Welcome to another chapter,
sorry it took so long! Kathryn and I were at this big scouting comp. for our county. There was ment to be 8 in each group/patrol but we only had 3. There was 17 groups including us. We had no leaders to help us and the PL's were in charge, which was me! We had to do lots of stuff. We made a meal and desert over a fire, made a small log book about us and our time there, Kathryn and I along with several others went on a 5K hike from around 3am until 6am, we set up a camp with a huge AWESOME gate! We did six bases or challenges accross Saturday and Sunday. One of the last things we had to do was a sketch at the bonfire, there were some really great ones, and some really pointless ones! Ours was a play my brother wrote for us, taking the mick out of 3D movies, Kathryn had to slap me in it so we faked it and we did it so well everyone thought it was real (it was so funny) then the 3D glasses I was wearing for it, when she slapped me flew into the FIRE! How mad is that? We then sang Revelations ~ Assassins Creed Literal Trailer! Go Tobuscus!
*Nod at the birds*
P.S. It was our first year and we came 6th, we were absolutly ECSTATIC!
Now that my rant about my scout weekend is done, lets read!
They looked around the inn, then the other four turned to Frodo. He didn't seem to know what to do either. Kathryn nudged her head in the direction of the bar in front of them. Frodo looked to the others, they all nodded in agreement, so Frodo nervously stepped towards the bench. Looking up he nervously called out, "uh, excuse me?"
A man came into view above their heads. It took him a few seconds to look down finally discovering the small hobbits that were addressing him. "Good evening Little masters and young Miss" the man said smiling down kindly at them, "If you're seeking accomodation we have some nice cozy hobbit sized rooms available, Mister... uhh?" He looked at Frodo uncertainly. Frodo spared a glance back at his friends.
Frodo hesitated slightly before answering, finding his voice he replied, "Underhill. My name's Underhill." The man nodded the look of uncertainty still upon his face.
"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey" Frodo continued, "can you tell him we've arrived?" The man looked down at them closely, lost in thought.
"Gandalf?" he asked he looked around, trying to think clearly, "Gandalf."
Then suddenly it was though a light had been lit as he remembered, "Ohh, yes!" They smiled at this. "I remember, elderly chap? Long grey beard? Pointy hat?" Kathryn couldn't help but giggle at the last one. She always thought Gandalf was one for fashion. *Note sarcasm.* The smile was wiped from not only her face but the others aswell when the bar man said, "Haven't seen him for six months." Their faces fell with disappointment. Kathryn knew that something else had been bound to go wrong. First those riders and now Gandalf hadn't shown.
Frodo turned away and the man left to serve other customers. They huddeled together, "What do we do now?" Sam asked the question they were all thinking. Kathryn had worry written all over her face, "Do you think Gandalf is alright?" she asked.
"It's Gandalf. I'm sure he's fine."
Kathryn nodded in agreement then looked back to Frodo, who was looking arund the pub thinking of their next move. "I guess we wait and see" he said to them finally, there really wasn't much else they could do but just that. Then Sam, Kathryn and Pippin went to get drinks and a place to sit, while Frodo and Merry got them a room for the night. They had offered to get Kathryn her own room but she didn't trust the new place and didn't want to be alone. The guys agreed with her arguments and got to it. After accomodations were organized, they sat down together with their drinks at one of the few empty tables, the pub was surprisingly packed and full of noise. All were sipping away at their drinks, except for Pippin of course who was chugging his down.
Kathryn had stopped drinking and was staring into space but to the others it looked as though she was strangely staring at the wall. The sounds of conversation and laughter and enjoyment seemed to light a spark in Kathryn's mind and a scene similar to the dreams and memories she had before came to mind.
*Memory*
Flashes of different colours, people dancing, having drinks or talking. A strange style of music: fast and loud. People all quite young, all human, boys and girls alike. All were dressed rather strangly and some had oddly coloured hair. Lots of girls wore clothes that were tight, short or showed skin, that just wasn' heard of! The boys were oddly textured and coloured breeches and shirts, some even had strange hats. Most were dancing among the lights and smoke, their moves and the combinations they preformed couldn't have even been imagined in Middle Earth.
