Chapter 12: Dreams
A few notes. Some one told me that having a female Pippin character was confusing, so from now on, she will be called Pippa.
This is chapter 12. Whoo and Yay! I am so happy.
If anyone has any requests of funny things to happen/do at the havens, please, please, please e-mail me or leave your ideas with your review.
Also: Blood should have been a higher rating, but I was too lazy to change the rating.
Thank you!
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It was about midnight when Pippa crawled into Froda's tent. Froda kept absolutely still. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She felt stupid enough being found cutting herself. She had never been found out before. Well, not by anyone outside her family anyway. She made sure that she was turned away from Pippa, as she didn't want to speak to her.
Pippa wriggled into her sleeping back, and lay down on the ground next to Froda. They both lied their, quiet, the silence of quiet anger mixed with concern deafening them. Then, after a very one minute, Pippa said,' Froda, are you awake?'
Froda kept quiet. Incrimination filled the air. She stared at the canvas on her side of the tent.
'Froda?' persisted Pippa, 'Are you awake? Froda? Froda?'
Froda gave up trying to ignore her. 'Hmmmf?'
'Mr Greenleaf just shooed us off to bed.' Explained Pippa. She went silent again. Then, after a few seconds she said, 'I liked your song.' With a voice of sincere pity, which Froda hated.
'Not my song.' Said Froda gruffly, 'It was my dads. I just know it. He's dead'
Pippa was quiet again for a few more seconds. 'He's dead?'
'Uh uh.' Froda tried to ignore Pippa.
Pippa tried to change the air in the tent. 'You miss your Dad don't you?' she asked.
'I was only little when he died.' Said Froda non-committaly.
'You didn't answer me.' Said Pippa, 'Do you miss him? You don't talk about him much. I didn't even know he was dead!'
'He wasn't an important person, just a soldier for the white council!' Said Froda. 'Just leave me alone.'
'Do you miss him?' she asked.
Froda sat up and gave Pippa a black look. 'What do you think? Of course I DO! He was my bloody father! I LOVED him, I still do! Just shut up!'
'Hey, no need to get defensive!' said Pippa backing away, 'I was just asking.'
'Yeah, and why?' half-shouted Froda,' 'cause I hurt myself! A piece of good gossip for you! You don't care! Why should you!'
'That is just so unfair!' shouted Pippa back.
'Your dad goes to work, and your mum stays at home. You live in a nice hole with a white picket fence around the garden!' Shouted Froda at Pippa,' You don't know what it's like to never stay in one place for longer than a few months, or not have your mum notice whether you come home at night or not! You think life is easy, but it's not!'
'Hey, just because your life is fucked up, there's no need to shout at me!' shouted Pippa back, 'I didn't cause your life to be crap! I can't help having a family that love me, or money, or long gold hair, I just got given it!'
They both started at each other with expressions of hate, panting heavily.
Them, after what seemed like forever Froda let a tear drop from her eye, and her voice cracked. 'You are such a bitch. Such a lucky bitch. That's why I hate you.'
'Look, I'm sorry…' started Pippa, realising that she had made things worse.
'I know I'm not beautiful like you,' Froda started, crying a little heavier, 'I know I've got nothing at the end of the day, but you don't need TO FUCKING RUB IT IN!'
'Froda…'
'My life is worth nothing, just one less person in the world. I could never be important enough to change even the tinniest fucking thing.' Froda was crying now, the tears choking her works into obscurity,' I know that, so just leave me alone.'
'Froda, we need to talk and I know you want to as well.' Said Pippa.
'Why?' Froda laughed hollowly,' It's not like we have anything to talk about. I cut myself, I bleed, end of story!'
'Froda, you hurt yourself!' stressed Pippa, 'That's not healthy!'
'I know it isn't!' shouted Froda, 'Tell me something my Mum hasn't tried to stop me cutting myself….' Froda stopped. She had said FAR too much.
'What! Your mum knows about this and hasn't tried to stop you?' said Pippa gasping.
