Disclaimer: HA! I knew John had a phone! We actually spent about 3 hours
talking (off and on, his dad kept making him hang up). We own nothing,
definately not the Kingston Trio or The Beatles, except Nick's trombone and
It.
NOTES: JOP/n -- John Over Phone note
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-----*-----RIVENDELL-the Council of Elrond-----*-----
--*--Tom had found his...well, you'll see, and brought It. Caran's attempting (JOP/n: Hey!) to find a horse to ride--*--
Tom looked around and pouted. There were twelve chairs on each side seperating him from the elves. He shrugged and drug a chair from beside and placed it in front of his chair. He flopped his large, furry feet (JOP/n: Hey, look! Alliteration!) on the chair in front of him. Elrond sighed and mumbled about how bad hobbit feet are for his chairs. Unfortunately, Tom heard him and glared, semi-hungarily, at Elrond. The Elf-lord touched his wrapped ear and smiled uneasily, showing Tom it was fine for him to have his feet on the chair. The Council began, all the Elves sounding slightly uneasy.
'Wow, these guys can sure yak,' Tom thought to himself half way through the Council. 'Elrond hasn't taken a breath in five minutes! You'd think these guys were pearl divers or something.' The Council was coming to a conclusion (Sam had just appeared) when Tom jumped up on his "foot rest."
"I'm going with those hobbits!" Elrond smiled and accepted, glad to get the danger out of Rivendell. Tom pouted. He didn't get his chance to use It.
'Oh well, I'll get to use it on something or another. And there's always John,' the hobbit thought. 'In fact, to speak, err, think of it, where is that boy?' Tom got up, It under his arm, and trotted off to find John.
--*--Outside, on some path, Arwen and Caran are on horses, Caran is having a bit of trouble--*--
"Are you sure you can be my escort, Caranirithion?" Arwen asked, looking at Caran barely able to keep his seat.
"Sure, yes, yes, I'm fine," Caran said, smiling nervously. Tom came running down the path, but stopped when he caught the sight of Caran.
"Jo-err, Caran, get off that poor beast!" Tom yelled, laughing. Caran thankfully dismounted. "Arwen, ma'am, if I may, what in the name of Lee were you and Caran doing?" Caran glared Tom, screwing up one eye evilly.
"We were going to ride. Father said I needed an escort," Arwen said. Tom smiled winningly.
"I could go as you escort, fair lady." Caran's glare increased. Tom smiled wider, now aware he looked like a dope. Arwen smiled slightly and nodded for John to hand over his long knife (which Tom took gratefully) and help Tom mount. After readjusting the stirrups for the hobbit (Caran thanked Grant that Tom was a bit tall for a hobbit), Arwen and Tom set out.
--*--WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, on the road!--*--
Arwen laughed as she urged her mount on. Tom snarled, but urged his forward as well. Arwen darted around a corner and Tom gulped as he stopped his ride.
"Arwen? Arwen?" Tom said as he got his horse to walk. Tom stopped and stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. "Aragorn! Arwen! Legolas! Glorfindel! Is this any way for three Elves and a Man to act?" Legolas attempted to hide the cards behind his back. Tom laughed. "Don't worry. I won't tell that old fusspot Elrond about you playing poker." Legolas thanked the hobbit. 'Blackmail material!' Tom thought happily. 'Who knows when I may have to use this.'
"We must get back. Who knows what Father thinks you and I and Legolas and Glorfindel are doing out here," Arwen said with a laugh. Aragorn nodded and collected up the chips and cards. Tom smiled evilly and rode over to the Ranger as he was strightening up. He took out It and whacked Aragorn's head with it.
"Hey-eth! Who did-eth that? And-eth why am-eth I saying-eth '-eth' after- eth every other-eth word?" the Man said, his eyes dancing with an inner fire fire. Tom held It aloft. Several papers fell out, which Glorfindel quickly collected, fearing for his voice's sake.
"Behold It! The Band Folder of Doom, Destruction, Death, and the Curse of '-Eth'!" Tom said, laughing evilly. His voice had become suddenly deeper, as though he were speaking the Dark Tounge. He stood up in the stirrups and opened it, showing two thin books and many papers. "It is my band folder and it holds all the evil except" Tom threw out one of the thin books and two pieces of paper "the music of 'The Lion King', 'Mission: Impossible', and 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer'!" Tom accepted the papers that had fallen out and the ones and the book he thrown down from Glorfindel, after replacing them, he whacked Aragorn on the head again.
