CHAPTER 2
"Elanor," said Rosie, as Elanor walked up to her, "I need you to go on a quick errand" "Yes Mother?" "Please go to the market for me and get some cotton green fabric! I have run out and need to sew a new dress for Rose, for her birthday party." "Yes mother." "And be courteous and respectful to your elders!" "Yes." "And." "Yes?" "Get me some new needles, Frodo got into mine and threw them in the fireplace, and now I cannot find them. Do you understand?" "YES mother!! Do not worry! I am just going to be a little ways off!"
Elanor sighed as she sauntered down the winding road, huffing and puffing. "She thinks of me as a silly little child all the time! Why is everyone so over protective of me? None of the other hobbit children have to deal with this!" She continued to darken her disposition as she kept on piling one negative thing on top of the other. Finally she reached Hobbiton marketplace, as expected. Everything was quite the same as it always had been- many hobbits running about the place, buying and selling, playing and meeting. After she bought what she was asked, she happened to hear an old voice over all the others. "Now children, settle down! I have to begin the story." With those last words, Elanor became very alert and hesitated, tempted to sit with the many smaller ones, all clustered around the elderly hobbit. She decided to stay for a moment, to see if she had heard the tale before. The little voices soon were quiet and the plot began. "I am here to tell you a wonderful legend, now forgotten to many, who do not take heed in such believed -to- be fairy tales. And guess where it starts? Right here in Hobbiton! It was too late for Elanor. She gasped and sat down, giving her complete and full attention to the heaven - sent storyteller. She was already sucked into her fantasy world, and could not escape from her eagerness to hear, especially if it was a story she never heard, and it began in her own home.
"Now there was this hobbit named Bilbo Baggins," continued the old hobbit, "A regular old chap of around 50 yrs who lived in a big cozy hole not far from here - Down at dear old Bag End..." Elanor couldn't believe it. This beginning of a story was set in her house!!!!!! Thrilled, she listened even more intently, soaking in every word as a sponge absorbs water. So he began the old story of Bilbo Baggins, his adventure with dwarves, a wizard, and a magic ring.
*****~***** Elanor listened intently, and was thrown out of her trance as the teller of tales stopped. She blinked, and in awe and utter delight asked what happed next. "I am sorry little one," the aged hobbit said, turning towards Elanor, "But we are finished for today. Tomorrow meet at the same place and we will continue where we let off: When Bilbo Baggins is confronted by the creature Gollum, and what happens to him and the dwarves thereafter." They all dispersed, leaving Elanor in absolute disappointment but also in total bliss. Suddenly, she remembered that her mother was waiting for her to get home, and she had promised! Collecting her wits, she swiftly dashed through the market and down the worn down pathway to her home. And being the fastest in the Shire, she had no time getting there hastily, but was still late. She had not noticed how fast the time went when she was listening to the new, exciting tale.
As Elanor neared her hole, she slowed down, thinking of the excuse that she would give for being so late, or, maybe, she could try to quietly slip into her home without being noticed. But deep inside she knew that her mother would catch her. None of her sly childish tricks could fool her. "Oh well," Elanor sighed, "I might as well get it over with and TRY.." Catching her breath, she walked up to the round, green door and tried as carefully as she could to open it without a sound. But the door chose to be loud and unforgiving, much to Elanor's dismay. Before she could run off into her room, an angered figured stomped across her path. There stood Rosie, steaming. "Elanor ... Gamgee!" cried Rosie, annoyed. "What have you been up to? It has been at least an hour or so past the time you were supposed to be home! It seems I can never trust you to do anything! And you wonder why I am always watching your back! And don't even TRY to give out another one of your poor excuses! It won't work no more with me! You can be nothing but trouble sometimes, young lady! If you improved your behavior, maybe I wouldn't have to be so hard on you! But you have to understand: You can't go off running about wildly just because you feel like it! Who knows what can happen? I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
"Mother!" interrupted Elanor, upset, "Why do I have to be so careful? There's nothing bad here! All the other children run about as freely as they wish! Their mothers don't watch over them as if they are newborns! Why do I have to be so different and over protected? I feel so impatient here; I can't do nothing!" Her sapphire eyes gleamed as tears filled them, and trickled down her young soft cheek. "It just feels like Im missing something, I'm so confused and troubled." She quietly added, dropping the basket of materials at her mother's feet. "I don't mean to be the way I am, I'm just so restless. Sorry." And with that she scurried to her room, leaving her mother in a state of annoyance and pity. For now she would give her daughter some time alone, and then try to help her. It was strange though, for hobbit children that age, so young an age, to be having such worries and difficulties. She was only of eight years, and should not to have to deal with uncertainties of any kind for at lest 10-12 years more. Rosie would have to try to figure out the heart of her eldest daughter, to understand.
