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I'm sort of alternating between the book and the movie here. Ive done more of the movie, because its easier to write, and more people know it then the book, but I couldn't resist putting some bits from the book in, like Tom Bombadil, who, they unfortunately left out in the movie, but as I have lost the book (oops....) I think most of my details are a bit off......
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Chapter IV
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Mia was in the forest, practicing her archery on a tree, when Gandalf rode in for the first time since Frodo's 33^rd birthday. Worried, Mia dropped her bow, and sprinted after his horse, heading towards Bag End.
She crept on silent feet into the house, and hid quietly in the little used dining room, knowing no-one would venture in, but, to remain on the safe side, crouched behind a large plant pot and settled in to listen.
"Where is the ring? Is it hidden? Is it safe?" Gandalf's voice was full of fear, and he glanced nervously around the room far to frequently.
"It is here.: Mia heard Frodo reply as he rummaged around in a large trunk, "What are you doing! That's Bilbo's ring! Do no put it in the fire!" Frodo's voice, high, shrill and worried came to the sensitive ears of Mia as she strained to hear the conversation going on in the kitchen, several rooms away.
"Hold out your hand, it is quite cold." After a moments hesitation on Frodo's behalf, Mia hear the ring fall into his hand, then Gandalf's voice came again, urgently, "can you see anything? Is anything there?"
"No I can't see anything," Gandalf walked away slowly, "No... wait, there is writing. I cannot read it."
"It is the language of Mordor." Mia's gasp when Gandalf said this was loud enough that had Gandalf not been speaking, she would have been caught. `Mordor! A land of waste, of ruin. What does this have to do with Frodo?' "I will not speak it aloud here, but in the common tongue, it says `One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.'"
Mia's breath stopped. She, like all other young elves, had heard about Isildur, and the Kings of Gondor as a young child, and, like everyone else, believed them to be myths. `It's not possible! The ring doesn't exist! And if this is true, why, how, did an innocent hobbit like Frodo come to be chosen as its bearer? At least, I now know why I have been sent to guard this innocent child.' For, in Mia's eyes, Frodo was still a child, a small, innocent being.
"You must go! Leave quickly, for they are looking for you. Go. NOW!" Mia's trance was ended with the sudden desperate need to draw air into her deprived lungs. She jolted when she heard a small rustle outside the window close to her. It was obvious Gandalf and Frodo had also heard it, for they went deathly silent, and soon Gandalf walked carefully into the dining room, and Mia was immensely grateful that she had thought to hide. With a swift, fluid motion, Gandalf thrust his staff deep into the bushes growing outside of the window, and a loud thunk! was heard by all as it connected with somebody's head.
"Samwise Gamgee! Where you eves-dropping again?" Mia grinned in amusement as Frodo's best friend was drilled for answers. Nothing more important would be said that night, and so she rapidly scanned the room for a way to escape, for it was obvious that Frodo would be leaving sometime during the day, and she needed to follow him. And, as she planned to be ready to go with him, she would need sometime to grab all her stuff together.
When the three turned back into the kitchen, Mia, with feet that seemed to float above the ground, soundlessly slipped out the still open window, with no one in the house any wiser for her presence.
Skipping down the narrow, winding path, excitement coursed through Mia's lithe body, `Finally, to be off on an adventure! Leaving the shire, traveling through distant lands, following little used paths! The shire will always be dear in my heart, but I do not belong here, I belong in a place off adventure! Where I can run free, exploring distant forests! Oh how I miss the forests! The birds and squirrels chattering in the trees, the rustle of the tall oak trees in the breeze!'
She ran joyfully into the clearing in which she had made her home, thoughts of forests dancing through her head as she grabbed her weapons- a hand made bow and quiver of arrows, a short sword- a birthday present from Frodo, and two shining, silver daggers which had been her mothers parting gift to her over 50 years before. Grabbing a small knapsack, she stuffed a spare pair of breeches in it, a few bits of food - some apples, a few vegetables, herbs, and roots- all normal food for her, as she had been unable to buy anything from the market, and her culinary skills were nowhere near as good as a normal elf's.
Scarcely ten minutes later, the figures of Sam and Frodo could be seen traveling through an open meadow, away from the shire. A trained eye, looking carefully, would just be able to make out the shape of a strange shadow, remotely resembling a woman, folsowing behind them at such a distant to be in time to reach them incase of danger, but far enough away, the unwary travelers would be able to see her.
Having to go far behind the hobbits while they traveled in open fields, caused Mia a slight moment of panic when they reached a field in which tall stalks of corn grew, dwarfing the hobbits, and hiding them from her view. Quickly picking up her pace, Mia sprinted to the place she had last seen the hobbits, and was relieved to see that the hobbits path was well marked by their wide feet in the thin layer of mud clinging to the earth.
