2nd Chapter. Wowser! Hehe. Yeah, now the story be taking shape. r and r.
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Many a miles away, on the East-West road, Legolas and company were traveling together on horseback. He rode upon the back of a steadfast gelding, and the other was set likewise on a young dusky gray mare. They didn't speak to one another, but instead, simply rode off quickly into the night.
Not many hours later, they arrived at the Prancing Pony. Dismounting their steeds, the two companions entered through the Pony's doors and proceeded to make reservations. As they took a seat in the pub, many heads turned their way and stared conspicuously at the Mirkwood elf and his confrere. An assistant hurried over and placed an assortment of food and drink atop the table. After finishing their meal, Legolas turned to his friend and bade her goodnight. " I will retire now, but stay up if you wish. I suppose you'll want a look around the place." She acknowledged his remark with a nod, and headed for the backdoor.
Pippin hurriedly climbed the apple tree. "Trying to wallop me, heh! I'll show her." The fool of a Took (as Gandalf would have said) had been caught slacking off in the barroom, chatting with fellow guests, though he was now a hired help at the Pony. The bristly broom Mrs. Taolbulb (the head of the Pony) always carried had nearly missed his head. A few centimeters closer and Pippin would have been lying unconsciously sprawled across the floor. He sat there, in the branches of an apple tree, fruit in hand, waiting for that dreaded Mrs. Taolbulb to pass by. Just then a brown head came in to view. Not wasting a moment's time, Pippin threw the apple at the mobile figure. "Ow!" Came a voice much younger sounding than Mrs. Taolbulb.
The young hobbit girl, whom Pippin had whacked on the head with an apple, immediately picked up the dented mass of pulp and threw it back into the tree. "Stupid tree!" she yelled, "keep your apples to yourself." Another sound of "Ow" issued from inside the tree, along with a few bonks that sounded as if someone was inside. (Duh…) The hobbitess was about to throw in another apple when Pippin came tumbling out onto the grass, as well as on to her. "Geroff me!" She exclaimed. With unusual strength, the girl pushed Pippin off and began to pelt him with more apples.
Lying on the grass being bombarded with red fruit, Pippin began to clamor. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry! Ah! Stop! Ouch! You're hurting me! Please, I surrender!!…"
" What the blazes do you think your doing??!!??!!" Hiding in trees, lobbing produce at people, honestly!"
" Lawks! Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Pippin looked down regretfully at the ground. After a few seconds of debating, the hobbit girl decided the fruit thrower looked more or less genuinely sorry. So with a suspicious glare, she accepted his apology. They shook hands, and the girl grinned. "Did anybody ever tell you, you have a great throwing hand?" asked he. This time the girl giggled.
"No, *giggles* did anyone ever tell you that you're a very comical individual?"
"Actually, all the time. Some say only when I drink too much."
"Well, *giggles and giggles some more* in that case, would you like to have a drink with me?" "It's my first time in Bree." Notified she; Her tone seemed to possess a quality of somewhat peculiar eagerness to.
And Mr. Took, being the ale guzzling hobbit that he was, couldn't refuse. And they walked happily back into the pub, leaving the fallen apples to the birds and insects.
What should I make the hobbit girl look like, I wonder? If anybody has a suggestion, IM me and be a puppet (giggles). If you are wondering why I giggle so much, as well as my new character, then wait until the whole story is done, you might find out why.
Many a miles away, on the East-West road, Legolas and company were traveling together on horseback. He rode upon the back of a steadfast gelding, and the other was set likewise on a young dusky gray mare. They didn't speak to one another, but instead, simply rode off quickly into the night.
Not many hours later, they arrived at the Prancing Pony. Dismounting their steeds, the two companions entered through the Pony's doors and proceeded to make reservations. As they took a seat in the pub, many heads turned their way and stared conspicuously at the Mirkwood elf and his confrere. An assistant hurried over and placed an assortment of food and drink atop the table. After finishing their meal, Legolas turned to his friend and bade her goodnight. " I will retire now, but stay up if you wish. I suppose you'll want a look around the place." She acknowledged his remark with a nod, and headed for the backdoor.
Pippin hurriedly climbed the apple tree. "Trying to wallop me, heh! I'll show her." The fool of a Took (as Gandalf would have said) had been caught slacking off in the barroom, chatting with fellow guests, though he was now a hired help at the Pony. The bristly broom Mrs. Taolbulb (the head of the Pony) always carried had nearly missed his head. A few centimeters closer and Pippin would have been lying unconsciously sprawled across the floor. He sat there, in the branches of an apple tree, fruit in hand, waiting for that dreaded Mrs. Taolbulb to pass by. Just then a brown head came in to view. Not wasting a moment's time, Pippin threw the apple at the mobile figure. "Ow!" Came a voice much younger sounding than Mrs. Taolbulb.
The young hobbit girl, whom Pippin had whacked on the head with an apple, immediately picked up the dented mass of pulp and threw it back into the tree. "Stupid tree!" she yelled, "keep your apples to yourself." Another sound of "Ow" issued from inside the tree, along with a few bonks that sounded as if someone was inside. (Duh…) The hobbitess was about to throw in another apple when Pippin came tumbling out onto the grass, as well as on to her. "Geroff me!" She exclaimed. With unusual strength, the girl pushed Pippin off and began to pelt him with more apples.
Lying on the grass being bombarded with red fruit, Pippin began to clamor. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry! Ah! Stop! Ouch! You're hurting me! Please, I surrender!!…"
" What the blazes do you think your doing??!!??!!" Hiding in trees, lobbing produce at people, honestly!"
" Lawks! Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Pippin looked down regretfully at the ground. After a few seconds of debating, the hobbit girl decided the fruit thrower looked more or less genuinely sorry. So with a suspicious glare, she accepted his apology. They shook hands, and the girl grinned. "Did anybody ever tell you, you have a great throwing hand?" asked he. This time the girl giggled.
"No, *giggles* did anyone ever tell you that you're a very comical individual?"
"Actually, all the time. Some say only when I drink too much."
"Well, *giggles and giggles some more* in that case, would you like to have a drink with me?" "It's my first time in Bree." Notified she; Her tone seemed to possess a quality of somewhat peculiar eagerness to.
And Mr. Took, being the ale guzzling hobbit that he was, couldn't refuse. And they walked happily back into the pub, leaving the fallen apples to the birds and insects.
What should I make the hobbit girl look like, I wonder? If anybody has a suggestion, IM me and be a puppet (giggles). If you are wondering why I giggle so much, as well as my new character, then wait until the whole story is done, you might find out why.