'Nah. Never had the time.' Froda spat. 'Always a more important job or one of Ronald's award ceremonies or something.'
Pippa just stared at her in disbelief. Froda just smiled angrily and continued with a lump in her throat. 'Yeah, always sommit more important. Always been that way since Dad died. Sometimes, I think mum blames me, 'cause we were so close. '
'Froda, from what I know it wasn't your fault.' Said Pippa putting her hand on her shoulder.
'Yeah, right.' Laughed Froda disbelieving, 'That's what everyone said, but it doesn't stop the guilt. I KILLED HIM' she let a new sob burst out of her, 'I killed him and can't do anything about it! Then one day, when I was about thirteen I didn't want to go on. You think I'm a freak, don't you?'
'Well….' Pippa couldn't answer.
'I had jus' been beaten up at school again for bein' different. I wasn't a Goth all my life, I just became one out of self-defence. People don't pick on you so much if they think you can chew their liver out. Well, this time they just did it for the fun of it, and I realised that I actually enjoyed it when they hit me and kicked Me.'
Froda flicked some of her long black hair out of her face. 'I didn't enjoy it actually, I just found it…relieving, as if some of the guilt has left me. I remember just taking a knife and cutting my arms. The sight of the red blood flowing out of me seemed as if someone had let me relax, as if I had been allowed to unwind. Finally, allowed. And in control.'
Froda rolled up her sleeves. The angry scars and bruises up and down her arms screamed at Pippa to help Froda.
'See? This is the TRADE I make. I can leave off the guilt and relax at the price of blood.' Froda scratched at a thin line of congealed blood. Pippa just stared. It was less skin on her arm than a cross wire of cuts and old scabs and blood. The rest of Froda was as white as a sheet, but her arms were red and sore.
Pippa slapped Froda's scratching hand. 'Don't scratch it! You'll only make it worse!'
'You just don't get it, do you?' said Froda so quietly that only they heard, 'that's the point! From who I am, do I deserve beauty?'
'Froda, you really need some help!' said Pippa, 'Please let me try to help you…'
'The only help I need is death!' Said Froda and rolled up her sleeves.
'Froda, I can help you!'
'NO!' they both stopped. Then Froda struggled out of her sleeping bag and crawled out the tent as fast as she possibly could, the tears running down her face.
~
She had been plunged into complete darkness and ran forward, tripping over a tent peg or two. She slipped the ring on and disappeared into the night. Sort of. The whole place turned a translucent grey, as if she could practically blow away the trees in front of her. She found this wasn't so soon, but the whole place seemed bathed in a sort of perpetual strong moonlight. It wasn't warm, as it was all very cold, but it almost blinded her.
She vaguely heard cries coming from the tent, but she ignored them. They didn't make sense, they sounded contorted, weird, as if someone had sent the waves of sound through a black hole and out the other side. She ran through the grey, wispy tees and towards the river. Everywhere she looked she saw a large fiery eye looking at her, leering and a soft voice calling out to her. The voice wasn't threatening, no, it was passed that. She could feel her spin chilling every time she heard the voice. It had a quality of a person who had gone mad and gone the other side to super sanity.
'Frodaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,' It called in a voice so cold and soft, 'Frodaaaaaaaaaa, where are you? '
She turned around. She saw a young man leaning on a tree. He wore red wizard's robes and lent against a tree. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he definitely wasn't ugly. Although he wore red robes, his eyes were blue, in a glassy, faded way. She looked at him. In his hand he held a staff.
He had been staring at the floor, but when he felt Froda's glare, he looked up.
'Frodaaaaa, do you know why I'm here?' he asked. Each word made her back fell as if someone had dropped ice down her shirt. She stood routed to the spot.
'N, n, n, no.' she stuttered.
'Froda, I know what you want. I know that you miss your Father.'
She stared at him, her face contorting between fear and anger. How dare he claim to know about her! No one knew about her, no one!
