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Oh, wait, that's not a disclaimer, is it?
P.S.- I don't own Tolkien stuff. I don't own Jars of Clay. I don't own the Phantom of the Opera. I don't own nuthin'. But if I find another story out there about twins who travel to Middle-Earth and the girl's name is Sarah, I'm gonna kill someone -this actually happened! Its out there somewhere right now. Being all LIKE MINE! But not as good. Really. WAIT! NO! Don't leave me! PLEASE!
*sigh* I need to stop telling them stuff like that, huh.
Ian: Yep.
Prologue 2- The Hobbits
Meriadoc Brandybuck heaved a weighty pack over his shoulder, shifted it to a comfortable spot, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eyes. He had just finished a long day of hard work, and he looked forward to meeting up with Pippin soon. He hadn't seen his friend since the rather disastrous mishap involving three chickens, a barrel of molasses, and lots of gravity. He missed Pippin.
"Thanks, Lily, I'll be off now!" he cried, and the hobbit-lass came running.
"Father is so grateful for your help with the firewood, Merry! Er, may I call you Merry?" She eyed him, and he shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like the way she was looking at him.
"You may call me anything you like, Miss Lily. But I'd better be going now, I've got to meet a friend, all right?" He grinned hopefully, but she didn't catch his very open hint. Couldn't she understand- he wasn't interested in romance right now? And besides, Frodo was leaving for Crickhollow any day now.
"Oh, surely you can stay for dinner, at least! I'd love to get to know you more." She batted her eyelashes.
This was getting to be a bit too much. Why did girls always react to him like this? "Sorry, Lily, but I have to go. Right, ah, right now. Goodbye, and fair tidings!" He ran off pointedly, before she could object.
Merry had been having more and more trouble lately with this kind of thing. He just rolled his eyes. "Girls," he muttered. "More dangerous than a pack of wargs in a lightning storm."
***
Peregrin Took licked his fingers with the tip of his tongue, enjoying every last bit of the delicious pie his mother had finished cooking.
"PIPPIN!" one of his sisters cried shrilly, "COME HELP MOTHER WITH HER DRESS! WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN A FEW MINUTES! AND DON'T YOU DARE THINK SHE'LL LET YOU GO OFF WITH MERRY TONIGHT- YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD COME WITH US!"
Pippin sighed, and hopped to his feet. He put his hands on his hips. "Now, then, young Peregrin," he said out loud. "We have ourselves a conundrum. Do we stay and suffer through another endless visit to the aunt and uncle's place… or do we climb out the window before P**** can tumble in here and take us by the ear? Hmmmm… this is a mystery, then…"
He barely heard his sister's earsplitting shrieks, because he was already halfway down the lane by the time they realized he was gone.
Pippin thought maybe Merry would meet him, as usual, at the corner of Farmer Maggot's west cornfield. It had been a week since they collaborated, and Pippin hoped that Merry had news about Frodo, or maybe even Sarah- no, a letter hadn't come from her in over a year. She said she was off to Gondor, getting to know the land or something. Silly, he thought. She grew up there…
Pippin skipped along, keeping his spirits high. He loved how simple life seemed to be, and how peaceful. He only wished Frodo would get ahold of himself.
***
Frodo Baggins put the finishing touches on the letter, and sealed it up. He stood slowly, not taking his eyes off of the parchment, and walked to the bookcase. He carefully pulled out a thick, aging, leather-bound book. He opened it carefully, treating the contents more gently perhaps than anything else in the smial. Frodo laid the letter inside, closed the cover, and considered the letter sent.
He had no way to get them to her, anyway.
Frodo rubbed his brow and wandered over to the fireplace. Above the mantle there was a picture of Bilbo, and from behind it he took out a letter. Hastily scribbled as it was, he knew ever word by heart, had memorized the curve of every letter.
"Do I sound like a fool,
but I think I felt you moving
Closer to me
Face to the crowd
to hide the fatal cut,
Fight the weight
Feel you lift me up
I can't deny it burns me up inside,
I fan the flames to melt away my pride,
I've only got a second to spare
but all the time in the world to know you're there…
You are shelter from the rain
and the rain to wash me away.
I need you. Goodbye . Sarah."
***
Samwise Gamgee fished deep into the ground, and came up with a rather large weed.
"Aha, there you are, sneaky little thing! But I got all of your roots, didn't I? Heh."
He felt a tap on the shoulder, and shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up to a shadowed figure. They stepped in front of the sun, and Sam was able to make out his father.
"Sam, child, Frodo needs you straight away."
Sam leapt up, horrified that he had been working in his own garden all day instead of looking after his master.
"Oh, is anything wrong?"
The Gaffer smiled roughly. "Frodo didn't say a thing to me, but I can see well enough that he is hurting over leaving Bag End. Now, I know he's only going to Crickhollow, but for who-knows-what reason, you seem to cheer the fellow up. I don't want you mixing with adventures too regularly, Sam, but I reckon I knew Bilbo Baggins well enough before he disappeared to see that an adventure here and there can bring a spring to a step any day. Look after him. And keep yourself out of trouble! Get on, then."
