"Frodo! Frodo, wait!" called the young Arenrahellei. "Frodo," she said as
she caught up to Frodo Baggins, a hobbit with a dangerous mission who had
come back from Rivendell for a visit. "Frodo, I made this for you for on
your mission…quest thing…" It was her famous Bag End Lemon Pound cake that
she made for him all the time.
Frodo smiled at her. She was much younger than he but he knew she liked him a lot. "Thanks, Arenrahellei, I will save every crumb."
Arenrahellei blushed and smiled. "Aww, it was no problem really…"
Frodo took a bite of it and grinned. "Just as good as always."
She blushed again. "Thank you. Oh," she remembered. "I have the antidote for you for on your quest… come and I'll go get it." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to her hobbit-hole. "Would you like some tea?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine." Frodo replied.
Then, in walked Sam Gamgee, the best friend of Frodo. "G'day master Frodo," he said. "And hello, Arenrahellei," he bowed. You can probably already tell that Sam liked Arenrahellei.
Arenrahellei and Sam were best friends. "Would you like some tea or cake, Sam?" asked Arenrahellei. She knew he would so she passed him a plate and saucer. "So," Arenrahellei said as she sat down. "How is your quest thing going?"
"Well, we almost got kill-" Sam started, but Frodo covered his mouth.
"It's going just fine," answered Frodo. He gave Sam a look. "Best be off now," he muttered.
"Yeah, I guess." Grumbled Sam. "Good day, Miss Arenrahellei."
"Good day, Sam." Replied Arenrahellei glumly. "Hope to see you soon, Frodo."
Frodo winked at her. She blushed.
Arenrahellei desperately wished that she could go along. One day she bumped into Gandalf the Gray. "Oh, hello Gandalf," shouted Arenrahellei.
"Arenrahellei, my dear, no need to shout! I'm not that high up that I can't hear you." Replied the great Gandalf the Gray.
Arenrahellei hugged him. "Oh, Gandalf, it is so good to have you back. If I told you something, would you promise not to tell?"
"A wizard never tells," replied Gandalf matter-of-factly.
"I want to come with you," whispered Arenrahellei. "I desperately want to come. I can sense that some time in the future one or more of the members of the Fellowship will be struck with something awful. I'm telling you, Gandalf, I can feel it in the air."
"I am not one to doubt of you, Arenrahellei," said Gandalf. "I have always known there was something special about you."
So there it was. She had admitted it. But what next? You can't expect all of the members to just let her in, can you? If you have any knowledge at all, then you would know. But I suppose you don't know the Middle-Earth people's logic, do you?
Frodo smiled at her. She was much younger than he but he knew she liked him a lot. "Thanks, Arenrahellei, I will save every crumb."
Arenrahellei blushed and smiled. "Aww, it was no problem really…"
Frodo took a bite of it and grinned. "Just as good as always."
She blushed again. "Thank you. Oh," she remembered. "I have the antidote for you for on your quest… come and I'll go get it." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to her hobbit-hole. "Would you like some tea?" she asked.
"No, I'm fine." Frodo replied.
Then, in walked Sam Gamgee, the best friend of Frodo. "G'day master Frodo," he said. "And hello, Arenrahellei," he bowed. You can probably already tell that Sam liked Arenrahellei.
Arenrahellei and Sam were best friends. "Would you like some tea or cake, Sam?" asked Arenrahellei. She knew he would so she passed him a plate and saucer. "So," Arenrahellei said as she sat down. "How is your quest thing going?"
"Well, we almost got kill-" Sam started, but Frodo covered his mouth.
"It's going just fine," answered Frodo. He gave Sam a look. "Best be off now," he muttered.
"Yeah, I guess." Grumbled Sam. "Good day, Miss Arenrahellei."
"Good day, Sam." Replied Arenrahellei glumly. "Hope to see you soon, Frodo."
Frodo winked at her. She blushed.
Arenrahellei desperately wished that she could go along. One day she bumped into Gandalf the Gray. "Oh, hello Gandalf," shouted Arenrahellei.
"Arenrahellei, my dear, no need to shout! I'm not that high up that I can't hear you." Replied the great Gandalf the Gray.
Arenrahellei hugged him. "Oh, Gandalf, it is so good to have you back. If I told you something, would you promise not to tell?"
"A wizard never tells," replied Gandalf matter-of-factly.
"I want to come with you," whispered Arenrahellei. "I desperately want to come. I can sense that some time in the future one or more of the members of the Fellowship will be struck with something awful. I'm telling you, Gandalf, I can feel it in the air."
"I am not one to doubt of you, Arenrahellei," said Gandalf. "I have always known there was something special about you."
So there it was. She had admitted it. But what next? You can't expect all of the members to just let her in, can you? If you have any knowledge at all, then you would know. But I suppose you don't know the Middle-Earth people's logic, do you?