He laughed hollowly at her. 'I know that you don't believe me. I know you think that I'm just lying, but if I didn't know you, would I know how much your own mother hates you?'
'MY MUM LOVES ME!' she shouted at him.
'If she loves you,' he said, a nasty grin spreading over his face,' Why doesn't she care that you've been out late every night for a year, or that you haven't eaten a proper meal since grade eight or that her only daughter cuts herself to see how much it bleeds?'
'SHUT UP!!'
'You see,' he said, tilting his head to one side, 'She doesn't love you. I bet you don't even have a…friend.'
'I have a friend!' she shouted at the figure, but it was no use. She knew what he was saying was true. How could she go on like this? No one loved her, looked out for her, not even her own family. The only person she had faith in had betrayed her.
The man just smiled unbelievingly at her. 'Y'know what Froda, ' he lent closer to her, 'I can give you what you want. I can give you a family. '
'A loving family' She said, unable to conceal her delight at the offer.
'Yes,' He gave her a toothy grin, like a predatory animal, 'a family that would love a little hobbit girl, just like you. There are plenty out there for you. I can in fact tell you of seven, but there is no time for that now. ' He held his hand. His own hand was cold, as if warmth had never touched it. 'Froda, just give it up.'
'What?'
The man stroked the ring on her finger. She pulled her hand out of his. 'Oh no,' she shock her head,' I'm not giving my ring up to you!'
'Froda, just give it up. It's your link to the past. Give it up or you'll be stuck here with people who hate you, and a family who don't love you. '
'NO!'
'GIVE IT TO ME!'
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'
The man started to look angry! 'I TRIED NICE, BUT NOW I'M TAKING IT BY FORCE!'
Suddenly a man all in black came out of the shadows, from in between the fog like trees. Froda screamed. It was the same man who had tried to hurt her in the alleyway, but her was different. He wore the same clothes, but he seemed to have a different body shape, maybe a little taller. He held a long knife in his hand, but she peered underneath the black exterior.
Underneath she saw an old man. Tired, but old and looked as if he had once been a noble man, but now he was just a slave. Not a face of a man, waiting for someone to free him, but the face of a man waiting of immortality to end, and die, but for death to kept a hairs breath away all the time.
He brought the knife down into her shoulder. She squeaked as the pain surged around her left arm. The blade left her body, but not in tact. It has left a splinter. She saw the blood drip slowly down the knife.
Then, like an avenging ghost, she saw the shadowy figure of Mr Greenleaf run from in between the cloudy trees with a long torch of fire. His face, usually full of laughter and nothing but good humour had suddenly become hand and serious. He brought the fire down onto the black figure and kept hitting the figure with the stick, spreading the fire.
The black rider let out a scream of pain mixed with angry disappointment. The rider ran off into the forest, screaming. She quickly slipped the ring off.
~
The world seemed solid again. She put the ring around her neck again and let out a sob. Fear poisoned her insides, and it seemed to be spreading from her shoulder to the rest of her body. She lay on the ground and felt as if she had a fever. Shaking she waited for everything to make sense.
Mr Greenleaf ran through the woods back to her, wielding the torch. He knelt down at her side and held her by the shoulder. He looked into her eyes, his own full of concern and a nobly she hadn't seen before. She looked at him, her eyes full up with tears. Finally She let out a sob and started to cry. Legolas wrapped his long arms around her and cradled her like a child. She held him tight, never wanting to let go. Mr Greenleaf in his soft, comforting voice whispered, 'Shh, don't cry. The rider's gone. I'll make sure you're safe.'
'It hurts…' she moaned, rubbing her shoulder, 'It hurts…'
'Don't worry, they're gone now…'
She stroked his long white hair and sobbed. Then she realised that eight other pairs of eyes where boring into her neck, but she no longer cared. Soon everyone would find out that she wasn't quiet as everyone though.