"Yes, sir!"
Sam scurried off before he had to be told twice. It was true- Frodo was looking paler than usual. 'Samwise Gamgee,' he told himself, 'it won't make Mister Frodo feel any better know his friends have been conspirin' all around him, so don't go letting you tongue slip anywhere it shouldn't be slipping! Ah, well, you'll just have to do your best at cheering him up- little good enough, mind yourself, but no less than you could do…'
***
Merry marched along, singing a song that he barely remembered as different from the oldest of hobbit songs.
"I hear singing, and there's no one there, I smell blossoms and the trees are bare, all day long I seem to walk on air, I wonder why, I wonder why…"
***
Pippin stuck his thumbs in his pockets and strolled on his way to Farmer Maggot's. A tune was running through his head, but he could barely remember the words. Here and there a phrase stuck out, until he could sing along with the humming.
"Fallen heart and broken, will there ever be a place where I belong… hmmm hmm ha hmmm…. Hear a sound I recognize... you lift my chin and seek my eyes, a song of love you sing to me, I ache to sing it back to thee..." He slowed thoughtfully, and stopped singing.
"Maybe she was singing about herself. Hmmm."
He shrugged, and went on.
***
Samwise shook his head, and set to work. Against his best arguing, Sam had been sent off to plant flowers in the garden. But, of course, Frodo had promised to eat a nice dinner with the Gaffer and then ready everything to leave for Crickhollow at last- they'd been putting it off long enough.
As he gardened, Sam sang to himself. He's made it all up out of his own head, from a wonderful, exciting story Ryan had told him a very long time ago. Sam missed the twins, though he never mentioned it to the rest of the hobbits. Everyone avoided the subject, because Sarah had just left Frodo so suddenly. Sam couldn't help but be a bit angry with her for hurting Frodo. But Ryan, on the other hand, had never been anything but nice as spring to all of them.
"Eh, how did it go? That's right…
Christine, Christine, with a voice
Pretty as a little lark,
She sang for everyone
With a Tra-la-la and a treedle-dee
Sing-Ho!
But a nasty old phantom
With a face like a goblin
He took her away,
With a ha-ha-ha and a odle-oh!
Sing- no! …"
The song went on.
~~~ Don't worry, interesting stuff might actually happen in the next chapter.
REVIEW!!! And will someone analyze Macbeth's dagger soliloquy for me? I don't wanna *whine whine whine*.
Chrisami's new and improved reposted end-note: I got a 100% on that analysis. Wahoo.
Oh, wait, that's not a disclaimer, is it?
P.S.- I don't own Tolkien stuff. I don't own Jars of Clay. I don't own the Phantom of the Opera. I don't own nuthin'. But if I find another story out there about twins who travel to Middle-Earth and the girl's name is Sarah, I'm gonna kill someone -this actually happened! Its out there somewhere right now. Being all LIKE MINE! But not as good. Really. WAIT! NO! Don't leave me! PLEASE!
*sigh* I need to stop telling them stuff like that, huh.
Ian: Yep.
Prologue 2- The Hobbits
Meriadoc Brandybuck heaved a weighty pack over his shoulder, shifted it to a comfortable spot, and brushed a curl of hair out of his eyes. He had just finished a long day of hard work, and he looked forward to meeting up with Pippin soon. He hadn't seen his friend since the rather disastrous mishap involving three chickens, a barrel of molasses, and lots of gravity. He missed Pippin.
"Thanks, Lily, I'll be off now!" he cried, and the hobbit-lass came running.
"Father is so grateful for your help with the firewood, Merry! Er, may I call you Merry?" She eyed him, and he shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like the way she was looking at him.
"You may call me anything you like, Miss Lily. But I'd better be going now, I've got to meet a friend, all right?" He grinned hopefully, but she didn't catch his very open hint. Couldn't she understand- he wasn't interested in romance right now? And besides, Frodo was leaving for Crickhollow any day now.
"Oh, surely you can stay for dinner, at least! I'd love to get to know you more." She batted her eyelashes.
This was getting to be a bit too much. Why did girls always react to him like this? "Sorry, Lily, but I have to go. Right, ah, right now. Goodbye, and fair tidings!" He ran off pointedly, before she could object.
Merry had been having more and more trouble lately with this kind of thing. He just rolled his eyes. "Girls," he muttered. "More dangerous than a pack of wargs in a lightning storm."
***
Peregrin Took licked his fingers with the tip of his tongue, enjoying every last bit of the delicious pie his mother had finished cooking.
"PIPPIN!" one of his sisters cried shrilly, "COME HELP MOTHER WITH HER DRESS! WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN A FEW MINUTES! AND DON'T YOU DARE THINK SHE'LL LET YOU GO OFF WITH MERRY TONIGHT- YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD COME WITH US!"
Pippin sighed, and hopped to his feet. He put his hands on his hips. "Now, then, young Peregrin," he said out loud. "We have ourselves a conundrum. Do we stay and suffer through another endless visit to the aunt and uncle's place… or do we climb out the window before P**** can tumble in here and take us by the ear? Hmmmm… this is a mystery, then…"
He barely heard his sister's earsplitting shrieks, because he was already halfway down the lane by the time they realized he was gone.
