Whee! More! I'm really having a hard time with this... I never thought it
would be this hard! I also never thought I'd be ATTEMPTING TO WRITE DURING
A HEAT WAVE! Sorry I just can't get over that. Review if you will, flames
are used to bake cookys! Mmm... cookys... *goes off into state of extended
bliss*
Niko watched Sam's entrance with a certain detached reverie, her thoughts swirling around one thing-getting home. It's not that I don't like this story, she thought, but I just don't want to be part of it! A small voice in her mind argued back that she did want to.And was only scared of seeing someone else hurt or killed. She knew it would happen whether she was there or not though. She was also scared that she would be responsible for something and fail. But she ruthlessly squashed it the voice and told herself that it was in the interests of self-preservation that she wanted home. Still, she felt a sense of adventure building...which she also tried to ignore.
"Girl?" Asked Gandalf, unaware of her name. "I said you should get some sleep. You leave at first light tomorrow."
"Niko." She growled. "My name. Is Niko. Not girl."
Gandalf kept his face grave, though she could see a twinkle in his eyes, which only served to annoy her further. Frodo announced he would find a spare room for her, so she turned and stalked haughtily out of the room. And promptly tripped and fell flat on her face. She sighed. This would be a long journey.
*****
Later that night she was sitting in a tiny room on a bed that Frodo had made up for her, brushing tangles, and twigs out her hair, when Sam poked his head in.
"What?" she asked, not too rudely.
"Well, I was... that is...-"
"Oh spit it out." She snapped, then immediately wished she hadn't. The look on his face was a little sad. "What was it?" she asked, more kindly.
"Well, you and me, we're all Mister Frodo has to look after him. We ought to be... friends, don't you think?"
She smiled at the nervous hobbit. "Yeah, I guess."
The look on his face brightened. "So then maybe you'll think of stopping this.... this...no meat eating peculiarity? I know it worried Mister Fro-" the smile on her face had faded into a angry scowl.
"Get OUT, Samwise, and if you ever mention it again I WILL eat meat again- starting with roasting you over a spit. OUT I say!"
***
The next morning dawned bright and early, with the golden sun coming up over a clear crystal blue sky. It was a beautiful, peaceful day. Unfortunately, Niko's temper wasn't nearly as placid. The two sleeping hobbits were woken by a loud shriek of anger that echoed through the halls of the house and went on for a good ten minutes.
"WHY am I PUNISHED by those above for nothing?!? WHY is it that the makers of the universe seem to HATE me for no reason!?!?! Isn't it enough that I be STRANDED in this GODS FORSAKEN PLACE?!! No, no! It gets BETTER! Who'd a THOUGHT?!?! I mean HONESTL-"
Frodo stumbled sleepily into her room. "WHAT is the MATTER???" he roared, uncharacteristically annoyed. Niko whirled around to face him, one hand over her nose. She removed her hand to show a shiny red pimple right in the center, and slumped down on the bed, wailing. "WHY?! Why me?!? WHY of all days of all places?!?! It's not FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Her voice cut off abruptly as Frodo slipped out into the hall and shut the door. Sam stood there with his fingers in his ears to stop her piercing wails, and the two of them broke down into helpless laughter. In one swift motion Niko wrenched open the door and dumped the contents of a vase of flowers and water on their heads, muttering something about "Ingrate hobbits" and "Hope nasty wee beasties eat 'em alive."
Eh heh stuff like that happens... MOAH HA HA maybe NOW she'll behave. Review???? :) Sorry they're so short... I'll write a longer one tomorrow!
Niko watched Sam's entrance with a certain detached reverie, her thoughts swirling around one thing-getting home. It's not that I don't like this story, she thought, but I just don't want to be part of it! A small voice in her mind argued back that she did want to.And was only scared of seeing someone else hurt or killed. She knew it would happen whether she was there or not though. She was also scared that she would be responsible for something and fail. But she ruthlessly squashed it the voice and told herself that it was in the interests of self-preservation that she wanted home. Still, she felt a sense of adventure building...which she also tried to ignore.
"Girl?" Asked Gandalf, unaware of her name. "I said you should get some sleep. You leave at first light tomorrow."
"Niko." She growled. "My name. Is Niko. Not girl."
Gandalf kept his face grave, though she could see a twinkle in his eyes, which only served to annoy her further. Frodo announced he would find a spare room for her, so she turned and stalked haughtily out of the room. And promptly tripped and fell flat on her face. She sighed. This would be a long journey.
*****
Later that night she was sitting in a tiny room on a bed that Frodo had made up for her, brushing tangles, and twigs out her hair, when Sam poked his head in.
"What?" she asked, not too rudely.
"Well, I was... that is...-"
"Oh spit it out." She snapped, then immediately wished she hadn't. The look on his face was a little sad. "What was it?" she asked, more kindly.
"Well, you and me, we're all Mister Frodo has to look after him. We ought to be... friends, don't you think?"
She smiled at the nervous hobbit. "Yeah, I guess."
The look on his face brightened. "So then maybe you'll think of stopping this.... this...no meat eating peculiarity? I know it worried Mister Fro-" the smile on her face had faded into a angry scowl.
"Get OUT, Samwise, and if you ever mention it again I WILL eat meat again- starting with roasting you over a spit. OUT I say!"
***
The next morning dawned bright and early, with the golden sun coming up over a clear crystal blue sky. It was a beautiful, peaceful day. Unfortunately, Niko's temper wasn't nearly as placid. The two sleeping hobbits were woken by a loud shriek of anger that echoed through the halls of the house and went on for a good ten minutes.
"WHY am I PUNISHED by those above for nothing?!? WHY is it that the makers of the universe seem to HATE me for no reason!?!?! Isn't it enough that I be STRANDED in this GODS FORSAKEN PLACE?!! No, no! It gets BETTER! Who'd a THOUGHT?!?! I mean HONESTL-"
Frodo stumbled sleepily into her room. "WHAT is the MATTER???" he roared, uncharacteristically annoyed. Niko whirled around to face him, one hand over her nose. She removed her hand to show a shiny red pimple right in the center, and slumped down on the bed, wailing. "WHY?! Why me?!? WHY of all days of all places?!?! It's not FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Her voice cut off abruptly as Frodo slipped out into the hall and shut the door. Sam stood there with his fingers in his ears to stop her piercing wails, and the two of them broke down into helpless laughter. In one swift motion Niko wrenched open the door and dumped the contents of a vase of flowers and water on their heads, muttering something about "Ingrate hobbits" and "Hope nasty wee beasties eat 'em alive."
Eh heh stuff like that happens... MOAH HA HA maybe NOW she'll behave. Review???? :) Sorry they're so short... I'll write a longer one tomorrow!