The morning sun cut out from behind the hill of Bag End, causing a slight
coolness pass over Faramir Took. Wind was blowing lightly making the grass
dance back and forth. It was a great day for a journey.
Faramir made his way up to the door of Bag End and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Finally the hobbit rapped a round of four knocks and waited. The door slung open revealing the sweet face of Goldilocks Gamagee. 'Faramir,' she said rinsing her hands off with a rag. 'It's been a while since you last visited. What brings you now?'
Faramir smiled, his heart had always been somewhat attached to Goldilocks and she looked if possible more beautiful today. 'I've come to ask your dad some questions. I was also wondering where Bilbo and Pippin were.'
'Dad's up at the courthouse. Bilbo and Pippin have been out for about a day with Ham.'
Faramir nodded and gave a short bow to the pretty hobbit, 'Thank you Gold.'
In Gondor the weather was much the same. Arwen was up in her chambers sitting on a feather bed while looking from her window towards the north. Even though her father had left Rivendell she still longed to see the great place. From her room there she could hear the splashes of waterfalls and other water. Daily she could leave and on her horse ride until the night through the forest. There was just something calling her back to her old house. She must talk to the king.
Pippin Gamagee crawled along the ground towards the wild boar, the ancient blade Sting in his fist. The boar had no idea what hit him when the blade cut into it's thick hide. It squealed but when Pippin twisted the blade it was dead. From behind Pippin Ham and Bilbo smiled at their brother accomplishing the dare.
'I believe whence he stabbed it, the thing died within a few seconds,' said Bilbo reaching out his hand to his older brother. '
'I guess your right,' Ham said handing Bilbo the bag of gold.
Pippin stood and slapped the dirt off him self. He gave his younger brothers a look that said, 'Was their any doubt.' Pippin then used the boar's fur to wipe the blood from his brother Merry's blade.
Frodo, Sam's first son was somewhat of a gardener and wanted nothing to do with war relics old or new. So the elfish blade Sting was given to his next son Merry. Two years later he had a third son whom he named Pippin, and to Pippin he gave a coat of Mithril.
'Merry is going to rip you up if he finds out you took Sting from him,' Bilbo said.
Pippin sheathed the sword and tied the scabbard to his waist. The three stood within a glade of weeping willows, the sun that cut between the blades causing different shades of color to come over the hobbit's clothing.
A whistle sounded in the air and the shaft of an arrow slammed into Pippin's back causing him to hit the ground. Ham grabbed Bilbo and fell on top of him. Bilbo who was obviously startled began to whimper.
From an oak outside of the glade fell the body of another hobbit? This one was older and taller then the others and carried in his right hand a bow. Pippin pushed himself up and started laughing. Merry the newcomer dropped his bow and joined with his own laughter. Pippin walked to his brother and tossed him the scabbard holding Sting.
Bilbo pushed away from Ham and cried, 'You two and your stupid jokes, I should – I should get my sword from dad and hack you all to pieces.'
'Come on Bilbo 'twas only a joke,' Merry said pulling the arrow out of Pippin's Mithril.
'Well your jokes are getting scarier and scarier. One of these times your going to actually nail one in him.'
Merry beamed a smile and chuckled a bit, 'Well he did steal my sword.'
Bilbo who was now getting angry grabbed up a rock from the ground and through it with all his might at Merry. Sting shot from it's scabbard and sliced the stone into two chunks, both halves falling to the ground. Then something strange happened. Sting turned a shade of blue.
Faramir made his way up to the door of Bag End and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Finally the hobbit rapped a round of four knocks and waited. The door slung open revealing the sweet face of Goldilocks Gamagee. 'Faramir,' she said rinsing her hands off with a rag. 'It's been a while since you last visited. What brings you now?'
Faramir smiled, his heart had always been somewhat attached to Goldilocks and she looked if possible more beautiful today. 'I've come to ask your dad some questions. I was also wondering where Bilbo and Pippin were.'
'Dad's up at the courthouse. Bilbo and Pippin have been out for about a day with Ham.'
Faramir nodded and gave a short bow to the pretty hobbit, 'Thank you Gold.'
In Gondor the weather was much the same. Arwen was up in her chambers sitting on a feather bed while looking from her window towards the north. Even though her father had left Rivendell she still longed to see the great place. From her room there she could hear the splashes of waterfalls and other water. Daily she could leave and on her horse ride until the night through the forest. There was just something calling her back to her old house. She must talk to the king.
Pippin Gamagee crawled along the ground towards the wild boar, the ancient blade Sting in his fist. The boar had no idea what hit him when the blade cut into it's thick hide. It squealed but when Pippin twisted the blade it was dead. From behind Pippin Ham and Bilbo smiled at their brother accomplishing the dare.
'I believe whence he stabbed it, the thing died within a few seconds,' said Bilbo reaching out his hand to his older brother. '
'I guess your right,' Ham said handing Bilbo the bag of gold.
Pippin stood and slapped the dirt off him self. He gave his younger brothers a look that said, 'Was their any doubt.' Pippin then used the boar's fur to wipe the blood from his brother Merry's blade.
Frodo, Sam's first son was somewhat of a gardener and wanted nothing to do with war relics old or new. So the elfish blade Sting was given to his next son Merry. Two years later he had a third son whom he named Pippin, and to Pippin he gave a coat of Mithril.
'Merry is going to rip you up if he finds out you took Sting from him,' Bilbo said.
Pippin sheathed the sword and tied the scabbard to his waist. The three stood within a glade of weeping willows, the sun that cut between the blades causing different shades of color to come over the hobbit's clothing.
A whistle sounded in the air and the shaft of an arrow slammed into Pippin's back causing him to hit the ground. Ham grabbed Bilbo and fell on top of him. Bilbo who was obviously startled began to whimper.
From an oak outside of the glade fell the body of another hobbit? This one was older and taller then the others and carried in his right hand a bow. Pippin pushed himself up and started laughing. Merry the newcomer dropped his bow and joined with his own laughter. Pippin walked to his brother and tossed him the scabbard holding Sting.
Bilbo pushed away from Ham and cried, 'You two and your stupid jokes, I should – I should get my sword from dad and hack you all to pieces.'
'Come on Bilbo 'twas only a joke,' Merry said pulling the arrow out of Pippin's Mithril.
'Well your jokes are getting scarier and scarier. One of these times your going to actually nail one in him.'
Merry beamed a smile and chuckled a bit, 'Well he did steal my sword.'
Bilbo who was now getting angry grabbed up a rock from the ground and through it with all his might at Merry. Sting shot from it's scabbard and sliced the stone into two chunks, both halves falling to the ground. Then something strange happened. Sting turned a shade of blue.