Chapter Two: The Gray Eyed Girl
An adolescent Smea was getting ready with Dea to go to a dance party. Several girls had asked Smea to the party, while Dea smirked that Smea had not accepted any of the offers. Smea had light brown hair and perfect teeth with handsome green eyes. He was tall (for a hobbit) and thin, but handsome, and it was no wonder the girls loved him. Dea, on the other hand, was not quite so handsome, and laughed to see the way Smea shooed away the girls while he welcomed them. "Smea, everyone wants you for a date, yet you will be the only one dancing alone tonight." Dea laughed as they arrived at the party.
"Dea, I'm not going with someone until I feel she is the right girl for me." Smea laughed, heading toward the snack table. The music began, and every boy and girl was soon on the dance floor, everyone except Smea, who had not wanted to dance, and a pretty gray-eyed girl. Smea had never seen her before, but she didn't look like the other girls, who simply cared about clothes and money, she had a witty look about her. She had short, curly brown hair, and the most beautiful gray eyes, the eyes filled with laughter. She seemed smart enough. There were not many girls like this where he lived. Those girls smart, witty, and nice were non-existant were Smea lived-most of them were scoffed for being different, and as they liked to be different, they didn't change, but left to another place Smea had heard of, where there where other hobbits, Taks or Tooks or something like that. They were supposed to be different. Well anyhow, anyone who was sick of living in a town of "fools" as Smea thought, would go to live with the Tooks. Smea had even considered it.
He approached the girl who seemed to be doing something with her hands. As he drew nearer, he saw she was folding a paper. Beneath her quick fingers, something was taking shape. Pulling paper out here, tucking it in, fold, crease, lift the flap, etc. The form slowly became that of a horse, and how realistic it seemed to be! Smea was so intent at looking at the magnificent creation, that he did not notice the girl watching him.
"You want it?" she asked, breaking Smea's concentration.
"Oh, I couldn't take that from you!" he said, though he did truly want it.
"Don't worry, I can always make another! Take it!" she said, shoving it into his hands.
"Thanks!" Smea said, curious about the girl.
"I'm Leani! And you are.?" she asked, answering Smea's unasked question.
"Sméagol-Smea for short." He answered.
"Well, Sméagol, Smea, that is, I moved here from Tookland. Actually, I was born here, but our family moved there, this place being rather.dull.no offense or anything!" she added quickly.
Smea laughed, "No, no, I totally agree."
"Well anyway, our family decided to move back for one reason or another.I've been hoping for the last few weeks we'd go back.but, I mean, on second thought." she stopped rather hopelessly, trying to think of what to say. "Oh well, come on, let's dance!" she said energetically, dragging him up. Smea made no resistance, and seemed to be enjoying it. Dea looked over his shoulder and chuckled to see Smea dancing with a girl.
At the end of the party, Dea could not find Smea, but on his way home, he did glance to figures, hand in hand, watching the sunset.
An adolescent Smea was getting ready with Dea to go to a dance party. Several girls had asked Smea to the party, while Dea smirked that Smea had not accepted any of the offers. Smea had light brown hair and perfect teeth with handsome green eyes. He was tall (for a hobbit) and thin, but handsome, and it was no wonder the girls loved him. Dea, on the other hand, was not quite so handsome, and laughed to see the way Smea shooed away the girls while he welcomed them. "Smea, everyone wants you for a date, yet you will be the only one dancing alone tonight." Dea laughed as they arrived at the party.
"Dea, I'm not going with someone until I feel she is the right girl for me." Smea laughed, heading toward the snack table. The music began, and every boy and girl was soon on the dance floor, everyone except Smea, who had not wanted to dance, and a pretty gray-eyed girl. Smea had never seen her before, but she didn't look like the other girls, who simply cared about clothes and money, she had a witty look about her. She had short, curly brown hair, and the most beautiful gray eyes, the eyes filled with laughter. She seemed smart enough. There were not many girls like this where he lived. Those girls smart, witty, and nice were non-existant were Smea lived-most of them were scoffed for being different, and as they liked to be different, they didn't change, but left to another place Smea had heard of, where there where other hobbits, Taks or Tooks or something like that. They were supposed to be different. Well anyhow, anyone who was sick of living in a town of "fools" as Smea thought, would go to live with the Tooks. Smea had even considered it.
He approached the girl who seemed to be doing something with her hands. As he drew nearer, he saw she was folding a paper. Beneath her quick fingers, something was taking shape. Pulling paper out here, tucking it in, fold, crease, lift the flap, etc. The form slowly became that of a horse, and how realistic it seemed to be! Smea was so intent at looking at the magnificent creation, that he did not notice the girl watching him.
"You want it?" she asked, breaking Smea's concentration.
"Oh, I couldn't take that from you!" he said, though he did truly want it.
"Don't worry, I can always make another! Take it!" she said, shoving it into his hands.
"Thanks!" Smea said, curious about the girl.
"I'm Leani! And you are.?" she asked, answering Smea's unasked question.
"Sméagol-Smea for short." He answered.
"Well, Sméagol, Smea, that is, I moved here from Tookland. Actually, I was born here, but our family moved there, this place being rather.dull.no offense or anything!" she added quickly.
Smea laughed, "No, no, I totally agree."
"Well anyway, our family decided to move back for one reason or another.I've been hoping for the last few weeks we'd go back.but, I mean, on second thought." she stopped rather hopelessly, trying to think of what to say. "Oh well, come on, let's dance!" she said energetically, dragging him up. Smea made no resistance, and seemed to be enjoying it. Dea looked over his shoulder and chuckled to see Smea dancing with a girl.
At the end of the party, Dea could not find Smea, but on his way home, he did glance to figures, hand in hand, watching the sunset.