But her attention wasn't on the dancers but over by a small secluded area to the side of the large room next to the wall. Alng the wall were many booths filled with people. Taking a closer look, she felt drawn to one in praticuler. In this booth were five girls and four boys. They were all relaxing on a large leather couch which curved around a large table. Several had drinks either in their hands or infront of them resting on the table, waiting to be drank. They all seemed familiar. Then they began to speak, the music seemed to drain away. "Is Aisling coming tonight?" asked the blond boy to the brunette beside him. A name came to Kathryn's mind, Conor, that was his name. "Nah" said the dark haried girl beside him, she looked almost identical to Áine, except younger and less elvish, "we asked her, but you know Ash, this really isn't her thing." Suddenly the names of all these people came back to her but how she didn't know. The girl farthest on the left next to a boy with dark brown hair and tanned skin, was called Sarah, the boy was, like the blond boy named Conor. A bit confusing. Next there was a girl with short blond hair her name was Amy and beside her was Ada, a pretty girl with dark brown hair. Then there was the blond Conor and Warren a tall boy with a kind of bad boy look about him, handsome with long dark hair around his shoulders. The girl that looked like Aine sat beside him and her name was.. Áine. But how could that be. Was it really her? Then there was a tall, good-looking boy with blond hair, it was darker then Conor' was Drake. Then at the very edge sat another girl. She had dark hair and her clothes were easily visible from where she was sitting.
She wore a short black, one shoulder dress with a large silver belt, black fishnet gloves up to her elbows, black torn tights with simple black pumps. On her head she a double pearl hairband to keep her straight dark hair back out of her face. Around her neck was a long silver chain and on the was a small silver pocket watch. On her right hand was a beautiful small jeweled ring. She wore a little make-up but not to much to hide her true self like most at the club did.
Then the girl, Áine got to her feet and walked out of the booth and then turned to face them. Her outfit was much different to hers. She wore bright red top with the letters MTV on it, a leather waistcoat over it. She also wore a pair of short denim shorts over a pair of designed tights. On her feet were red sneaker with a slight wedge at the back and a zip down the side. Around her waist as a belt were many golden hoops attached together with a gold chain. Around her neck clearly visible as the colours clashed with her top was a gold necklace with three charms; one a golden arrow, another a golden bird and the last a small rectangular piece of gold metal saying the words, 'Girl on fire'. On her head to keep her hair back was a dark brown military hat with a red heart across the front. Then finally on her hands a sleek fingerless gloves.
"I'm bored!" she complained and then her face lit up with a grin. The boys in the booth shared a mischievious glance and the other girls couldn't help but giggle. The four boys bounded from the booth over to Áine and sprinted out onto the dance floor and started preforming to a cheering audience who had already gathered around them to watch their routines. Kathryn's dream self got up from her place in the booth to go watch her friends.
*Memory Ends*
Kathryn blinked several times to get rid of the bluryness. She shuck her head and then looked back to the others at the table just in time to see Merry re-join not even noticing he had left. He was carrying what looked a large mug of ale. He took a seat between her and Pippin grining down at the drink. "What's that?" Pippin asked staring wide eyed at it aswell. "This my friend, is a pint!" Merry replied absolutely mezmerised. "It comes in pints?" asked Pippin sharing a look of astonishment with Kathryn to the left of Merry. Kathryn jumped to her feet, "I'm getting one" she said seriously. Pippin jumped up after her and followed calling out, "Hey! Wait for me!"
As the two ran across the pub and approched the bar, Frodo and Sam went back to glancing around the inn. Some were giving them uncertain looks but they figured it was because they probably had never seen a hobbit before let alone five in one night. Sam stopped at the sight of a tall figure relaxing and smoking a pipe at a table in a corner, wearing a black cloak the hood up to hide the top half of his face. The pipe never left the man's lips. Sam nudged Frodo in the direction of the man, Sam had noticed him several times and everytime he had been staring directly at them. "That man had done nothing but stare at you since we arrived." Frodo looked over at the dark hooded figure and as the man they had spoken with at the bar earlier passed, Frodo pulled on the apron he wore and motioned him down.
