Hi peoples! Im back again. Heres the next chapter...
Chapter Three: Summoned
Aragorn then dragged the elf, placing him onto the horse as Gimli looked up to the ledge.
"Who the heck was that?!" He asked Aragorn. Aragorn ignored the elf, jumping onto the horse. The dwarf shrugged as Aragorn helped him up. Gimli nearly fell off the rear end of the horse as the horse whinned, then galloping away. Aragorn then thought to himself. Who was that cloaked elf?
Meanwhile....
"Hush up, Pippin!!" Merry scolded as he playfully slapped his mouth. Pippin then beamed as the two hobbits crawled behind the kitchen shack. Pippin and Merry grinned at eachother.
"Wonder what kind of food is in here..." Pippin muttered faintly as Merry lowered himself down, miming words to Pippin to get lie low. Pippin nodded as the two watched the shack open slowly as human chef appeared. The chef worn a tall white hat and a white appren, and a curled mustache under his nose. He then stretched, yawning, then walking away into another shack not too far away. Pippin and Merry grinned as the scattered into the shack. Pippin drooled, smelling the fresh scent of fuits. Merry grinned.
"Oooh... Carrots..."
"Pudding..."
"Chicken..."
"Apples..."
"Soup..."
"... mmm.... honey..."
"..spinach!" Pippin beamed, holding up a pot of spinach. Merry just glared.
"Why on earth would you want to eat spinach???" He asked in disgust. Pippin placed he pot down.
"Well, I happen to like spinach if you dont mind..." He muttered, snatching more fruit. Merry sighed, shaking his head. There was a pause as footsteps appeared. Pippin then widened his eyes with fear as he glanced over to the knives, not daring to move. Merry then shrugged as the chef came closer. He figured that he couldn't get out the door, since he was onlt a few feet away. Merry then dropped his bundle of food as he snatched Pippin's hand, tossing him into a barrel of shrimp.
He then jumped into the opposite, landing into a barrel of fish. Merry then felt to awkward feeling of the slimmed fish, holding in his screams of disgust. Pippin shivered as the dead beady black eyes of the shrimp glared at him. Pipin then closed his eyes, sloudhing down. The chef then came in, humming a tune. He then glared at the floor, looking around suspiciously. Merry and Pippin froze, holding their breathe, not daring to breathe. Chef narrowed his eyes slyishly, taking out his butcher knife. Pippin gulped, biting his lip as Chef appeared near him, then near Merry. The two hobbits the sighed with relief as the Chef changed his mood, humming bak to his tune, cleaning the floor.
He then placed his hand, into Merry's barrel. The hand of Chef dangled over Merry's head, not reaching the fish, focusing on what menu he shook make. Mery then gained enough courage to snatch a fush, gently placing it into the palm of Chef. Chef then pulled out the fish, grinning, snatching out his butchers knife. Pippin looked terrifed as he placed the fish onto a cutting board, swiftly slashing the fish to peices.
Merry slouched down deeper into the barrel as the Chef reached in for another fish. Pippin sweatdropped as he peeked through the shallow crack of the barrel, feeling his throat. Merry shivered as the Chef grinned, tossing the pieces of fish into a pot, stirring it, humming his tune. Pippin then held his breathe as the Chef placed his hand into his barrel, attempting to take the shrimp. Pippin follwed the tecnique Merry did. So, he took some handful of shimp, placing it into his hand. The Chef didn't seem to notice as he hummed, dancing to his beat, tossing them into the pot. Pippin then closed his eyes as he sighed with relief, then nearly screaming. Merry widened his eyes. Pippin hadn't been paying attention, the Chef picked him up by the neck. Cehf then noticed the wieght, as he glanced over, dropping the hobbit right away. Chef angered.
"Ahhh! Derty little hobbitz!!" He bellowed with his frecnh accent. Merry then jumped out, not noticing a couple fish attached to his belt buckle. The barrel then tipped over as the two hobbits fleed. Pippin then stopped, quickly snatching a couple carrots.
"Cume back herez!" He shouted, lifting up his butcher knife, nearly smacking Pippin. Merry then shrugged as he crawled under the chef out the door. Pippin shivered, finding himself cornered.
