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Chapter Two
Making Conversation
"So," I said, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Are you. A hobbit?" Frodo asked.
"No. A human." I replied.
"Oh," he replied.
"You're having trouble absorbing this, aren't you?"
"A little."
"Me too."
I studied his face more carefully than before. His eyes were full of worry mixed with some other feeling I recognized but could not identify. He looked up at me, and I looked away, hoping he hadn't seen me, but it seemed I was too late.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Nothing," I said.
"No, seriously, what is it?"
"Well," I said, trying to choose my words carefully, "Us humans, or at least one of us, a long time ago, found out about you and your adventures. And Bilbo's adventures, too. And he wrote books about it. And then a movie was made, at least with the first one."
"First what? And what's a movie?"
"Oh.sorry. first segment of the whole exploit."
"What whole exploit?"
"WHAT WHOLE EXPLOIT? THE whole exploit!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't follow you."
"The ring! The quest to destroy the ring!"
"Oh. That."
"And a movie. well, it's hard to explain."
"Maybe you could show me what it is."
"Okay."
My mother wasn't home, so I could easily go into the living room and show Frodo what a movie is. I walked into the living room, and told him to sit on the couch. I picked a home movie out of the video cupboard, and turned on the television. I put the home movie in the VCR, and pushed Play. Frodo sat, watching in amazement, as, in the movie, I came on the screen. The movie was from Christmas a few of years ago, and the movie quickly turned from a view of me to a view of a flurry of wrapping paper.
"Wow." he said.
"What?"
"That looks just like you,"
"It is me. Me four years ago."
Frodo looked puzzled. "How can that be?" He asked. "You're right here."
"Yes, but if you use a special machine, something will record pictures. Then, if you put this thing," I held up the tape, "it another special machine, It will replay the pictures on this screen," I said, pointing to the television. "Sometimes, people will re-create something that's already happened and record it, or make up something and record it."
"How do they re-create it?"
"With people, called actors and actresses, who play different roles. That's what they did to make a movie of your adventures."
"Oh."
I laughed. "You have to see it, one day, if you end up staying. How did you get here, anyway?"
"I have no idea."
At this, it was my turn to say "Oh."
Just then, we were distracted as a car pulled into the driveway.
"Quick! My mother! Come here!" I led him to my room, where he promptly disappeared.
"Frodo?" I asked.
"What?" he whispered.
"Where are you?"
"I'm right here, I'm using the ring."
"THE RING?! Isn't that dangerous?!"
"Hello?" My mother's voice came. "Anyone home?"
"Yeah, just reading." I replied, picking up my book just as my mother walked in.
"Upside down?"
"Umm."
"Good one."
"Thanks," I grinned.
"I won't ask. Anyway, I'm sorry, but I'll have to go out again in a few minutes. Will you be okay for a couple of hours?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay. I'll see you tonight. There's soup in the cupboard if you get hungry."
"Okay, mom."
"Bye."
And she was gone as fast as she'd come.
"Frodo?" I asked.
The curly-haired hobbit appeared right in front of me as soon as my mother's car disappeared.
"About the ring." he started.
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Chapter Two
Making Conversation
"So," I said, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Are you. A hobbit?" Frodo asked.
"No. A human." I replied.
"Oh," he replied.
"You're having trouble absorbing this, aren't you?"
"A little."
"Me too."
I studied his face more carefully than before. His eyes were full of worry mixed with some other feeling I recognized but could not identify. He looked up at me, and I looked away, hoping he hadn't seen me, but it seemed I was too late.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Nothing," I said.
"No, seriously, what is it?"
"Well," I said, trying to choose my words carefully, "Us humans, or at least one of us, a long time ago, found out about you and your adventures. And Bilbo's adventures, too. And he wrote books about it. And then a movie was made, at least with the first one."
"First what? And what's a movie?"
"Oh.sorry. first segment of the whole exploit."
"What whole exploit?"
"WHAT WHOLE EXPLOIT? THE whole exploit!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't follow you."
"The ring! The quest to destroy the ring!"
"Oh. That."
"And a movie. well, it's hard to explain."
"Maybe you could show me what it is."
"Okay."
My mother wasn't home, so I could easily go into the living room and show Frodo what a movie is. I walked into the living room, and told him to sit on the couch. I picked a home movie out of the video cupboard, and turned on the television. I put the home movie in the VCR, and pushed Play. Frodo sat, watching in amazement, as, in the movie, I came on the screen. The movie was from Christmas a few of years ago, and the movie quickly turned from a view of me to a view of a flurry of wrapping paper.
"Wow." he said.
"What?"
"That looks just like you,"
"It is me. Me four years ago."
Frodo looked puzzled. "How can that be?" He asked. "You're right here."
"Yes, but if you use a special machine, something will record pictures. Then, if you put this thing," I held up the tape, "it another special machine, It will replay the pictures on this screen," I said, pointing to the television. "Sometimes, people will re-create something that's already happened and record it, or make up something and record it."
"How do they re-create it?"
"With people, called actors and actresses, who play different roles. That's what they did to make a movie of your adventures."
"Oh."
I laughed. "You have to see it, one day, if you end up staying. How did you get here, anyway?"
"I have no idea."
At this, it was my turn to say "Oh."
Just then, we were distracted as a car pulled into the driveway.
"Quick! My mother! Come here!" I led him to my room, where he promptly disappeared.
"Frodo?" I asked.
"What?" he whispered.
"Where are you?"
"I'm right here, I'm using the ring."
"THE RING?! Isn't that dangerous?!"
"Hello?" My mother's voice came. "Anyone home?"
"Yeah, just reading." I replied, picking up my book just as my mother walked in.
"Upside down?"
"Umm."
"Good one."
"Thanks," I grinned.
"I won't ask. Anyway, I'm sorry, but I'll have to go out again in a few minutes. Will you be okay for a couple of hours?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay. I'll see you tonight. There's soup in the cupboard if you get hungry."
"Okay, mom."
"Bye."
And she was gone as fast as she'd come.
"Frodo?" I asked.
The curly-haired hobbit appeared right in front of me as soon as my mother's car disappeared.
"About the ring." he started.
Author: MUAHAHAHAHA! I am the emperor of Cliffies! Bow down to me, mortals! Remember, TWO REVIEWS!