Mr Greenleaf made sure that she was okay before he let go of her and said, 'Go on Miss Baggins, back to your tent. No more riders will come without me knowing about it.'
She believed him. He had changed somehow. He was longer the well meaning, enthusiastic teacher, but the brave strong caring elf. She suddenly knew that he was more than he seemed. He could almost be the elf from the red book.
So, as he took up watch with Mr Gimli and all of them returned to their tents, Froda wondered if someone she loved would be in the havens.
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Frodo sat in a field in the havens. He sat, reading a book as Sam walked across the field to him. Frodo although well over two hundred years old, looked barley out of his tweens, and Sam looked just about the same age.
'Sam,' he commented, putting down his book, 'you seem to look younger every day.'
'Maybe it's this place master Frodo, or maybe it's just us.' Sam smiled. Frodo laughed. He got up and took Sam by the hand.
'Sam, do you ever miss…the shire?'
'Sure I do Master Frodo, I'd like to know what had happened to my family for one thing, but I think this is a little more than my family you want to talk about.'
'Y'know Sam, I regret not having a family like yours. You were happy, and if you went back, you would have your family, but I won't. '
'Mr Frodo....'
'No Sam,' Frodo seemed to wave away such thoughts, 'I'm not leaving like Bilbo did. I don't even think I could, but I do miss the shire.' Frodo looked over the hills and sighed again. 'I wish I had a child to pass on after me.'
'I wish we had some news of the shire,' said Sam.
'That would be a blessing.' Said Frodo in a dreamy voice, 'But who would come to the havens?'
'I heard that some new people will be coming with Legolas and Gimli.' Said Sam sitting down and fiddling with a stone.
'LEGOLAS AND GIMLI ARE COMING TO THE HAVENS!' shouted Frodo shocked.
'Didn't you know master Frodo?' asked Sam mildly shocked.
'No I didn't! Come on Sam' Frodo pulled him up, 'We've got a lot planning to do!'
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A few notes. Some one told me that having a female Pippin character was confusing, so from now on, she will be called Pippa.
This is chapter 12. Whoo and Yay! I am so happy.
If anyone has any requests of funny things to happen/do at the havens, please, please, please e-mail me or leave your ideas with your review.
Also: Blood should have been a higher rating, but I was too lazy to change the rating.
Thank you!
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It was about midnight when Pippa crawled into Froda's tent. Froda kept absolutely still. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She felt stupid enough being found cutting herself. She had never been found out before. Well, not by anyone outside her family anyway. She made sure that she was turned away from Pippa, as she didn't want to speak to her.
Pippa wriggled into her sleeping back, and lay down on the ground next to Froda. They both lied their, quiet, the silence of quiet anger mixed with concern deafening them. Then, after a very one minute, Pippa said,' Froda, are you awake?'
Froda kept quiet. Incrimination filled the air. She stared at the canvas on her side of the tent.
'Froda?' persisted Pippa, 'Are you awake? Froda? Froda?'
Froda gave up trying to ignore her. 'Hmmmf?'
'Mr Greenleaf just shooed us off to bed.' Explained Pippa. She went silent again. Then, after a few seconds she said, 'I liked your song.' With a voice of sincere pity, which Froda hated.
'Not my song.' Said Froda gruffly, 'It was my dads. I just know it. He's dead'
Pippa was quiet again for a few more seconds. 'He's dead?'
'Uh uh.' Froda tried to ignore Pippa.
Pippa tried to change the air in the tent. 'You miss your Dad don't you?' she asked.
'I was only little when he died.' Said Froda non-committaly.
'You didn't answer me.' Said Pippa, 'Do you miss him? You don't talk about him much. I didn't even know he was dead!'
'He wasn't an important person, just a soldier for the white council!' Said Froda. 'Just leave me alone.'
'Do you miss him?' she asked.
Froda sat up and gave Pippa a black look. 'What do you think? Of course I DO! He was my bloody father! I LOVED him, I still do! Just shut up!'
'Hey, no need to get defensive!' said Pippa backing away, 'I was just asking.'