Mia turned the bend in the path she was following sharply, just in time to watch two strange hobbits come crashing through the field, and crash, one each, into Frodo and Sam, their arms laden with vegetables. Becoming instantly alert, she watched cautiously for a few seconds before deciding the strange hobbits would not harm Frodo, and relaxing.
"Look! Its Frodo and Sam! Hello Frodo!" the hobbit, Peregrin Took by name, exclaimed.
"Why so it is!" Merriadoc Brandybuck, the second hobbit joined in.
"GET BACK HERE! You little thieves!" an angry voice bellowed across the field, and the four hobbits paled in fear while Mia, alert once more, was ready to dart in and save Frodo.
"Run! Its Farmer....." Pippin's sentence broke off as he started running furiously, scattering vegetables in his wake.
To Mia, standing in the shadows and observing the four hobbits, the situation was quite amusing. Following behind them quickly, she chuckled softly when all four hobbits tumbled off the ledge of a small hill and tumbled in a tangled heap of hobbits to the road below.
Her grin however, vanished rapidly as she heard the hoof-beats of a horse. Moving quickly towards them in a gallop. `Frodo! Where is he! He can't stay on the road! Whoever's coming towards us at this pace probably doesn't want to invite him for a cup of tea.' There was no time for her to reach the hobbits, so all she could do was hope they realized their danger in time, before the mysterious rider arrived.
It was with relief that she saw Frodo drag them away from the mushrooms they had just found, and made them hide with him off to one side of the road, hidden from view by a large tree and its roots. Almost as soon as they had hidden, Mia saw the rider, cloaked entirely in robes of flowing black, come into view and slow his horse down as he neared the area in which the hobbits were hiding.
Mia shivered, there was an aurora of evil surrounding the rider that was very apparent to her. She soon noticed the quietness, the stillness of the area. `Where are the birds and animals? It is the middle of the afternoon still! They should all be out searching for food. What is this creature that sends fear so easily into the hearts of animals and elves alike?'
In horror, her body frozen to the spot, she watched as the rider dismounted heavily, and slowly, putting iron clad foot in front of iron clad foot, make its way towards the hiding place of the four hobbits, sniffing. `It must have no vision!' the part of Mia's brain that wasn't frozen by the appearance of the black rider thought reasonably, `or why would it use its nose when its eyes could tell it immediately where Frodo's hiding!'
She was only jerked back when she saw the rider start to bend over, leaning further and further towards Frodo's hiding place, and only then did her reason for being there come to her, and make her mobile again. "You must protect him. Always protect him, he must live, if need be you must give your life for him." Brithandil voice echoed in her ears as she desperately grabbed for the bow that hung on her back.
With shaking hands, she placed a green tailed arrow in her bow, drew it, and aimed for a rock, far from the hiding place of the four hobbits. `I hope this works!' she prayed as she sent the arrow flying with a twang.
The result of her actions was immediate, although not in the way she wanted - escape for the hobbits and for herself as well - for the rider, instead of following the clatter made by the arrow striking stone, turned instead in the direction the twang of the bow had come from. Right towards Mia.
The hobbits, Mai noted, had made good use of the time she had bought them, and were running rapidly away from the rider advancing on her, towards the Brandywine river. Then she turned back to the problem at hand, looking frantically for a way out, a way to escape from the black rider slowly approaching on her. Unfortunately, there was none, for, for an accurate shot at the rock, she had been forced to move into a corner into which there was no route out but for the way she came in, the way the black rider was blocking.
Just when she had given up all hope of escape, the rider turned and galloped quickly off after the departing hobbits. Pulling herself together, she sprinted after the rider, hoping desperately that she wasn't too late.
Mia arrived just in time to watch the hobbits running, only about 50 meters from the river, when the rider sprang out of nowhere on his black mount, and intercepted Frodo, cutting him off from the rest of the group. Quickly, she drew her bow once more, and was ready to fire an arrow deep into the black riders back when she saw Frodo break free from his reach, running frantically towards the rapidly departing barge. She held her breath for long moments as she watched the rider gaining, and then saw Frodo flying from the shore to be caught by his friends on the barge.
As her heart stopped the wild pounding in her chest which it had been doing ever since she had first heard the horses feet, the rider's horse reared in defeat, and a cry of sorrow and pain escaped from the riders throat as it turned about, and flew up the river to be joined by several other black clad horsemen.