"Hey! That really hurts! Stupid Halfling!" Aragorn said, but suddenly shouted for joy. "It's gone! It's gone! The '-eth's are gone!" He remounted his horse and, with the Elves, rode off. Arwen remounted her horse and they rode back to Rivendell.
"Tom, you said that that...folder holds all the evil except the things you threw down. What exactly is it? Who made it? Does it have a sibling?" Arwen said, fascinated by the one thing that seemed to hurt her love.
"It's my band folder, plain and simple. In a sense I made it, but just the name and the other stuff. Ms. Scouten, my band teacher, and my parents got the music, I put it in and filled out the notes. Some company made the folder itself. It does have a sibling, The Band Folder of Doom, Destruction, Death, and the Curse of '-Ith'. I also, in a sense, made that one."
"Do they have shorter names? Who weilds your's sibling?"
"Yes, they do. Mine's 'Eth' and Eth's sibling is 'Ith'. The other trombonist, Wi-" he paused. He dared not speak the other trombonist's real name. He snapped his fingers and finally spoke again. "Nob Proudfoot, weilds the other."
"What is a trombonist?"
"Someone who plays the trombone. A trombone is kinda like the Horn of Gondor, but made of brass and, well, come to my room after this ride and I'll show you." They rode the rest of the way. Arwen was amazed that this hobbit who last night had attacked her father, Glorfindel, and several other Elves.
As Tom unsaddled his horse, Vilhelm (as he had dubbed the Elvish horse), he hummed the tune to "Penny Lane". Arwen looked over at the hobbit, now dancing slightly to the tune. He broke singing, he couldn't help it.
"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes," the hobbit sang. Arwen laughed as she took off Asfaloth's saddle. Tom put up Vilhelm's saddle, still singing, but a different song. Caran appeared in the stable to check that Tom didn't hurt anyone and joined Tom in the singing. This is the song they sung:
We went one day, about a month ago-o-o-o,
To have a little fun (yee-ha!), in Mexico!
We ended up, in the gamblin' spot,
Where the liquor and the dice were ho-o-ot!
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
I was shootin' dice, rakin' in the dough (long green),
When we he-eard that whistle blow.
We started to run, when a man in blue,
Said, "Senors, plase come wit me, 'CAUSE I YOU!"
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
Just five hundred dollars, and they'll set us free,
But I couldn't rise a penny, if you threatened me
I know five hundred don't sound like much (si),
But just try to find, somebody to touch!
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
Arwen was entranced by the song. Caran pushed himself off the door frame, which he had been laening against, and helped Tom take off Vilhelm's bridle. Arwen confronted the hobbit as he tried to hang up the bridle.
"What was that song you were singing? What is Tijuana Jail?" she asked. Tom gulped, knowing he was being found out. He quickly made up something that sent John into a fit of snickering. He just nodded and smiled--and snickered.
"Okay, Caranirithion, why don't YOU explain to Lady Arwen about Tijuana, if you find it so amusing," Tom growled angirly. Caran shook his head and bent down to whisper something in the hobbit's ear. Tom nodded and smiled as the Elf whispered. Tom took Vilhelm out to graze then turned and ran off, following Caran.
Arwen smiled as she took Asfaloth out to graze. 'What a strange friendship indeed. Odd songs from the mouths of both of them. I do hope Elrond will send Caran with that Hobbit,' she thought. She noticed a small, stout, orange chestnut pony grazing in the field. 'Bill, what a strange pony. He seems quite happy here.'
The two months in Rivendell passed, a torture for the Elves, except Arwen and Caran, who had to constantly keep watch on Tom. As the Fellowship set out, Caran came racing and lept on the closet figure.
"Get off me, you...you...ELF!" the figure shouted. Caran slid off his back and noticed it was Aragorn. "What were you doing, clinging to my back like a leech?"
"It's...it's just that I don't want to be left in Rivendell," Caran said, trying to sound innocent. He noticed his Hobbit friend up ahead, whistling the tune to "Hey Jude". He ran up to the Hobbit and noticed Frodo not too far ahead, talking to Merry. Caran tapped Tom on the shoulder. "Can I join?"
"You'd best ask the old geezer, I mean Gandalf. And Frodo. And probably Legolas, I don't know how he'd react to another Elf. And Gimli. In fact, you should talk to everyone," the Hobbit said. Caran ran lightly and asked to wizard to call a halt. The Elf explained about why he wanted to come and showed off his nice blade.
