MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't think of anything to say. Oh well, we all know
that I don't own them. Except maybe Rosemary.
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I think that I dwelt on the thought for about three-quarters of an hour. Picturing myself on adventures through the wild, fighting monsters and journeying to places that I had only heard tales about. In every one of these I gained fabulous riches and came home to be pronounced a heroine. But I was disturbed from my thoughts by a loud calling for a song. I looked up to find one of the hobbits from the party that had entered earlier standing on a table in the middle of the room. He looked a bit uneasy about his situation but he began singing anyway. It was a very silly song that I had never heard before, something about and inn with dancing dished, musical cats, laughing dogs and cows jumping over the moon.
He finished with much applause from the company and I will admit a few laughs from me. Someone called to hear it again so he began singing. Around the end at the part with the cow jumping over the moon, for effect I guess, he jumped into the air. What happened next I could not explain, well the part where he landed on a tray of mugs and fell off the table is reasonable enough but that part that I don't understand is where he didn't hit the ground. Well I didn't see him hit the ground. He just vanished into thin air, one moment he was falling the next he wasn't there at all. I spit out the beer I had been drinking all over the man in front of me and I noticed a cough come from Strider who had been sitting in the shadows of the corner and had inhaled too quickly on his pipe.
'That's it,' I thought getting up from my chair 'there is something going on here and I am going to find out once and for all. I knew there was something strange about those hobbits from the moment that they arrived.' I walked over to Strider but found that the mysterious hobbit was already speaking with him.
"I don't know what you mean," the hobbit was saying
"Oh yes you do," answered Strider; "but we had better wait until the uproar has died down. Then, if you please, Mr. Baggins, I should like a quiet word with you."
"What about" asked Mr. Baggins
"A matter of importance- to us both," answered Strider looking at Mr. Baggins. "You may hear something to your advantage."
"Very well," said Mr. Baggins, "I'll talk to you later." With that he went over to Mr. Butterbur who was being swamped by the local hobbits and Men from Bree all telling variations of Mr. Baggins performance.
I sat alone in another shadow somewhat distant from the company and Strider. 'So there is something going on. That must be the Mr. Baggins that the black riders were asking for,' I thought to myself,' well this indeed may be my chance for adventure after all.
After Mr. Baggins had his little "performance" not many were wanting to stay much longer fearing some wizardry was at work, so soon the room was empty except for Strider, the Hobbits, Mr. Butterbur (along with the few men and hobbits that worked at the inn) and me.
I went into the parlor that the hobbits had eaten in before hoping to find the other in there as was he hadn't joined the company with the others. He wasn't in there but just as I was turning to leave the other three hobbits entered followed by Strider.
The room was dimly lit so I could easily hide underneath the tablecloth without being noticed. The hobbits got the fire going again when they noticed that Strider had followed them in.
They had a long talk as I sat watching under the table. It was about many things that astonished me. The Enemy in Mordor, Gandalf the wizard, and a great danger that Mr. Baggins or Frodo as I had learned his name now was carrying. Butterbur came in about three quarters the way through their talk and gave Frodo a letter, he said the it was from Gandalf and that he hoped that nothing had gone amiss by his delay to deliver. But I also came to understand more about Strider as he tried to convince the hobbits that he wanted to help them. The one named Sam was especially suspicious.
"How do we know that you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about?" he demanded. "You never mentioned Gandalf, till this letter came out. You might be a play-acting spy, for all I can see, trying to get us to go with you. You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes. What have you to say to the?"
"That you are a stout fellow," answered Strider; "but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it- NOW!" With that he threw back his cloak, put his hand on his sword and advanced on them. I couldn't contain myself any longer, what if this wasn't the Strider that I knew? I couldn't just let him murder these hobbits.
"NO!" I cried running out from the table and standing between the hobbits and Strider. I was ready for a blow when to my surprise his face softened and he chuckled.
"But I am the real Strider, fortunately for you Rosemary." Then he looked down at Frodo with a smile. "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
OK yah I'm kind of tired so I'm not going to go on any more with this chapter. I know that it's kind of dragging a bit but I have to get all of the introductions in. I promise that the next chapter will be better. But it still sucks that ff.net is in read only mode so I can't post this. DAMN IT! Ok I'll shut up.
