Ruby's Adventure
Chapter 2
Ruby, Daisy, and Primrose walked off to their bedrooms that night, talking about their chance and off the news they had heard from Gandalf. Ruby was all for going anyway, and Daisy told her sisters what she had heard in their absence.
"Well, at first, it seemed like they only wanted to talk about the Shire, and our small doings. It was very boring, actually, for a while." Her eyes twinkled. "Then things got interesting."
"Oh, go on," said Ruby, breathless. Primrose scowled.
"Well, I hope you all get in loads of trouble for eavesdropping," she whispered, "but I'd rather not go to this Moria place. It sounds perfectly awful." Ruby and Daisy share a glance.
"Well," Daisy continued, "Gandalf started talking about odd happenings in someplace called Bree, and how people -Big and Little- had seen Orcs there, whatever those are. That seemed to be what all the fuss was about, really." That was the extent of Daisy's knowledge, but Ruby still needed more. Then a plan began in her mind.
"We ought to go." She said suddenly. Daisy and Primrose looked at her in disbelief.
"Surely, you're joking." Said Primrose.
""No, she's completely serious," Daisy assured her, "and I think she's got a point. We, Gandalf, and father are the only people who know about this, and I don't think father could find anyone more willing to go than us." She looked at Primrose. "Or, at least, Daisy and I."
Primrose snorted.
"You're both mad," she said, glaring at her to younger sisters. Ruby and Daisy appeared to have given in, and went quietly into their bedrooms. The moon sparkled on the windowpanes and the summer air moved through the house with a sense of foreboding.
As soon as Ruby and Daisy heard Primrose's door shut, they whipped into action. Ruby packed some spare clothes, while Daisy pinched a few maps of the Shire and the surrounding areas. Speeding along into the kitchen, they took a few supplies they knew they couldn't forage for. To get the final element, they crept into Primrose's neat room and lit a candle. Primrose sat upright, startling her sisters.
Ten minutes later, Primrose was still adamant.
"I'm not going." Primrose shook her head and crossed her arms defiantly. "I don't want to, and you oughtn't to."
"We've explained this over and over, Primrose!" Daisy hissed, "If we don't go, no one will. And if you don't go, you'll tell everyone within a day's march of here and we'll never get anywhere."
"Please, Primrose!" Ruby pleaded, "You heard what Gandalf said! You are the oldest and, if there's no one to help, there's no telling what might become of us!" desperate, she laid her last card on the table. "You'd probably get all the credit! When we get back, people will probably all think you're such a hero, like Dad's friends Mr Meriadoc, and Mr Peregrin!"
"Really?" Primrose asked, skeptical, but intrigued.
"Really." Daisy and Ruby assured her.
"Well, alright." Primrose agreed, "but if there's any trouble, anything at all, then it's all your fault."
The next morning, Samwise awoke and found, strangely, a small folded note on the bedside table. Picking it up, he read, to his dismay.
Dear Dad,
Primrose, Daisy, and I (Ruby) have decided to go to Moria for you. I know you will probably be unhappy with our decision, but we hope that good will come of it. Please don't try to stop us; we know you went on an adventure, too, when you were not much older than us, if I'm not mistaken. We look forward to seeing you soon. Don't worry too much!
Love from,
Ruby
P.S. What could possibly happen? Its just Moria!
Samwise sighed miserably and wished (not for the first time, nor the last) that his daughters didn't have to be so much like him.
Chapter 2
Ruby, Daisy, and Primrose walked off to their bedrooms that night, talking about their chance and off the news they had heard from Gandalf. Ruby was all for going anyway, and Daisy told her sisters what she had heard in their absence.
"Well, at first, it seemed like they only wanted to talk about the Shire, and our small doings. It was very boring, actually, for a while." Her eyes twinkled. "Then things got interesting."
"Oh, go on," said Ruby, breathless. Primrose scowled.
"Well, I hope you all get in loads of trouble for eavesdropping," she whispered, "but I'd rather not go to this Moria place. It sounds perfectly awful." Ruby and Daisy share a glance.
"Well," Daisy continued, "Gandalf started talking about odd happenings in someplace called Bree, and how people -Big and Little- had seen Orcs there, whatever those are. That seemed to be what all the fuss was about, really." That was the extent of Daisy's knowledge, but Ruby still needed more. Then a plan began in her mind.
"We ought to go." She said suddenly. Daisy and Primrose looked at her in disbelief.
"Surely, you're joking." Said Primrose.
""No, she's completely serious," Daisy assured her, "and I think she's got a point. We, Gandalf, and father are the only people who know about this, and I don't think father could find anyone more willing to go than us." She looked at Primrose. "Or, at least, Daisy and I."
Primrose snorted.
"You're both mad," she said, glaring at her to younger sisters. Ruby and Daisy appeared to have given in, and went quietly into their bedrooms. The moon sparkled on the windowpanes and the summer air moved through the house with a sense of foreboding.
As soon as Ruby and Daisy heard Primrose's door shut, they whipped into action. Ruby packed some spare clothes, while Daisy pinched a few maps of the Shire and the surrounding areas. Speeding along into the kitchen, they took a few supplies they knew they couldn't forage for. To get the final element, they crept into Primrose's neat room and lit a candle. Primrose sat upright, startling her sisters.
Ten minutes later, Primrose was still adamant.
"I'm not going." Primrose shook her head and crossed her arms defiantly. "I don't want to, and you oughtn't to."
"We've explained this over and over, Primrose!" Daisy hissed, "If we don't go, no one will. And if you don't go, you'll tell everyone within a day's march of here and we'll never get anywhere."
"Please, Primrose!" Ruby pleaded, "You heard what Gandalf said! You are the oldest and, if there's no one to help, there's no telling what might become of us!" desperate, she laid her last card on the table. "You'd probably get all the credit! When we get back, people will probably all think you're such a hero, like Dad's friends Mr Meriadoc, and Mr Peregrin!"
"Really?" Primrose asked, skeptical, but intrigued.
"Really." Daisy and Ruby assured her.
"Well, alright." Primrose agreed, "but if there's any trouble, anything at all, then it's all your fault."
The next morning, Samwise awoke and found, strangely, a small folded note on the bedside table. Picking it up, he read, to his dismay.
Dear Dad,
Primrose, Daisy, and I (Ruby) have decided to go to Moria for you. I know you will probably be unhappy with our decision, but we hope that good will come of it. Please don't try to stop us; we know you went on an adventure, too, when you were not much older than us, if I'm not mistaken. We look forward to seeing you soon. Don't worry too much!
Love from,
Ruby
P.S. What could possibly happen? Its just Moria!
Samwise sighed miserably and wished (not for the first time, nor the last) that his daughters didn't have to be so much like him.