"Leave it to the ring-bearer," the Hobbits, Boromir, and Legolas said. Gandalf turned to Frodo.
"I say we take him!" Frodo said, the last word setting Caran and Tom to get up and dance around. Tom suddenly burst out singing, his voice deep and creamy.
The Fellowship stared oddly at the Hobbit. Indeed his song was strange. Yet, Pippin had heard it before and joined in, soon followed by Caran and Merry. By the second round all of them were singing. Song? Oh, yes, you'll want to see the words of the song.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountian,
There I took her life.
Met her on the mountian,
Stabbed her with my knife.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be.
If it hadn't been for Grayson,
I'd a-be in Tennessee.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be,
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a wide oak tree!
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Tom chuckled. "We could very well beat the Kingston Trio at their own songs!" Caran shot him a death glare. That earned him a whack with Eth and the strange case Tom was carrying. Aragorn noticed the case for the first time.
"What strange weapon is that, little one?" Tom smiled widely and, with a little help from Pippin, took out a slide (a trombone one), the bell of a trombone and the rest of the tubing, and, after quickly putting those together and screwing them, a mouthpiece. He placed the mouthpiece in the open end of the slide and, as Pippin handed the case to Caran for him to close and secure, blew one note. Boromir laughed and took his horn out.
"Quiet, both of you! Horns are not for play," Gandalf said. Tom smiled and put his trombone in rest position (not on the leg, but on the right side of his body). And they walked...and walked...and walked...and walked some more until they (finally) reached Hollin. Legolas and Caran were glad to see the sun. Tom was glad to see Elf ears. He licked his lips and set about cleaning his trombone (which he had put back) and deciding which Elf to attack. He decided on Legolas. Royal ears must taste good.
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What will the future bring? Definately some pained Elf ears of the Prince of Mirkwood. Go ahead, force Took to do push-ups! Perhaps Tom actually singing a normal-ish song (Kingston Trio is kinda folk-ish, excellent music though, if you haven't heard them you need to). Whatever it is, it will have to wait until either Sunday or until Mugwort can manage to find a phone that doesn't dsconnect every five minutes.
NOTES: JOP/n -- John Over Phone note
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-----*-----RIVENDELL-the Council of Elrond-----*-----
--*--Tom had found his...well, you'll see, and brought It. Caran's attempting (JOP/n: Hey!) to find a horse to ride--*--
Tom looked around and pouted. There were twelve chairs on each side seperating him from the elves. He shrugged and drug a chair from beside and placed it in front of his chair. He flopped his large, furry feet (JOP/n: Hey, look! Alliteration!) on the chair in front of him. Elrond sighed and mumbled about how bad hobbit feet are for his chairs. Unfortunately, Tom heard him and glared, semi-hungarily, at Elrond. The Elf-lord touched his wrapped ear and smiled uneasily, showing Tom it was fine for him to have his feet on the chair. The Council began, all the Elves sounding slightly uneasy.
'Wow, these guys can sure yak,' Tom thought to himself half way through the Council. 'Elrond hasn't taken a breath in five minutes! You'd think these guys were pearl divers or something.' The Council was coming to a conclusion (Sam had just appeared) when Tom jumped up on his "foot rest."
"I'm going with those hobbits!" Elrond smiled and accepted, glad to get the danger out of Rivendell. Tom pouted. He didn't get his chance to use It.
'Oh well, I'll get to use it on something or another. And there's always John,' the hobbit thought. 'In fact, to speak, err, think of it, where is that boy?' Tom got up, It under his arm, and trotted off to find John.
--*--Outside, on some path, Arwen and Caran are on horses, Caran is having a bit of trouble--*--
"Are you sure you can be my escort, Caranirithion?" Arwen asked, looking at Caran barely able to keep his seat.
"Sure, yes, yes, I'm fine," Caran said, smiling nervously. Tom came running down the path, but stopped when he caught the sight of Caran.
"Jo-err, Caran, get off that poor beast!" Tom yelled, laughing. Caran thankfully dismounted. "Arwen, ma'am, if I may, what in the name of Lee were you and Caran doing?" Caran glared Tom, screwing up one eye evilly.
"We were going to ride. Father said I needed an escort," Arwen said. Tom smiled winningly.