She realized with a start that she was separated from her charge by a rapidly flowing river, and with no bridge or boat insight, the options were dismal--- swimming. Sighing deeply, pulled off her shoes, tunic and everything else besides her shirt and breeches, piled her weapons and clothing into a bundle she could carry above the water, and pulled her hair up before starting to wade into the cold September water. `When I said I wanted to go adventuring, I never thought that would involve swimming through a cold river with a fast current, and having to remain drenched for hours later. I mean, isn't adventuring supposed to be clean and easy, where the heroine always wins? Guess Fimbretrel was right when he said the books I read were fake! Ah! I hate it when he's right. But, I guess there's no point in delaying this anymore than I have to!' and with those cheery thoughts, started to swim across the river, using only one arm, as the other was attempting to keep her clothing dry
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Almost across the river, with her clothing and weapons still dry, Mia started to relax. Almost as soon as she had done this, a small wave came at her rapidly without her noticing it, and swept over her head, soaking all the things she had been working hard for almost an hour to keep dry.
In a fuming rage, Mia reached the shore and pulled on her soaking boots, before flying down the river bank, heading for Brandybuck Hall, where Frodo had recently purchased a house, and used to live. She slipped carefully in the gates just after the Frodo and the three hobbits accompanying him, still mad that she would be forced to remain cold and wet (both things she hated) for anymore time.
They didn't stay long in Brandybuck Hall, just enough time for the tired hobbits to catch a little shut eye, before heading out through the gates and into the much feared woods that lay beyond. Mia, eaves dropping on the hobbits once more, had heard that in the Old Forest, strange things happened to people, the trees moved, and often one who went in, would never again come out, and would die in its cold depths.
Of course, being a wood elf, Mia did not believe any of the gossip she heard, `How could trees and wood be bad? They are so kind and peaceful, our brothers and sisters in the world,' and was quite puzzled by the reaction of the hobbits to going into the Old Forest.
Pretty soon, the hobbits, with Mia following discreetly behind, set of into the forest. Following a well-worn trail, they traveled for several days with no consequences whatsoever. It was near the third day, that they came to a river, and the trail seemed to disappear, and all they could see was a little path that led along the river. It wasn't very well used, and didn't to Mia, appear very safe, and so, she was on her guard when the four hobbits all started to feel sleepy at once. Of course, she could not, in any way, believe this just to be coincidence, and so, when they were all asleep besides a large willow tree, she noticed the tree start to pull them in, sort of like it was trying to eat them.
Running forward, she grabbed Frodo's feet, and tried to pull him free from its groping hands, but to no avail, the tree held firm. And, try as she would, Frodo and the other hobbits, would not wake up, no matter what she did to them, finally, just as she was loosing all hope that they would escape, she heard a merry voice singing down the road.
Picking herself up off the forest floor, where she had collapsed scarce moments before, Mia grabbed her bow, ready to draw the bow at any time, should the singer be hostile, and flew in the direction of the singer's voice. Standing in a small clearing, a tall man was singing loudly as he collected wood for his fire.
"Excuse me sir," called Mia, working up her courage, for the only person she had talked to in the past 30 years had been Frodo, "a tree down the river appears to be eating my friends. Will you help us?"
"Ah, my friend the willow, yes, he can cause trouble every so often. I'll get them free in a moment or two, after I sing for a few minutes; it'll let them go more eagerly then it caught them.
And, just before the man who had introduced himself as Tom Bombadil began his song, Mia asked in a quiet voice, "Can you not tell them how you found them? They do not know who I am, and I would prefer it to remain that way, it is easier to protect them without knowing what they are like."
"I understand elf-child, for your destiny is great, and your path is long," Mia was left standing still, while Tom moved on to rescue the hobbits, and all she could think was, `How did he know? How did he know?'
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Okay, well that's done at last! My longest chapter so far, I don't like the ending, but its 2 in the morning, so I think ill come back and fix it later.....and also, I've got a few questions to ask
Whats a lemon? (and not the fruit variety)
How do you do lay out stuff? Like italics, underline, bold, center??
And finally...how come no ones reviewing?? all you need to do is click one little button and type in a few lines about my stuff......pweeassee??
Thanks for everyone who reviewed, if you haven't PLEASE PLEASE DO!!!!!!
I'm sort of alternating between the book and the movie here. Ive done more of the movie, because its easier to write, and more people know it then the book, but I couldn't resist putting some bits from the book in, like Tom Bombadil, who, they unfortunately left out in the movie, but as I have lost the book (oops....) I think most of my details are a bit off......
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Chapter IV
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Mia was in the forest, practicing her archery on a tree, when Gandalf rode in for the first time since Frodo's 33^rd birthday. Worried, Mia dropped her bow, and sprinted after his horse, heading towards Bag End.
She crept on silent feet into the house, and hid quietly in the little used dining room, knowing no-one would venture in, but, to remain on the safe side, crouched behind a large plant pot and settled in to listen.
"Where is the ring? Is it hidden? Is it safe?" Gandalf's voice was full of fear, and he glanced nervously around the room far to frequently.