"That man in the corner," he asked quietly, "who is he?" The man looked hesitantly over at the man still smoking away on his pipe. "He's one of them rangers" he started to explain, "Dangerous folk they are, wandering around in the wild. His real name I've never heard but around here, he's known as Strider." The man staightened but he seemed to think against as again he bent and with a more confused tone of voice he added, "the thing is, this is the first time I've seen him on his own in years." Frodo, Merry and Sam shared several confused looks and turned back to him, "what do you mean?" The man sighed and spared another glance at the Ranger, "it's just he normally has another with him, come to think of it don't know his name either, that one is known as Shadow, haven't seen him for awhile." With that he got up and walked away. The Ranger, Strider, continued to watch. Absent mindedly puffing on his pipe.
At that moment completely unaware of the conversation that had just taken place, Kathryn skipped back across the pub towards their table, being careful so as not to spill her drink. Then without any warning she slipped backwards and her drink went flying out of her hand almost spilling all over Merry, who had just dodged in time to miss. Sam had rushed from his feet at a lightning pace so as to catch Kathryn before she hit the floor. After realising it was Sam that had halted her fall, a slight redness spread across her cheeks and up to the pointy tips of her ears, easily hidden by her hair. But she could still feel it.
This had all gone unnoticed by the rest of the people hanging around in the pub including Pippin, who was still seated up at the bar, talking away with a couple of human men. Sam helped Kathryn back to her seat across from him at the bench. She was still rather annoyed at spilling her drink and when Sam suggested she go get another she complained, "too much effort." Frodo rolled his eyes at his friends childish behavior, then she started pouting cause they wouldn't share their drinks with her, this just added to their amusement.
Finally Sam had enough of kathryn's pouting (or in other words crumbled at her puppy dog face) offered her some of his drink but as he asked this, Pippin's voice carried across over to them, "Baggins? Sure! I know a Baggins!" Pippin turned on his seat at the bar to jesture over to his halfling friends, "Frodo Baggins!" Frodo looked shocked, Pippin just blew his cover, hadn't Frodo already explained he had to go by Underhill. "He's my second cousin, you know? Twice removed on his mother side..." The rest of his words were drowned out by the loud noise that seemed to erupt inside the room. How foolish could Pippin be?
Frodo had gotten to his feet and was racing towards Pippin, trying to pull him away from the crowd but only ended up knocking over Pippin's and in what seemed like slow motion, Frodo fell on to his back, his hand rising up towards the cieling. Kathryn swore something gold twinkle in the candle light of the inn before falling back down and onto the hand of the awaiting hobbit. And as the golden object that looked to be a ring slipped onto his finger, he vanished. Suddenly a deep voice boomed in her mind, 'one ring to rule them all' but she couldn't recall where she heard it before. How could that one thing make him disappear? Kathryn noticed everyone was looking around for Frodo, then he reappeared off to her right so she called out to the shocked gathering of on lookers, "You must have all had too much to drink, he's over there! See!"
The men turned back to their drinks not thinking anymore on what had just unfolded before them. Looking over to where she last saw Frodo she saw he was gone. By chance she spotted Merry, Pippin and Sam charging up a set of stairs. Frodo no where in sight. Kathryn didn't know what they were at but decided to follow them anyway, someone would have to keep them out of trouble.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs she realised she had lost sight of them all. She jogged down the corridor until she came across a room where the three hobbits she had seen moments ago standing just inside the doorway. Looking over their heads and further into the room. Sam was facing towards the ranger, Strider and beside him stood Frodo. Sam had his hands clenched into fists and they were up supposidly to be threatening to the man. The had a sword in his hand that was now lowered towards the ground, a look of slight surprise on his face. He was handsome with shoulder length dark hair. His hood had been taken down and he looked to be late twenties to around his mid-thirties. He sheated his sword, "you have a stout heart little hobbit, but that will not save you." Kathryn stepped forward into the room with them. Sam took a few steps closer to him, which she smiled at him for, grateful.
"You can no longer wait for the wizard Frodo" he looked down at him, "they're coming."
Well thats they end of that chapter read on please as hopefully the next chapter is up too. Yes I finished several at one time to make up for taking so long. My mum took my laptop so I would start doing more study for my exams. I finished them all and am very pleased with how I did, I'll hopefully tell you the results when I get them. Music was probably my best, normally its history or maths but this time I think its music. And Irish went very well too. Hopefully Mr. O'Domhnaill will be pleased with me and Kathryns scores
Kathryn (in background): IT'S KATHRYN AND I!
Yes you guessed it Kathryns a grammer nut, or as we say at home a Grammer Nazi!
A Bientot!
love, Áine