"Ahhh! Merry! Help!!" He cried as the Chef grinned.
"I have zee best rezipe... 'Hobbits Stew'" He laughed, rasing his butcher knife. Merry then stopped dead at his tracks, then realizing that he had the fish. He then got an idea as he snatched the two fish, skidding them across the floor. The Chef took another final step as Pippin hurled himself into a ball, terrifed. Chef then felt himself lose his balance as he crashed onto the floor, the fish dangling right under him. Pippin jumped up, running straight over his face, out the door. Chef angered.
"HEY!! MY REZIPE IS RUNNING AWAYZ!! CUME BACK HEREZ!!" He shouted as he lifted himself up. Pippin then ran behind Merry.
"Where are we going? He's gonna catch us, Merry!" He warned as the Chef appeared running after them. Merry then shrugged, having an idea as he saw a small bobbits house nearby.
"Into Frodo's house!" He shouted. They both then dived into his garden, throwing open his door. At least his door is open. Pippin noted as he slammed the door shut, leaning aginst it. The Chef growled, not noticing where they hide, holding the butcher knife, running away.
Frodo suddenly felt his heart skip several beats as the door slammed. He quickly took out his dagger, cautiously walking towards his room door, taking his lamp. Frodo then quietly walked down the stairs as he saw the two figures.
"Oooh..."
" That was close..." Pippin said, looking at Merry's shadowed face. Merry angered. Frodo somehow noticed the fimilar voices, but wasn't sure.
"I told you we shouoldn't of tried to steal food from Chef..." Merry growled. Pippin looked furious.
"What?! I was the one that told you that!" Merry widened his eyes.
"No! It was your idea!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!!"
"Yes!!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES!!"
".... Yes!"
"... nice try! NO!!!!!!!!" Merry shook his head as Pippin argued stubbornly. Pippin angered.
"HEY!! QUIT IT!!!" Frodo shouted, finally gaining his courage, holding up his lamp to the two hobbits. They both cried aloud as their eyes adjusted.
"Ahhh!! Frodo!! What are you doing?!" Pippin cried, blocking his eyes from he light as Frodo held up his dagger against Merry's throat. Frodo suddenly felt like melting.
"Merry!? Pippin!? What are you doing here?" Frodo asked as he slowly turned off his lamp. Pippin angered.
"Couldn't you notice who's your friend or not?"
"I'm s-sorry..." Frodo felt stupid.
"I didn't see you... I coludn't see you..."
"But you noticed our voices, didn't you?" Merry questioned, crossing his arms. Frodo lowered the dagger, sighing, wishing that he beleived his conscience.
"Im sorry..." He said once again. Pippin smiled.
"No, you shouldn't be even apologizing, we barged into Bilbo's... I mean, your house..." He trailed off. Frodo sighed. yes, this house used to belong to Bilbo Baggins, his very old uncle about the age of 110. His uncle left when he passed down the frightful Ring Of Power to Frodo, then traveling across the land to Rivendell, resting there for the rest of his life. Frodo sighed. Merry then looked into his eyes. He knew right away something was troubling him. Frodo then glanced around him as another crack squeaked.
"Frodo... whats wrong?" Pippin suddenly asked. Frodo grinned, turning on his lamp dimmly.
"Nothing nothing... just, very tired...." He said, yawning. Pippin then dived onto the floor, dragging down Merry. Frodo gave a confused look, looking out the window. The door then knocked. Frodo then caustiously walked towards the door, opening it to take a peek. Pippin and Merry then exchanged glances, running into the living room. Outside, Chef stood, holding his butcher knife tightly. Frodo beamed.
"Uh... hullo!" Frodo grinned, then pushed away as Chef barged in, glaring at the hobbit.
"Bonjour! Have you'ze zeen ze two hobbitz??" He asked as his mustache seemed to twitch. Frodo shook his head.
"Two hobbits?... Um, no... why...? Hey!!" Frodo shouted as the Chef pushed him from his way, heading into the living room. Frodo then ran in front of him, blocking the entrance.
" If no one iz herez, then why doez you fearz?" He asked slyishly, pushing him once again.