Elanor curled up on her bed and leaned against the window. She thought: "Why does a simple thing like being late turn into a big emotional discussion? I am so tired of being reprimanded and such!" But, of course, another thought came to mind, her new story. She would HAVE to go back to hear the rest, or to ask her father if he knew the story and forgot. This cheered her up a bit, and the excitement and anticipation of waiting for the remainder of the tale was immense. She looked through the old wooden frame and watched the afternoon slowly turn into dusk. The world was in full ablaze of stunning color, swept across the sky, and the grass covered hills that lay beneath it waved in the wind, as if one big movement. Elanor sighed that of satisfaction for the moment, and enjoyed the unforgettable sight, the sight that confirmed that the day went so fast and that night would soon be present. Already. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Elanor spent the remainder of what was left of day in her room, until supper. Though, again, she did not feel like eating. Not tonight. She felt suddenly very weary, very strange. But it wasn't about that day's emotional strain, or the horrible feeling of trying to grow up faster before her time, but something else. She sat with the rest of them, silent, avoiding eye contact with her parents as they ate and chattered happily. "It's almost my birthday", cried Rose, "I am so excited!!!" "Yes, we all are. We are going to get you a wonderful cake with little sweets and candies and then presents..The list goes on and on! You are going to have the most wonderful party a hobbit has every had!" "My goodness," said Rosie, "You are going to be a whole 5 years!! How wonderful!" Little Rose beamed with pride as she babbled on about her 5th birthday, while Elanor just sat, her mind elsewhere. She wanted to leave and go to sleep. After the merry dinner, she quickly left her family and went straight to her room. She felt like something was drawing her to rest, and could not resist. She fell right into bed and there she fell into a fast, unpleasant sleep.
It was dark, all around. Nothing seemed to pierce it; even unsettling screams, noises of any kind, would be swallowed and lost to the ear in that blackness. But Elanor was there, and alone. Everything was behind her, her mistakes, past incidents, everything. It was gone, left behind, in the light that seemed so far away. For she could not use these departed things in this place. She understood, but didn't, for it was not clear why she was there or what she should do now. She scarcely remembered those old times, in the summer of her youth, they were but ghostly memories to aide in her hardship. Tears made their fine, clear rivers down her face from her azure eyes, so dim in seeing all that to be seen. So tired she was, why was she there? Abruptly, thoughts and scenes enclosed her mind, and she saw ever so faintly indescribable things: Her father, laid cold somewhere, alone. She glimpsed someone she hadn't gotten to know, but she knew now, crying out softly to her for help. And her little Rose, sat crying, for she had not a birthday to celebrate. The final pictures were the most disturbing. They were of forgotten people and times, and horrible consequences and black monsters and things she could not imagine. For they were all once or would been, or before or after. All these hauntings ceased, and something enveloped her in a black fire, and she saw herself riding away from all she ever knew.. "Father!" Elanor screamed, awaking, terrified. "Daddy! Come!!" she sobbed, shaking uncontrollably. When he did not come, she ran as fast as she could to his bedroom, and did not find him there. She quickly remembered her horrifying dream and her heart beat so fast she thought it would pop. Searching everywhere, she finally found him lying in his favorite chair, mumbling urgent words, grasping the sides of the seat ever so tight. Beads of sweat dropped from his face. Elanor was appalled and could not think straight. She cried, flooring many amounts of frightened tears. "What s going on?" she cried. "Daddy! Daddy!?" Afraid to touch him, she cried louder. But his unknown words silenced her to as they grew louder and louder.
"We have to go.Run! Go! Now.."
Elanor covered her ears, not knowing if she was still dreaming or not. Since just awaking from a most alarming nightmare, she wasn't sure what was real, or what was a myth. It seemed that the whole world fell form her feet, but she still stood, standing, with her father. Suddenly, a loud cry brought her thoughts to a halt, and her father bolter upright, eyes wide open and bleary. "We have to go!"