'Yeah, and why?' half-shouted Froda,' 'cause I hurt myself! A piece of good gossip for you! You don't care! Why should you!'
'That is just so unfair!' shouted Pippa back.
'Your dad goes to work, and your mum stays at home. You live in a nice hole with a white picket fence around the garden!' Shouted Froda at Pippa,' You don't know what it's like to never stay in one place for longer than a few months, or not have your mum notice whether you come home at night or not! You think life is easy, but it's not!'
'Hey, just because your life is fucked up, there's no need to shout at me!' shouted Pippa back, 'I didn't cause your life to be crap! I can't help having a family that love me, or money, or long gold hair, I just got given it!'
They both started at each other with expressions of hate, panting heavily.
Them, after what seemed like forever Froda let a tear drop from her eye, and her voice cracked. 'You are such a bitch. Such a lucky bitch. That's why I hate you.'
'Look, I'm sorry…' started Pippa, realising that she had made things worse.
'I know I'm not beautiful like you,' Froda started, crying a little heavier, 'I know I've got nothing at the end of the day, but you don't need TO FUCKING RUB IT IN!'
'Froda…'
'My life is worth nothing, just one less person in the world. I could never be important enough to change even the tinniest fucking thing.' Froda was crying now, the tears choking her works into obscurity,' I know that, so just leave me alone.'
'Froda, we need to talk and I know you want to as well.' Said Pippa.
'Why?' Froda laughed hollowly,' It's not like we have anything to talk about. I cut myself, I bleed, end of story!'
'Froda, you hurt yourself!' stressed Pippa, 'That's not healthy!'
'I know it isn't!' shouted Froda, 'Tell me something my Mum hasn't tried to stop me cutting myself….' Froda stopped. She had said FAR too much.
'What! Your mum knows about this and hasn't tried to stop you?' said Pippa gasping.
'Nah. Never had the time.' Froda spat. 'Always a more important job or one of Ronald's award ceremonies or something.'
Pippa just stared at her in disbelief. Froda just smiled angrily and continued with a lump in her throat. 'Yeah, always sommit more important. Always been that way since Dad died. Sometimes, I think mum blames me, 'cause we were so close. '
'Froda, from what I know it wasn't your fault.' Said Pippa putting her hand on her shoulder.
'Yeah, right.' Laughed Froda disbelieving, 'That's what everyone said, but it doesn't stop the guilt. I KILLED HIM' she let a new sob burst out of her, 'I killed him and can't do anything about it! Then one day, when I was about thirteen I didn't want to go on. You think I'm a freak, don't you?'
'Well….' Pippa couldn't answer.
'I had jus' been beaten up at school again for bein' different. I wasn't a Goth all my life, I just became one out of self-defence. People don't pick on you so much if they think you can chew their liver out. Well, this time they just did it for the fun of it, and I realised that I actually enjoyed it when they hit me and kicked Me.'
Froda flicked some of her long black hair out of her face. 'I didn't enjoy it actually, I just found it…relieving, as if some of the guilt has left me. I remember just taking a knife and cutting my arms. The sight of the red blood flowing out of me seemed as if someone had let me relax, as if I had been allowed to unwind. Finally, allowed. And in control.'
Froda rolled up her sleeves. The angry scars and bruises up and down her arms screamed at Pippa to help Froda.
'See? This is the TRADE I make. I can leave off the guilt and relax at the price of blood.' Froda scratched at a thin line of congealed blood. Pippa just stared. It was less skin on her arm than a cross wire of cuts and old scabs and blood. The rest of Froda was as white as a sheet, but her arms were red and sore.
Pippa slapped Froda's scratching hand. 'Don't scratch it! You'll only make it worse!'
'You just don't get it, do you?' said Froda so quietly that only they heard, 'that's the point! From who I am, do I deserve beauty?'
'Froda, you really need some help!' said Pippa, 'Please let me try to help you…'
'The only help I need is death!' Said Froda and rolled up her sleeves.