Pippin thought maybe Merry would meet him, as usual, at the corner of Farmer Maggot's west cornfield. It had been a week since they collaborated, and Pippin hoped that Merry had news about Frodo, or maybe even Sarah- no, a letter hadn't come from her in over a year. She said she was off to Gondor, getting to know the land or something. Silly, he thought. She grew up there…
Pippin skipped along, keeping his spirits high. He loved how simple life seemed to be, and how peaceful. He only wished Frodo would get ahold of himself.
***
Frodo Baggins put the finishing touches on the letter, and sealed it up. He stood slowly, not taking his eyes off of the parchment, and walked to the bookcase. He carefully pulled out a thick, aging, leather-bound book. He opened it carefully, treating the contents more gently perhaps than anything else in the smial. Frodo laid the letter inside, closed the cover, and considered the letter sent.
He had no way to get them to her, anyway.
Frodo rubbed his brow and wandered over to the fireplace. Above the mantle there was a picture of Bilbo, and from behind it he took out a letter. Hastily scribbled as it was, he knew ever word by heart, had memorized the curve of every letter.
"Do I sound like a fool,
but I think I felt you moving
Closer to me
Face to the crowd
to hide the fatal cut,
Fight the weight
Feel you lift me up
I can't deny it burns me up inside,
I fan the flames to melt away my pride,
I've only got a second to spare
but all the time in the world to know you're there…
You are shelter from the rain
and the rain to wash me away.
I need you. Goodbye . Sarah."
***
Samwise Gamgee fished deep into the ground, and came up with a rather large weed.
"Aha, there you are, sneaky little thing! But I got all of your roots, didn't I? Heh."
He felt a tap on the shoulder, and shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up to a shadowed figure. They stepped in front of the sun, and Sam was able to make out his father.
"Sam, child, Frodo needs you straight away."
Sam leapt up, horrified that he had been working in his own garden all day instead of looking after his master.
"Oh, is anything wrong?"
The Gaffer smiled roughly. "Frodo didn't say a thing to me, but I can see well enough that he is hurting over leaving Bag End. Now, I know he's only going to Crickhollow, but for who-knows-what reason, you seem to cheer the fellow up. I don't want you mixing with adventures too regularly, Sam, but I reckon I knew Bilbo Baggins well enough before he disappeared to see that an adventure here and there can bring a spring to a step any day. Look after him. And keep yourself out of trouble! Get on, then."
"Yes, sir!"
Sam scurried off before he had to be told twice. It was true- Frodo was looking paler than usual. 'Samwise Gamgee,' he told himself, 'it won't make Mister Frodo feel any better know his friends have been conspirin' all around him, so don't go letting you tongue slip anywhere it shouldn't be slipping! Ah, well, you'll just have to do your best at cheering him up- little good enough, mind yourself, but no less than you could do…'
***
Merry marched along, singing a song that he barely remembered as different from the oldest of hobbit songs.
"I hear singing, and there's no one there, I smell blossoms and the trees are bare, all day long I seem to walk on air, I wonder why, I wonder why…"
***
Pippin stuck his thumbs in his pockets and strolled on his way to Farmer Maggot's. A tune was running through his head, but he could barely remember the words. Here and there a phrase stuck out, until he could sing along with the humming.
"Fallen heart and broken, will there ever be a place where I belong… hmmm hmm ha hmmm…. Hear a sound I recognize... you lift my chin and seek my eyes, a song of love you sing to me, I ache to sing it back to thee..." He slowed thoughtfully, and stopped singing.
"Maybe she was singing about herself. Hmmm."
He shrugged, and went on.
***
Samwise shook his head, and set to work. Against his best arguing, Sam had been sent off to plant flowers in the garden. But, of course, Frodo had promised to eat a nice dinner with the Gaffer and then ready everything to leave for Crickhollow at last- they'd been putting it off long enough.
As he gardened, Sam sang to himself. He's made it all up out of his own head, from a wonderful, exciting story Ryan had told him a very long time ago. Sam missed the twins, though he never mentioned it to the rest of the hobbits. Everyone avoided the subject, because Sarah had just left Frodo so suddenly. Sam couldn't help but be a bit angry with her for hurting Frodo. But Ryan, on the other hand, had never been anything but nice as spring to all of them.
"Eh, how did it go? That's right…
Christine, Christine, with a voice
Pretty as a little lark,
She sang for everyone
With a Tra-la-la and a treedle-dee
Sing-Ho!
But a nasty old phantom
With a face like a goblin
He took her away,
With a ha-ha-ha and a odle-oh!
Sing- no! …"
The song went on.
~~~ Don't worry, interesting stuff might actually happen in the next chapter.
REVIEW!!! And will someone analyze Macbeth's dagger soliloquy for me? I don't wanna *whine whine whine*.
Chrisami's new and improved reposted end-note: I got a 100% on that analysis. Wahoo.