"Elanor," said Rosie, as Elanor walked up to her, "I need you to go on a quick errand" "Yes Mother?" "Please go to the market for me and get some cotton green fabric! I have run out and need to sew a new dress for Rose, for her birthday party." "Yes mother." "And be courteous and respectful to your elders!" "Yes." "And." "Yes?" "Get me some new needles, Frodo got into mine and threw them in the fireplace, and now I cannot find them. Do you understand?" "YES mother!! Do not worry! I am just going to be a little ways off!"
Elanor sighed as she sauntered down the winding road, huffing and puffing. "She thinks of me as a silly little child all the time! Why is everyone so over protective of me? None of the other hobbit children have to deal with this!" She continued to darken her disposition as she kept on piling one negative thing on top of the other. Finally she reached Hobbiton marketplace, as expected. Everything was quite the same as it always had been- many hobbits running about the place, buying and selling, playing and meeting. After she bought what she was asked, she happened to hear an old voice over all the others. "Now children, settle down! I have to begin the story." With those last words, Elanor became very alert and hesitated, tempted to sit with the many smaller ones, all clustered around the elderly hobbit. She decided to stay for a moment, to see if she had heard the tale before. The little voices soon were quiet and the plot began. "I am here to tell you a wonderful legend, now forgotten to many, who do not take heed in such believed -to- be fairy tales. And guess where it starts? Right here in Hobbiton! It was too late for Elanor. She gasped and sat down, giving her complete and full attention to the heaven - sent storyteller. She was already sucked into her fantasy world, and could not escape from her eagerness to hear, especially if it was a story she never heard, and it began in her own home.
"Now there was this hobbit named Bilbo Baggins," continued the old hobbit, "A regular old chap of around 50 yrs who lived in a big cozy hole not far from here - Down at dear old Bag End..." Elanor couldn't believe it. This beginning of a story was set in her house!!!!!! Thrilled, she listened even more intently, soaking in every word as a sponge absorbs water. So he began the old story of Bilbo Baggins, his adventure with dwarves, a wizard, and a magic ring.
*****~***** Elanor listened intently, and was thrown out of her trance as the teller of tales stopped. She blinked, and in awe and utter delight asked what happed next. "I am sorry little one," the aged hobbit said, turning towards Elanor, "But we are finished for today. Tomorrow meet at the same place and we will continue where we let off: When Bilbo Baggins is confronted by the creature Gollum, and what happens to him and the dwarves thereafter." They all dispersed, leaving Elanor in absolute disappointment but also in total bliss. Suddenly, she remembered that her mother was waiting for her to get home, and she had promised! Collecting her wits, she swiftly dashed through the market and down the worn down pathway to her home. And being the fastest in the Shire, she had no time getting there hastily, but was still late. She had not noticed how fast the time went when she was listening to the new, exciting tale.
As Elanor neared her hole, she slowed down, thinking of the excuse that she would give for being so late, or, maybe, she could try to quietly slip into her home without being noticed. But deep inside she knew that her mother would catch her. None of her sly childish tricks could fool her. "Oh well," Elanor sighed, "I might as well get it over with and TRY.." Catching her breath, she walked up to the round, green door and tried as carefully as she could to open it without a sound. But the door chose to be loud and unforgiving, much to Elanor's dismay. Before she could run off into her room, an angered figured stomped across her path. There stood Rosie, steaming. "Elanor ... Gamgee!" cried Rosie, annoyed. "What have you been up to? It has been at least an hour or so past the time you were supposed to be home! It seems I can never trust you to do anything! And you wonder why I am always watching your back! And don't even TRY to give out another one of your poor excuses! It won't work no more with me! You can be nothing but trouble sometimes, young lady! If you improved your behavior, maybe I wouldn't have to be so hard on you! But you have to understand: You can't go off running about wildly just because you feel like it! Who knows what can happen? I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."
"Mother!" interrupted Elanor, upset, "Why do I have to be so careful? There's nothing bad here! All the other children run about as freely as they wish! Their mothers don't watch over them as if they are newborns! Why do I have to be so different and over protected? I feel so impatient here; I can't do nothing!" Her sapphire eyes gleamed as tears filled them, and trickled down her young soft cheek. "It just feels like Im missing something, I'm so confused and troubled." She quietly added, dropping the basket of materials at her mother's feet. "I don't mean to be the way I am, I'm just so restless. Sorry." And with that she scurried to her room, leaving her mother in a state of annoyance and pity. For now she would give her daughter some time alone, and then try to help her. It was strange though, for hobbit children that age, so young an age, to be having such worries and difficulties. She was only of eight years, and should not to have to deal with uncertainties of any kind for at lest 10-12 years more. Rosie would have to try to figure out the heart of her eldest daughter, to understand.