'Froda, I can help you!'
'NO!' they both stopped. Then Froda struggled out of her sleeping bag and crawled out the tent as fast as she possibly could, the tears running down her face.
~
She had been plunged into complete darkness and ran forward, tripping over a tent peg or two. She slipped the ring on and disappeared into the night. Sort of. The whole place turned a translucent grey, as if she could practically blow away the trees in front of her. She found this wasn't so soon, but the whole place seemed bathed in a sort of perpetual strong moonlight. It wasn't warm, as it was all very cold, but it almost blinded her.
She vaguely heard cries coming from the tent, but she ignored them. They didn't make sense, they sounded contorted, weird, as if someone had sent the waves of sound through a black hole and out the other side. She ran through the grey, wispy tees and towards the river. Everywhere she looked she saw a large fiery eye looking at her, leering and a soft voice calling out to her. The voice wasn't threatening, no, it was passed that. She could feel her spin chilling every time she heard the voice. It had a quality of a person who had gone mad and gone the other side to super sanity.
'Frodaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,' It called in a voice so cold and soft, 'Frodaaaaaaaaaa, where are you? '
She turned around. She saw a young man leaning on a tree. He wore red wizard's robes and lent against a tree. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he definitely wasn't ugly. Although he wore red robes, his eyes were blue, in a glassy, faded way. She looked at him. In his hand he held a staff.
He had been staring at the floor, but when he felt Froda's glare, he looked up.
'Frodaaaaa, do you know why I'm here?' he asked. Each word made her back fell as if someone had dropped ice down her shirt. She stood routed to the spot.
'N, n, n, no.' she stuttered.
'Froda, I know what you want. I know that you miss your Father.'
She stared at him, her face contorting between fear and anger. How dare he claim to know about her! No one knew about her, no one!
He laughed hollowly at her. 'I know that you don't believe me. I know you think that I'm just lying, but if I didn't know you, would I know how much your own mother hates you?'
'MY MUM LOVES ME!' she shouted at him.
'If she loves you,' he said, a nasty grin spreading over his face,' Why doesn't she care that you've been out late every night for a year, or that you haven't eaten a proper meal since grade eight or that her only daughter cuts herself to see how much it bleeds?'
'SHUT UP!!'
'You see,' he said, tilting his head to one side, 'She doesn't love you. I bet you don't even have a…friend.'
'I have a friend!' she shouted at the figure, but it was no use. She knew what he was saying was true. How could she go on like this? No one loved her, looked out for her, not even her own family. The only person she had faith in had betrayed her.
The man just smiled unbelievingly at her. 'Y'know what Froda, ' he lent closer to her, 'I can give you what you want. I can give you a family. '
'A loving family' She said, unable to conceal her delight at the offer.
'Yes,' He gave her a toothy grin, like a predatory animal, 'a family that would love a little hobbit girl, just like you. There are plenty out there for you. I can in fact tell you of seven, but there is no time for that now. ' He held his hand. His own hand was cold, as if warmth had never touched it. 'Froda, just give it up.'
'What?'
The man stroked the ring on her finger. She pulled her hand out of his. 'Oh no,' she shock her head,' I'm not giving my ring up to you!'
'Froda, just give it up. It's your link to the past. Give it up or you'll be stuck here with people who hate you, and a family who don't love you. '
'NO!'
'GIVE IT TO ME!'
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'
The man started to look angry! 'I TRIED NICE, BUT NOW I'M TAKING IT BY FORCE!'
Suddenly a man all in black came out of the shadows, from in between the fog like trees. Froda screamed. It was the same man who had tried to hurt her in the alleyway, but her was different. He wore the same clothes, but he seemed to have a different body shape, maybe a little taller. He held a long knife in his hand, but she peered underneath the black exterior.