"I could go as you escort, fair lady." Caran's glare increased. Tom smiled wider, now aware he looked like a dope. Arwen smiled slightly and nodded for John to hand over his long knife (which Tom took gratefully) and help Tom mount. After readjusting the stirrups for the hobbit (Caran thanked Grant that Tom was a bit tall for a hobbit), Arwen and Tom set out.
--*--WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, on the road!--*--
Arwen laughed as she urged her mount on. Tom snarled, but urged his forward as well. Arwen darted around a corner and Tom gulped as he stopped his ride.
"Arwen? Arwen?" Tom said as he got his horse to walk. Tom stopped and stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. "Aragorn! Arwen! Legolas! Glorfindel! Is this any way for three Elves and a Man to act?" Legolas attempted to hide the cards behind his back. Tom laughed. "Don't worry. I won't tell that old fusspot Elrond about you playing poker." Legolas thanked the hobbit. 'Blackmail material!' Tom thought happily. 'Who knows when I may have to use this.'
"We must get back. Who knows what Father thinks you and I and Legolas and Glorfindel are doing out here," Arwen said with a laugh. Aragorn nodded and collected up the chips and cards. Tom smiled evilly and rode over to the Ranger as he was strightening up. He took out It and whacked Aragorn's head with it.
"Hey-eth! Who did-eth that? And-eth why am-eth I saying-eth '-eth' after- eth every other-eth word?" the Man said, his eyes dancing with an inner fire fire. Tom held It aloft. Several papers fell out, which Glorfindel quickly collected, fearing for his voice's sake.
"Behold It! The Band Folder of Doom, Destruction, Death, and the Curse of '-Eth'!" Tom said, laughing evilly. His voice had become suddenly deeper, as though he were speaking the Dark Tounge. He stood up in the stirrups and opened it, showing two thin books and many papers. "It is my band folder and it holds all the evil except" Tom threw out one of the thin books and two pieces of paper "the music of 'The Lion King', 'Mission: Impossible', and 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer'!" Tom accepted the papers that had fallen out and the ones and the book he thrown down from Glorfindel, after replacing them, he whacked Aragorn on the head again.
"Hey! That really hurts! Stupid Halfling!" Aragorn said, but suddenly shouted for joy. "It's gone! It's gone! The '-eth's are gone!" He remounted his horse and, with the Elves, rode off. Arwen remounted her horse and they rode back to Rivendell.
"Tom, you said that that...folder holds all the evil except the things you threw down. What exactly is it? Who made it? Does it have a sibling?" Arwen said, fascinated by the one thing that seemed to hurt her love.
"It's my band folder, plain and simple. In a sense I made it, but just the name and the other stuff. Ms. Scouten, my band teacher, and my parents got the music, I put it in and filled out the notes. Some company made the folder itself. It does have a sibling, The Band Folder of Doom, Destruction, Death, and the Curse of '-Ith'. I also, in a sense, made that one."
"Do they have shorter names? Who weilds your's sibling?"
"Yes, they do. Mine's 'Eth' and Eth's sibling is 'Ith'. The other trombonist, Wi-" he paused. He dared not speak the other trombonist's real name. He snapped his fingers and finally spoke again. "Nob Proudfoot, weilds the other."
"What is a trombonist?"
"Someone who plays the trombone. A trombone is kinda like the Horn of Gondor, but made of brass and, well, come to my room after this ride and I'll show you." They rode the rest of the way. Arwen was amazed that this hobbit who last night had attacked her father, Glorfindel, and several other Elves.
As Tom unsaddled his horse, Vilhelm (as he had dubbed the Elvish horse), he hummed the tune to "Penny Lane". Arwen looked over at the hobbit, now dancing slightly to the tune. He broke singing, he couldn't help it.
"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes," the hobbit sang. Arwen laughed as she took off Asfaloth's saddle. Tom put up Vilhelm's saddle, still singing, but a different song. Caran appeared in the stable to check that Tom didn't hurt anyone and joined Tom in the singing. This is the song they sung:
We went one day, about a month ago-o-o-o,
To have a little fun (yee-ha!), in Mexico!
We ended up, in the gamblin' spot,
Where the liquor and the dice were ho-o-ot!
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
I was shootin' dice, rakin' in the dough (long green),
When we he-eard that whistle blow.
We started to run, when a man in blue,
Said, "Senors, plase come wit me, 'CAUSE I YOU!"