"I'm sure no on is here but me-"
Frodo then culdn't think of anything else, not completing his sentance, but then grabbed his dagger. But, he stood there, amazed. Most likely, astonished and dumbstruck. Thre, near the fire, was a human dressed in a robe; smoking a pipe with his long beard, almost looking like Gandalf. Chef starred at the wizard stood up, holding his cane tightly.
"-And... my.... friend!" He finally competed the sentance, still glaring at the sight. The wizard beamed: his hood covered his face, not being viasble. Chef shivered.
"Oi!! A... A Wizzard!! A Wizzard!!" He cried, backing away. The wizard suddenly stood up, walking towards Chef, partly leaning on his cane. Chef then loked down to the hobbit.
"Ahh! sorry zat I barged inz!" He sweatdropped, dashing out from the house, slamming the dooor. He must be afraid of wizards. He noted to himself. Rodo then turned to the wizard. The wizard continued walking towards Frodo. Frodo then backed away, wondering if it was real, or perhaps-?
"Ahh! Noo! Left you idiot! Left!! AHHH!!" The voice of Merry shouted, as the wizard collapsed, its cloak flying off. Pippin then thuded into the ground as Merry followed, falling onto him. Frodo laughed, banding down.
"You nearly had me fooled." He tolde them. " I thought you were really Gandalf for a second..." He said, placing out his hand as Merry grasped it. Pippin coughed.
"Ooooh.... Merry.... you weigh a ton.." He halfly teased. Merry then dusted himself off, helplng Pippin up.
"Oh shut up... He muttered as he turned to Frodo. Pippin then moaned, taking somethig out from his pockets.
"Ohh... I think I broke something..." He said, hearing a crack as he pulle dout his item. It was the snapped carrots. Frodo and Merry laughed, rememebering that was exactly what happened when they were escaping the farmer, falling off the ledge, breaking their carrots, then finding mushrooms. Frodo remembered well as he grinned. pippin groaned.
"Oh! This was the only thing that I had left..." He growled, placing them nack into his pocket. Frodo then crossed his arms as he shook his head.
"You've been in Chefs shack again, haven't you?" He asked amusingly. Pippin and Merry glared at eachother, then they both said, pointing fingers:
"It was his idea!" Frodo shoo his head, finding this a bit amusing. These two always gotten themselves in trouble, but somehow always broke away. Frodo looked at them as Merry spoke.
"Can we stay here for a bit?" He asked. Frodo gave a confused look.
"Why?"
"Cause I have a bad feeling that Chef's gonna catch us..." Pippin finished. Frodo nodded happily.
"Sure! I have some blackets you can borrow..." He said, turning around to his closet, tossing two blankets at them. They both then caught it, grinning. They all then paused as the door knocked again, but a terrified voice. Frodo the ran to the door, listening.
"Tua amin!!" A young girl cried, banging the door with her fist.
"TAU AMIN!! ASCAKILL!!!!!" She cried louder. Pippin and Merry then dropped their blackets, running over to Frodo.
Frodo then opened the door as a young girl tumbled in. Frodo then looked out the door. He saw nothing... but wait, he did. Frodo suddenly saw the woods closer, like the eyes of a hawk, he saw somethign walking down the pathway, in a black cloak, covering everything but the glaring yellow eyes. Frodo then breathed heavily, but then blinked. The figure was gone. Frodo then started to wonder if.. perhaps, that women was the same as in his dream. He thoughts then came to an end as Pippin grabbed his shoulder.
"Frodo! Close the door!" He said in a demanding tone of voice. Frodo then closed the circle-shapped door, glaring down at the young girl. The girl had golden ywlloe hair, and worn a black vest and baggy pants like his. She looked about to be 9 to 10 years old. The girl suddenly backed away as she glared at them. Frodo looked at her, straight in the eye. The girl then spoke.
"N'ndengina amin..." She said, dragging her cloak onto the ground. Pippin then spoke.
"What does that mean?" He asked Frodo. Frodo didn't know, but he noticed something.
"She's an elf." He said, pointing at her ears.
"You can tell." The girl beamed. Frodo bent down.
"Do-you-know-english?" He said to make it understandable. The girl sighed.
"English?" Frodo nodded as the two wathed speechlessly.