Underneath she saw an old man. Tired, but old and looked as if he had once been a noble man, but now he was just a slave. Not a face of a man, waiting for someone to free him, but the face of a man waiting of immortality to end, and die, but for death to kept a hairs breath away all the time.
He brought the knife down into her shoulder. She squeaked as the pain surged around her left arm. The blade left her body, but not in tact. It has left a splinter. She saw the blood drip slowly down the knife.
Then, like an avenging ghost, she saw the shadowy figure of Mr Greenleaf run from in between the cloudy trees with a long torch of fire. His face, usually full of laughter and nothing but good humour had suddenly become hand and serious. He brought the fire down onto the black figure and kept hitting the figure with the stick, spreading the fire.
The black rider let out a scream of pain mixed with angry disappointment. The rider ran off into the forest, screaming. She quickly slipped the ring off.
~
The world seemed solid again. She put the ring around her neck again and let out a sob. Fear poisoned her insides, and it seemed to be spreading from her shoulder to the rest of her body. She lay on the ground and felt as if she had a fever. Shaking she waited for everything to make sense.
Mr Greenleaf ran through the woods back to her, wielding the torch. He knelt down at her side and held her by the shoulder. He looked into her eyes, his own full of concern and a nobly she hadn't seen before. She looked at him, her eyes full up with tears. Finally She let out a sob and started to cry. Legolas wrapped his long arms around her and cradled her like a child. She held him tight, never wanting to let go. Mr Greenleaf in his soft, comforting voice whispered, 'Shh, don't cry. The rider's gone. I'll make sure you're safe.'
'It hurts…' she moaned, rubbing her shoulder, 'It hurts…'
'Don't worry, they're gone now…'
She stroked his long white hair and sobbed. Then she realised that eight other pairs of eyes where boring into her neck, but she no longer cared. Soon everyone would find out that she wasn't quiet as everyone though.
Mr Greenleaf made sure that she was okay before he let go of her and said, 'Go on Miss Baggins, back to your tent. No more riders will come without me knowing about it.'
She believed him. He had changed somehow. He was longer the well meaning, enthusiastic teacher, but the brave strong caring elf. She suddenly knew that he was more than he seemed. He could almost be the elf from the red book.
So, as he took up watch with Mr Gimli and all of them returned to their tents, Froda wondered if someone she loved would be in the havens.
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Frodo sat in a field in the havens. He sat, reading a book as Sam walked across the field to him. Frodo although well over two hundred years old, looked barley out of his tweens, and Sam looked just about the same age.
'Sam,' he commented, putting down his book, 'you seem to look younger every day.'
'Maybe it's this place master Frodo, or maybe it's just us.' Sam smiled. Frodo laughed. He got up and took Sam by the hand.
'Sam, do you ever miss…the shire?'
'Sure I do Master Frodo, I'd like to know what had happened to my family for one thing, but I think this is a little more than my family you want to talk about.'
'Y'know Sam, I regret not having a family like yours. You were happy, and if you went back, you would have your family, but I won't. '
'Mr Frodo....'
'No Sam,' Frodo seemed to wave away such thoughts, 'I'm not leaving like Bilbo did. I don't even think I could, but I do miss the shire.' Frodo looked over the hills and sighed again. 'I wish I had a child to pass on after me.'
'I wish we had some news of the shire,' said Sam.
'That would be a blessing.' Said Frodo in a dreamy voice, 'But who would come to the havens?'
'I heard that some new people will be coming with Legolas and Gimli.' Said Sam sitting down and fiddling with a stone.
'LEGOLAS AND GIMLI ARE COMING TO THE HAVENS!' shouted Frodo shocked.
'Didn't you know master Frodo?' asked Sam mildly shocked.
'No I didn't! Come on Sam' Frodo pulled him up, 'We've got a lot planning to do!'
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If you enjoyed this fanfiction, why not read another one by Xandra the blue?
I hope to put a new story called Amethyst up soon, and although unrelated to this story, I just thought I'd tell you for no good reason.
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*He hem* Okay, I gotta go now.