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
Just five hundred dollars, and they'll set us free,
But I couldn't rise a penny, if you threatened me
I know five hundred don't sound like much (si),
But just try to find, somebody to touch!
So here we are in the Tijuana Jail!
Ain't got no friends to go our bail!
So here we'll stay,
'Cause we can't pa-a-ay.
Just send out mail,
To the Tijuana Jail!
Arwen was entranced by the song. Caran pushed himself off the door frame, which he had been laening against, and helped Tom take off Vilhelm's bridle. Arwen confronted the hobbit as he tried to hang up the bridle.
"What was that song you were singing? What is Tijuana Jail?" she asked. Tom gulped, knowing he was being found out. He quickly made up something that sent John into a fit of snickering. He just nodded and smiled--and snickered.
"Okay, Caranirithion, why don't YOU explain to Lady Arwen about Tijuana, if you find it so amusing," Tom growled angirly. Caran shook his head and bent down to whisper something in the hobbit's ear. Tom nodded and smiled as the Elf whispered. Tom took Vilhelm out to graze then turned and ran off, following Caran.
Arwen smiled as she took Asfaloth out to graze. 'What a strange friendship indeed. Odd songs from the mouths of both of them. I do hope Elrond will send Caran with that Hobbit,' she thought. She noticed a small, stout, orange chestnut pony grazing in the field. 'Bill, what a strange pony. He seems quite happy here.'
The two months in Rivendell passed, a torture for the Elves, except Arwen and Caran, who had to constantly keep watch on Tom. As the Fellowship set out, Caran came racing and lept on the closet figure.
"Get off me, you...you...ELF!" the figure shouted. Caran slid off his back and noticed it was Aragorn. "What were you doing, clinging to my back like a leech?"
"It's...it's just that I don't want to be left in Rivendell," Caran said, trying to sound innocent. He noticed his Hobbit friend up ahead, whistling the tune to "Hey Jude". He ran up to the Hobbit and noticed Frodo not too far ahead, talking to Merry. Caran tapped Tom on the shoulder. "Can I join?"
"You'd best ask the old geezer, I mean Gandalf. And Frodo. And probably Legolas, I don't know how he'd react to another Elf. And Gimli. In fact, you should talk to everyone," the Hobbit said. Caran ran lightly and asked to wizard to call a halt. The Elf explained about why he wanted to come and showed off his nice blade.
"Leave it to the ring-bearer," the Hobbits, Boromir, and Legolas said. Gandalf turned to Frodo.
"I say we take him!" Frodo said, the last word setting Caran and Tom to get up and dance around. Tom suddenly burst out singing, his voice deep and creamy.
The Fellowship stared oddly at the Hobbit. Indeed his song was strange. Yet, Pippin had heard it before and joined in, soon followed by Caran and Merry. By the second round all of them were singing. Song? Oh, yes, you'll want to see the words of the song.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountian,
There I took her life.
Met her on the mountian,
Stabbed her with my knife.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be.
If it hadn't been for Grayson,
I'd a-be in Tennessee.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be,
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a wide oak tree!
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Tom chuckled. "We could very well beat the Kingston Trio at their own songs!" Caran shot him a death glare. That earned him a whack with Eth and the strange case Tom was carrying. Aragorn noticed the case for the first time.
"What strange weapon is that, little one?" Tom smiled widely and, with a little help from Pippin, took out a slide (a trombone one), the bell of a trombone and the rest of the tubing, and, after quickly putting those together and screwing them, a mouthpiece. He placed the mouthpiece in the open end of the slide and, as Pippin handed the case to Caran for him to close and secure, blew one note. Boromir laughed and took his horn out.
"Quiet, both of you! Horns are not for play," Gandalf said. Tom smiled and put his trombone in rest position (not on the leg, but on the right side of his body). And they walked...and walked...and walked...and walked some more until they (finally) reached Hollin. Legolas and Caran were glad to see the sun. Tom was glad to see Elf ears. He licked his lips and set about cleaning his trombone (which he had put back) and deciding which Elf to attack. He decided on Legolas. Royal ears must taste good.
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What will the future bring? Definately some pained Elf ears of the Prince of Mirkwood. Go ahead, force Took to do push-ups! Perhaps Tom actually singing a normal-ish song (Kingston Trio is kinda folk-ish, excellent music though, if you haven't heard them you need to). Whatever it is, it will have to wait until either Sunday or until Mugwort can manage to find a phone that doesn't dsconnect every five minutes.