"Not-too.... good..." She said, not able to pronounce 'not' right. Frodo then looked at her, then noticed the item she was carrying. A bow.
"Where did you get that?" He asked suspiciously, somehow reconizong it. The girl shivered. She didn't answer. Pippin then walked up to her.
"Whats your name?" He asked. The girl somehow understood.
"...Aundria...." She said as she stood up, her eyes focused on Frodo's eyes. Frodo turned away as she spoke, to him.
"Lle anta sinta Elrond?" She asked. Frodo was silent. He didn't get the first part, but he knew Elrond, ruler and father of Arwen. Frodo then turned to her bruised face, nodding. Aundria glowed happily.
"Yallume!" She cheered, placing the bow onto her back. Merry then spoke.
"I think she wants us to take her to Rivendell..." He said. Aundria smilled with progress.
"Uma! Uma! Rivendell!" She cheered. Frodo smiled, feeling his adventurous spirit return. He then thought of Uma, meaning 'yes'.
"Uma, We will lead you to Rivendell..." He said. Aundria then through her amrs around Frodo, whispereing Thank you in english. Merry then nodded, but Pippin, meanwhile, didn't think so.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He halted, glaring at the three.
"Now what?"
"We dont even know her!" he said. Frodo looked down at the young elf, then turned to Pippin.
"If she knows Elrond, then Elrond will know her." He said. Merry smirked as Pippin gave a terrified look.
"But the Chef is still out there!" Merry then frowned, that was true, he was still there, chasng them to make his recipe, 'Hobbit Stew'. Merry shuddered. Frodo sighed as Pippin growled. Aundria cursed.
"Nadoruan..." She said under her breathe, enough for Pippin to hear. Frodo grinned.
"Oh Pippin, what happened to the adventurous side of you? Come on, this may be important." He said as Merry nodded. Pippin was silent as Aundria glared at him eye to eye. Finaly, after the silence, Pippin nodded. Aundria smiled happily.
To Be Continued.....
Well, this mysterious 'elf' seems to be determined to get to Elrond in Revindell. Is it important? Or not? Will Frodo's dream really come true? Find out next time!!
Chapter Three: Summoned
Aragorn then dragged the elf, placing him onto the horse as Gimli looked up to the ledge.
"Who the heck was that?!" He asked Aragorn. Aragorn ignored the elf, jumping onto the horse. The dwarf shrugged as Aragorn helped him up. Gimli nearly fell off the rear end of the horse as the horse whinned, then galloping away. Aragorn then thought to himself. Who was that cloaked elf?
Meanwhile....
"Hush up, Pippin!!" Merry scolded as he playfully slapped his mouth. Pippin then beamed as the two hobbits crawled behind the kitchen shack. Pippin and Merry grinned at eachother.
"Wonder what kind of food is in here..." Pippin muttered faintly as Merry lowered himself down, miming words to Pippin to get lie low. Pippin nodded as the two watched the shack open slowly as human chef appeared. The chef worn a tall white hat and a white appren, and a curled mustache under his nose. He then stretched, yawning, then walking away into another shack not too far away. Pippin and Merry grinned as the scattered into the shack. Pippin drooled, smelling the fresh scent of fuits. Merry grinned.
"Oooh... Carrots..."
"Pudding..."
"Chicken..."
"Apples..."
"Soup..."
"... mmm.... honey..."
"..spinach!" Pippin beamed, holding up a pot of spinach. Merry just glared.
"Why on earth would you want to eat spinach???" He asked in disgust. Pippin placed he pot down.
"Well, I happen to like spinach if you dont mind..." He muttered, snatching more fruit. Merry sighed, shaking his head. There was a pause as footsteps appeared. Pippin then widened his eyes with fear as he glanced over to the knives, not daring to move. Merry then shrugged as the chef came closer. He figured that he couldn't get out the door, since he was onlt a few feet away. Merry then dropped his bundle of food as he snatched Pippin's hand, tossing him into a barrel of shrimp.
