo: Or would you come with us?
Steph: Well I ain't exactly got anywhere else to go.... That's a yes.
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With a quick complaint/advice from Sam, we set off quickly. Frodo kept looking over his shoulder, as if to check I was still there, which was, of course, pointless, as he 'couldn't' see me. It felt really weird to be around people who were either very good actors or ignored your presence, which was ok by me, as back home I was usually ignored.
We eventually reached the edge of the forest to some rocky mountains that I was later informed were the hills of Emyn Muil, very dangerous and impassable.
"Then why on earth are we attempting to pass impassable mountains? That don't make no sense. Then again, very little that I say makes sense. What the hell, stop confusing yourself, Steph. Ye nutcase."
We came to a halt for a quick lunch. Sam seemed to carry all the food. He broke some weird biscuit kinda bread stuff called Lembas... apparently. Elvish Waybread. Looked like shortbread. Tasted good though. He broke a piece, and offered it to thin air.
Sam: Er... would you like some?
'Yes please.' Came my voice 3ft to the left of where he was holding the bread.
Steph: Ta, mate.
Frodo: Tar? Mate? What language do you speak?
I took a breath.
"Are these midgets completely thick?"
That was another thing that had occurred to me – their size. They were at least half the size of a normal person - both of them – and they had pointy ears.
"Freaky."
Steph: Ta is a shortening of thanks. That's thank you. Mate kinda means friend. Slang. No woz.
"Steph, you have the worst grammar possible. I mean, you are now speaking text lingo. No, that's language. I s'pose you better tell them what that means too."
Steph: That's no worries.
There was a short pause. I decided to get to the point.
Steph: Look, we can't travel like this. We both have a lot of explaining to do.
Yet another pause. They were either ignoring me again, or were deep in thought.
Steph: Are you to even listening to me?
Their heads swung in my direction, but still neither of them spoke. I was determined to get through to them.
Steph: Right. You listen here, and you listen good.
"Got his attention."
Steph: We are now going to play a game called truth. I ask you a question, you answer. You do not lie. Then you ask me any question you please. I will not lie, capish?
Frodo: Yes... what does capish mean?
Steph: Savvy. Comprendé. En Anglais, do you understand. My turn. How did I get here? Where am I? Who are you? What are you here for? What are you?
Frodo sighed.
Frodo: Sam, I think you should start cooking – looks like we're going to be here a long time.
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Frodo: Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee. We are hobbits, of the shire.
Steph: The what?
He sighed again. He probably thought exactly what I first thought of him – thick as two planks stuck together with super glue. Though he had probably never heard of superglue.
Frodo: You are in Middle Earth. I can't explain it any simpler. More precisely, in Emyn Muil, heading for the land of Mordor. We are hobbits. Halflings. Shirefolk. The Shire being where we first set off, our home. We are taking the ring of power into the fires of Mount Doom to destroy it and to save Middle Earth.
He paused. Obviously this didn't quite have the effect he had been hoping it would have on me.
Steph: You do realise that last bit doesn't make the slightest bit of sense to me?
He groaned and put his head in his hands.
Frodo: Your go. Who... what are you? I cannot see you, yet you seem to act as a normal person, with no knowledge of where you are or should be.
Steph: Not strictly true. I should be at school, in Watford, England, Europe, Earth. Like you, I can't really explain it any more. I had a crap life, I was bullied, teased, everyone – even my family – seemed to hate me and there was bugger all I could do about it. Ok. I'll start from the top, as that probably don't mean anything to you. My name is Steph. Stephanie Brewerton, to be precise, though I never use my full name. I was always Steph. Just Steph. Just the kid who stood on the sidelines, allowing herself to be kicked around like a football. I am a person, a 14-year-old schoolgirl who has been ignored most of her life and attempts to find her own way around things, usually without much success.
I came here when playing a game at school – I seemed to fall and landed where that man was talking to you. Long story, followed you and here I am. I don't know what's going on, I feel confused but don't know where to turn to, I feel like I've been singled out and everything I do, everything I touch seems to go wrong and I don't know what to do, I just don't know.
"You've cracked Steph."
I sat down and buried my face in my hands, fighting back tears. Frodo looked to Sam and they explained what they were doing, about this crazy world I was currently in and their 'quest'.
Steph: I just don't know.... What's this 'quest' and this 'ring'.
Frodo: We set out from Rivendell with seven others. Two of them hobbits, like us – Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took – two Men, one of which you saw at the clearing, one, we lost in the mines of Moria, a dwarf and an Elf.
Steph: An Elf?! Sorry, that must sound really weird – where I come from, there no such things as Elves. Or Hobbits. Sorry... that must sound really offensive.
They paused.
"Yes, Steph, that probably did sound really offensive. Would you be over the moon if you were told that where they came from, you and your kind didn't exist? I guess."
Steph: Er... sorry. Green?
Frodo: Green? What do you mean by that?
I sighed.
Steph: Ok. Alright. Cool.
"If they spoke the lingo I spoke by now they'd probably be saying: Riiiiiight.... At least, that's what it looks like they're about to say."
Frodo: Well, 'Ok' then.
Steph: Uh-huh. That's Yep. Or yes. What did you mean when you said you'd seen me?
Frodo: When I was wearing the ring, I could see you. You ran into the bushes. I also saw you at the Prancing Pony, and on Weathertop.
Steph: What? What are those places?
Frodo: The Prancing Pony is an inn at Bree.
"Brie? Isn't that cheese?"
Frodo: And Weathertop was once a great watchtower.
"Riiiiiight."
There was short silence. I nibbled at the Elvish stuff, and was surprised how little I wanted to eat. Sam began to pack up, and lifted his pack onto his shoulders, saying to Frodo:
Sam: Mr Frodo, we should be going.
Frodo: Yes, Sam. Are you ready, Steph?
It sounded weird, having him call me by the name.
Steph: Yup, Ready when you are.
We continued our passage through Emyn Muil.
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A/N: Phew, Long chapter, for me. So, what d'ye think? PLESE REVIEW!! I'M DYING HERE!!!