Elanor curled up on her bed and leaned against the window. She thought: "Why does a simple thing like being late turn into a big emotional discussion? I am so tired of being reprimanded and such!" But, of course, another thought came to mind, her new story. She would HAVE to go back to hear the rest, or to ask her father if he knew the story and forgot. This cheered her up a bit, and the excitement and anticipation of waiting for the remainder of the tale was immense. She looked through the old wooden frame and watched the afternoon slowly turn into dusk. The world was in full ablaze of stunning color, swept across the sky, and the grass covered hills that lay beneath it waved in the wind, as if one big movement. Elanor sighed that of satisfaction for the moment, and enjoyed the unforgettable sight, the sight that confirmed that the day went so fast and that night would soon be present. Already. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Elanor spent the remainder of what was left of day in her room, until supper. Though, again, she did not feel like eating. Not tonight. She felt suddenly very weary, very strange. But it wasn't about that day's emotional strain, or the horrible feeling of trying to grow up faster before her time, but something else. She sat with the rest of them, silent, avoiding eye contact with her parents as they ate and chattered happily. "It's almost my birthday", cried Rose, "I am so excited!!!" "Yes, we all are. We are going to get you a wonderful cake with little sweets and candies and then presents..The list goes on and on! You are going to have the most wonderful party a hobbit has every had!" "My goodness," said Rosie, "You are going to be a whole 5 years!! How wonderful!" Little Rose beamed with pride as she babbled on about her 5th birthday, while Elanor just sat, her mind elsewhere. She wanted to leave and go to sleep. After the merry dinner, she quickly left her family and went straight to her room. She felt like something was drawing her to rest, and could not resist. She fell right into bed and there she fell into a fast, unpleasant sleep.
It was dark, all around. Nothing seemed to pierce it; even unsettling screams, noises of any kind, would be swallowed and lost to the ear in that blackness. But Elanor was there, and alone. Everything was behind her, her mistakes, past incidents, everything. It was gone, left behind, in the light that seemed so far away. For she could not use these departed things in this place. She understood, but didn't, for it was not clear why she was there or what she should do now. She scarcely remembered those old times, in the summer of her youth, they were but ghostly memories to aide in her hardship. Tears made their fine, clear rivers down her face from her azure eyes, so dim in seeing all that to be seen. So tired she was, why was she there? Abruptly, thoughts and scenes enclosed her mind, and she saw ever so faintly indescribable things: Her father, laid cold somewhere, alone. She glimpsed someone she hadn't gotten to know, but she knew now, crying out softly to her for help. And her little Rose, sat crying, for she had not a birthday to celebrate. The final pictures were the most disturbing. They were of forgotten people and times, and horrible consequences and black monsters and things she could not imagine. For they were all once or would been, or before or after. All these hauntings ceased, and something enveloped her in a black fire, and she saw herself riding away from all she ever knew.. "Father!" Elanor screamed, awaking, terrified. "Daddy! Come!!" she sobbed, shaking uncontrollably. When he did not come, she ran as fast as she could to his bedroom, and did not find him there. She quickly remembered her horrifying dream and her heart beat so fast she thought it would pop. Searching everywhere, she finally found him lying in his favorite chair, mumbling urgent words, grasping the sides of the seat ever so tight. Beads of sweat dropped from his face. Elanor was appalled and could not think straight. She cried, flooring many amounts of frightened tears. "What s going on?" she cried. "Daddy! Daddy!?" Afraid to touch him, she cried louder. But his unknown words silenced her to as they grew louder and louder.
"We have to go.Run! Go! Now.."
Elanor covered her ears, not knowing if she was still dreaming or not. Since just awaking from a most alarming nightmare, she wasn't sure what was real, or what was a myth. It seemed that the whole world fell form her feet, but she still stood, standing, with her father. Suddenly, a loud cry brought her thoughts to a halt, and her father bolter upright, eyes wide open and bleary. "We have to go!"