He then jumped into the opposite, landing into a barrel of fish. Merry then felt to awkward feeling of the slimmed fish, holding in his screams of disgust. Pippin shivered as the dead beady black eyes of the shrimp glared at him. Pipin then closed his eyes, sloudhing down. The chef then came in, humming a tune. He then glared at the floor, looking around suspiciously. Merry and Pippin froze, holding their breathe, not daring to breathe. Chef narrowed his eyes slyishly, taking out his butcher knife. Pippin gulped, biting his lip as Chef appeared near him, then near Merry. The two hobbits the sighed with relief as the Chef changed his mood, humming bak to his tune, cleaning the floor.
He then placed his hand, into Merry's barrel. The hand of Chef dangled over Merry's head, not reaching the fish, focusing on what menu he shook make. Mery then gained enough courage to snatch a fush, gently placing it into the palm of Chef. Chef then pulled out the fish, grinning, snatching out his butchers knife. Pippin looked terrifed as he placed the fish onto a cutting board, swiftly slashing the fish to peices.
Merry slouched down deeper into the barrel as the Chef reached in for another fish. Pippin sweatdropped as he peeked through the shallow crack of the barrel, feeling his throat. Merry shivered as the Chef grinned, tossing the pieces of fish into a pot, stirring it, humming his tune. Pippin then held his breathe as the Chef placed his hand into his barrel, attempting to take the shrimp. Pippin follwed the tecnique Merry did. So, he took some handful of shimp, placing it into his hand. The Chef didn't seem to notice as he hummed, dancing to his beat, tossing them into the pot. Pippin then closed his eyes as he sighed with relief, then nearly screaming. Merry widened his eyes. Pippin hadn't been paying attention, the Chef picked him up by the neck. Cehf then noticed the wieght, as he glanced over, dropping the hobbit right away. Chef angered.
"Ahhh! Derty little hobbitz!!" He bellowed with his frecnh accent. Merry then jumped out, not noticing a couple fish attached to his belt buckle. The barrel then tipped over as the two hobbits fleed. Pippin then stopped, quickly snatching a couple carrots.
"Cume back herez!" He shouted, lifting up his butcher knife, nearly smacking Pippin. Merry then shrugged as he crawled under the chef out the door. Pippin shivered, finding himself cornered.
"Ahhh! Merry! Help!!" He cried as the Chef grinned.
"I have zee best rezipe... 'Hobbits Stew'" He laughed, rasing his butcher knife. Merry then stopped dead at his tracks, then realizing that he had the fish. He then got an idea as he snatched the two fish, skidding them across the floor. The Chef took another final step as Pippin hurled himself into a ball, terrifed. Chef then felt himself lose his balance as he crashed onto the floor, the fish dangling right under him. Pippin jumped up, running straight over his face, out the door. Chef angered.
"HEY!! MY REZIPE IS RUNNING AWAYZ!! CUME BACK HEREZ!!" He shouted as he lifted himself up. Pippin then ran behind Merry.
"Where are we going? He's gonna catch us, Merry!" He warned as the Chef appeared running after them. Merry then shrugged, having an idea as he saw a small bobbits house nearby.
"Into Frodo's house!" He shouted. They both then dived into his garden, throwing open his door. At least his door is open. Pippin noted as he slammed the door shut, leaning aginst it. The Chef growled, not noticing where they hide, holding the butcher knife, running away.
Frodo suddenly felt his heart skip several beats as the door slammed. He quickly took out his dagger, cautiously walking towards his room door, taking his lamp. Frodo then quietly walked down the stairs as he saw the two figures.
"Oooh..."
" That was close..." Pippin said, looking at Merry's shadowed face. Merry angered. Frodo somehow noticed the fimilar voices, but wasn't sure.
"I told you we shouoldn't of tried to steal food from Chef..." Merry growled. Pippin looked furious.
"What?! I was the one that told you that!" Merry widened his eyes.
"No! It was your idea!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!!"
"Yes!!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES!!"
".... Yes!"
"... nice try! NO!!!!!!!!" Merry shook his head as Pippin argued stubbornly. Pippin angered.
"HEY!! QUIT IT!!!" Frodo shouted, finally gaining his courage, holding up his lamp to the two hobbits. They both cried aloud as their eyes adjusted.
"Ahhh!! Frodo!! What are you doing?!" Pippin cried, blocking his eyes from he light as Frodo held up his dagger against Merry's throat. Frodo suddenly felt like melting.