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I think that I dwelt on the thought for about three-quarters of an hour. Picturing myself on adventures through the wild, fighting monsters and journeying to places that I had only heard tales about. In every one of these I gained fabulous riches and came home to be pronounced a heroine. But I was disturbed from my thoughts by a loud calling for a song. I looked up to find one of the hobbits from the party that had entered earlier standing on a table in the middle of the room. He looked a bit uneasy about his situation but he began singing anyway. It was a very silly song that I had never heard before, something about and inn with dancing dished, musical cats, laughing dogs and cows jumping over the moon.
He finished with much applause from the company and I will admit a few laughs from me. Someone called to hear it again so he began singing. Around the end at the part with the cow jumping over the moon, for effect I guess, he jumped into the air. What happened next I could not explain, well the part where he landed on a tray of mugs and fell off the table is reasonable enough but that part that I don't understand is where he didn't hit the ground. Well I didn't see him hit the ground. He just vanished into thin air, one moment he was falling the next he wasn't there at all. I spit out the beer I had been drinking all over the man in front of me and I noticed a cough come from Strider who had been sitting in the shadows of the corner and had inhaled too quickly on his pipe.
'That's it,' I thought getting up from my chair 'there is something going on here and I am going to find out once and for all. I knew there was something strange about those hobbits from the moment that they arrived.' I walked over to Strider but found that the mysterious hobbit was already speaking with him.
"I don't know what you mean," the hobbit was saying
"Oh yes you do," answered Strider; "but we had better wait until the uproar has died down. Then, if you please, Mr. Baggins, I should like a quiet word with you."
"What about" asked Mr. Baggins
"A matter of importance- to us both," answered Strider looking at Mr. Baggins. "You may hear something to your advantage."
"Very well," said Mr. Baggins, "I'll talk to you later." With that he went over to Mr. Butterbur who was being swamped by the local hobbits and Men from Bree all telling variations of Mr. Baggins performance.
I sat alone in another shadow somewhat distant from the company and Strider. 'So there is something going on. That must be the Mr. Baggins that the black riders were asking for,' I thought to myself,' well this indeed may be my chance for adventure after all.
After Mr. Baggins had his little "performance" not many were wanting to stay much longer fearing some wizardry was at work, so soon the room was empty except for Strider, the Hobbits, Mr. Butterbur (along with the few men and hobbits that worked at the inn) and me.
I went into the parlor that the hobbits had eaten in before hoping to find the other in there as was he hadn't joined the company with the others. He wasn't in there but just as I was turning to leave the other three hobbits entered followed by Strider.
The room was dimly lit so I could easily hide underneath the tablecloth without being noticed. The hobbits got the fire going again when they noticed that Strider had followed them in.
They had a long talk as I sat watching under the table. It was about many things that astonished me. The Enemy in Mordor, Gandalf the wizard, and a great danger that Mr. Baggins or Frodo as I had learned his name now was carrying. Butterbur came in about three quarters the way through their talk and gave Frodo a letter, he said the it was from Gandalf and that he hoped that nothing had gone amiss by his delay to deliver. But I also came to understand more about Strider as he tried to convince the hobbits that he wanted to help them. The one named Sam was especially suspicious.
"How do we know that you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about?" he demanded. "You never mentioned Gandalf, till this letter came out. You might be a play-acting spy, for all I can see, trying to get us to go with you. You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes. What have you to say to the?"
"That you are a stout fellow," answered Strider; "but I am afraid my only answer to you, Sam Gamgee, is this. If I had killed the real Strider, I could kill you. And I should have killed you already without much talk. If I was after the Ring, I could have it- NOW!" With that he threw back his cloak, put his hand on his sword and advanced on them. I couldn't contain myself any longer, what if this wasn't the Strider that I knew? I couldn't just let him murder these hobbits.
"NO!" I cried running out from the table and standing between the hobbits and Strider. I was ready for a blow when to my surprise his face softened and he chuckled.
"But I am the real Strider, fortunately for you Rosemary." Then he looked down at Frodo with a smile. "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
OK yah I'm kind of tired so I'm not going to go on any more with this chapter. I know that it's kind of dragging a bit but I have to get all of the introductions in. I promise that the next chapter will be better. But it still sucks that ff.net is in read only mode so I can't post this. DAMN IT! Ok I'll shut up.