"Merry!? Pippin!? What are you doing here?" Frodo asked as he slowly turned off his lamp. Pippin angered.
"Couldn't you notice who's your friend or not?"
"I'm s-sorry..." Frodo felt stupid.
"I didn't see you... I coludn't see you..."
"But you noticed our voices, didn't you?" Merry questioned, crossing his arms. Frodo lowered the dagger, sighing, wishing that he beleived his conscience.
"Im sorry..." He said once again. Pippin smiled.
"No, you shouldn't be even apologizing, we barged into Bilbo's... I mean, your house..." He trailed off. Frodo sighed. yes, this house used to belong to Bilbo Baggins, his very old uncle about the age of 110. His uncle left when he passed down the frightful Ring Of Power to Frodo, then traveling across the land to Rivendell, resting there for the rest of his life. Frodo sighed. Merry then looked into his eyes. He knew right away something was troubling him. Frodo then glanced around him as another crack squeaked.
"Frodo... whats wrong?" Pippin suddenly asked. Frodo grinned, turning on his lamp dimmly.
"Nothing nothing... just, very tired...." He said, yawning. Pippin then dived onto the floor, dragging down Merry. Frodo gave a confused look, looking out the window. The door then knocked. Frodo then caustiously walked towards the door, opening it to take a peek. Pippin and Merry then exchanged glances, running into the living room. Outside, Chef stood, holding his butcher knife tightly. Frodo beamed.
"Uh... hullo!" Frodo grinned, then pushed away as Chef barged in, glaring at the hobbit.
"Bonjour! Have you'ze zeen ze two hobbitz??" He asked as his mustache seemed to twitch. Frodo shook his head.
"Two hobbits?... Um, no... why...? Hey!!" Frodo shouted as the Chef pushed him from his way, heading into the living room. Frodo then ran in front of him, blocking the entrance.
" If no one iz herez, then why doez you fearz?" He asked slyishly, pushing him once again.
"I'm sure no on is here but me-"
Frodo then culdn't think of anything else, not completing his sentance, but then grabbed his dagger. But, he stood there, amazed. Most likely, astonished and dumbstruck. Thre, near the fire, was a human dressed in a robe; smoking a pipe with his long beard, almost looking like Gandalf. Chef starred at the wizard stood up, holding his cane tightly.
"-And... my.... friend!" He finally competed the sentance, still glaring at the sight. The wizard beamed: his hood covered his face, not being viasble. Chef shivered.
"Oi!! A... A Wizzard!! A Wizzard!!" He cried, backing away. The wizard suddenly stood up, walking towards Chef, partly leaning on his cane. Chef then loked down to the hobbit.
"Ahh! sorry zat I barged inz!" He sweatdropped, dashing out from the house, slamming the dooor. He must be afraid of wizards. He noted to himself. Rodo then turned to the wizard. The wizard continued walking towards Frodo. Frodo then backed away, wondering if it was real, or perhaps-?
"Ahh! Noo! Left you idiot! Left!! AHHH!!" The voice of Merry shouted, as the wizard collapsed, its cloak flying off. Pippin then thuded into the ground as Merry followed, falling onto him. Frodo laughed, banding down.
"You nearly had me fooled." He tolde them. " I thought you were really Gandalf for a second..." He said, placing out his hand as Merry grasped it. Pippin coughed.
"Ooooh.... Merry.... you weigh a ton.." He halfly teased. Merry then dusted himself off, helplng Pippin up.
"Oh shut up... He muttered as he turned to Frodo. Pippin then moaned, taking somethig out from his pockets.
"Ohh... I think I broke something..." He said, hearing a crack as he pulle dout his item. It was the snapped carrots. Frodo and Merry laughed, rememebering that was exactly what happened when they were escaping the farmer, falling off the ledge, breaking their carrots, then finding mushrooms. Frodo remembered well as he grinned. pippin groaned.
"Oh! This was the only thing that I had left..." He growled, placing them nack into his pocket. Frodo then crossed his arms as he shook his head.
"You've been in Chefs shack again, haven't you?" He asked amusingly. Pippin and Merry glared at eachother, then they both said, pointing fingers:
"It was his idea!" Frodo shoo his head, finding this a bit amusing. These two always gotten themselves in trouble, but somehow always broke away. Frodo looked at them as Merry spoke.
"Can we stay here for a bit?" He asked. Frodo gave a confused look.
"Why?"
"Cause I have a bad feeling that Chef's gonna catch us..." Pippin finished. Frodo nodded happily.
"Sure! I have some blackets you can borrow..." He said, turning around to his closet, tossing two blankets at them. They both then caught it, grinning. They all then paused as the door knocked again, but a terrified voice. Frodo the ran to the door, listening.
"Tua amin!!" A young girl cried, banging the door with her fist.
"TAU AMIN!! ASCAKILL!!!!!" She cried louder. Pippin and Merry then dropped their blackets, running over to Frodo.
Frodo then opened the door as a young girl tumbled in. Frodo then looked out the door. He saw nothing... but wait, he did. Frodo suddenly saw the woods closer, like the eyes of a hawk, he saw somethign walking down the pathway, in a black cloak, covering everything but the glaring yellow eyes. Frodo then breathed heavily, but then blinked. The figure was gone. Frodo then started to wonder if.. perhaps, that women was the same as in his dream. He thoughts then came to an end as Pippin grabbed his shoulder.
"Frodo! Close the door!" He said in a demanding tone of voice. Frodo then closed the circle-shapped door, glaring down at the young girl. The girl had golden ywlloe hair, and worn a black vest and baggy pants like his. She looked about to be 9 to 10 years old. The girl suddenly backed away as she glared at them. Frodo looked at her, straight in the eye. The girl then spoke.
"N'ndengina amin..." She said, dragging her cloak onto the ground. Pippin then spoke.
"What does that mean?" He asked Frodo. Frodo didn't know, but he noticed something.
"She's an elf." He said, pointing at her ears.
"You can tell." The girl beamed. Frodo bent down.
"Do-you-know-english?" He said to make it understandable. The girl sighed.
"English?" Frodo nodded as the two wathed speechlessly.
"Not-too.... good..." She said, not able to pronounce 'not' right. Frodo then looked at her, then noticed the item she was carrying. A bow.
"Where did you get that?" He asked suspiciously, somehow reconizong it. The girl shivered. She didn't answer. Pippin then walked up to her.
"Whats your name?" He asked. The girl somehow understood.
"...Aundria...." She said as she stood up, her eyes focused on Frodo's eyes. Frodo turned away as she spoke, to him.
"Lle anta sinta Elrond?" She asked. Frodo was silent. He didn't get the first part, but he knew Elrond, ruler and father of Arwen. Frodo then turned to her bruised face, nodding. Aundria glowed happily.
"Yallume!" She cheered, placing the bow onto her back. Merry then spoke.
"I think she wants us to take her to Rivendell..." He said. Aundria smilled with progress.
"Uma! Uma! Rivendell!" She cheered. Frodo smiled, feeling his adventurous spirit return. He then thought of Uma, meaning 'yes'.
"Uma, We will lead you to Rivendell..." He said. Aundria then through her amrs around Frodo, whispereing Thank you in english. Merry then nodded, but Pippin, meanwhile, didn't think so.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He halted, glaring at the three.
"Now what?"
"We dont even know her!" he said. Frodo looked down at the young elf, then turned to Pippin.
"If she knows Elrond, then Elrond will know her." He said. Merry smirked as Pippin gave a terrified look.
"But the Chef is still out there!" Merry then frowned, that was true, he was still there, chasng them to make his recipe, 'Hobbit Stew'. Merry shuddered. Frodo sighed as Pippin growled. Aundria cursed.
"Nadoruan..." She said under her breathe, enough for Pippin to hear. Frodo grinned.
"Oh Pippin, what happened to the adventurous side of you? Come on, this may be important." He said as Merry nodded. Pippin was silent as Aundria glared at him eye to eye. Finaly, after the silence, Pippin nodded. Aundria smiled happily.
To Be Continued.....
Well, this mysterious 'elf' seems to be determined to get to Elrond in Revindell. Is it important? Or not? Will Frodo's dream really come true? Find out next time!!