"It is here.: Mia heard Frodo reply as he rummaged around in a large trunk, "What are you doing! That's Bilbo's ring! Do no put it in the fire!" Frodo's voice, high, shrill and worried came to the sensitive ears of Mia as she strained to hear the conversation going on in the kitchen, several rooms away.
"Hold out your hand, it is quite cold." After a moments hesitation on Frodo's behalf, Mia hear the ring fall into his hand, then Gandalf's voice came again, urgently, "can you see anything? Is anything there?"
"No I can't see anything," Gandalf walked away slowly, "No... wait, there is writing. I cannot read it."
"It is the language of Mordor." Mia's gasp when Gandalf said this was loud enough that had Gandalf not been speaking, she would have been caught. `Mordor! A land of waste, of ruin. What does this have to do with Frodo?' "I will not speak it aloud here, but in the common tongue, it says `One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.'"
Mia's breath stopped. She, like all other young elves, had heard about Isildur, and the Kings of Gondor as a young child, and, like everyone else, believed them to be myths. `It's not possible! The ring doesn't exist! And if this is true, why, how, did an innocent hobbit like Frodo come to be chosen as its bearer? At least, I now know why I have been sent to guard this innocent child.' For, in Mia's eyes, Frodo was still a child, a small, innocent being.
"You must go! Leave quickly, for they are looking for you. Go. NOW!" Mia's trance was ended with the sudden desperate need to draw air into her deprived lungs. She jolted when she heard a small rustle outside the window close to her. It was obvious Gandalf and Frodo had also heard it, for they went deathly silent, and soon Gandalf walked carefully into the dining room, and Mia was immensely grateful that she had thought to hide. With a swift, fluid motion, Gandalf thrust his staff deep into the bushes growing outside of the window, and a loud thunk! was heard by all as it connected with somebody's head.
"Samwise Gamgee! Where you eves-dropping again?" Mia grinned in amusement as Frodo's best friend was drilled for answers. Nothing more important would be said that night, and so she rapidly scanned the room for a way to escape, for it was obvious that Frodo would be leaving sometime during the day, and she needed to follow him. And, as she planned to be ready to go with him, she would need sometime to grab all her stuff together.
When the three turned back into the kitchen, Mia, with feet that seemed to float above the ground, soundlessly slipped out the still open window, with no one in the house any wiser for her presence.
Skipping down the narrow, winding path, excitement coursed through Mia's lithe body, `Finally, to be off on an adventure! Leaving the shire, traveling through distant lands, following little used paths! The shire will always be dear in my heart, but I do not belong here, I belong in a place off adventure! Where I can run free, exploring distant forests! Oh how I miss the forests! The birds and squirrels chattering in the trees, the rustle of the tall oak trees in the breeze!'
She ran joyfully into the clearing in which she had made her home, thoughts of forests dancing through her head as she grabbed her weapons- a hand made bow and quiver of arrows, a short sword- a birthday present from Frodo, and two shining, silver daggers which had been her mothers parting gift to her over 50 years before. Grabbing a small knapsack, she stuffed a spare pair of breeches in it, a few bits of food - some apples, a few vegetables, herbs, and roots- all normal food for her, as she had been unable to buy anything from the market, and her culinary skills were nowhere near as good as a normal elf's.
Scarcely ten minutes later, the figures of Sam and Frodo could be seen traveling through an open meadow, away from the shire. A trained eye, looking carefully, would just be able to make out the shape of a strange shadow, remotely resembling a woman, folsowing behind them at such a distant to be in time to reach them incase of danger, but far enough away, the unwary travelers would be able to see her.
Having to go far behind the hobbits while they traveled in open fields, caused Mia a slight moment of panic when they reached a field in which tall stalks of corn grew, dwarfing the hobbits, and hiding them from her view. Quickly picking up her pace, Mia sprinted to the place she had last seen the hobbits, and was relieved to see that the hobbits path was well marked by their wide feet in the thin layer of mud clinging to the earth.
Mia turned the bend in the path she was following sharply, just in time to watch two strange hobbits come crashing through the field, and crash, one each, into Frodo and Sam, their arms laden with vegetables. Becoming instantly alert, she watched cautiously for a few seconds before deciding the strange hobbits would not harm Frodo, and relaxing.
"Look! Its Frodo and Sam! Hello Frodo!" the hobbit, Peregrin Took by name, exclaimed.
"Why so it is!" Merriadoc Brandybuck, the second hobbit joined in.
"GET BACK HERE! You little thieves!" an angry voice bellowed across the field, and the four hobbits paled in fear while Mia, alert once more, was ready to dart in and save Frodo.
"Run! Its Farmer....." Pippin's sentence broke off as he started running furiously, scattering vegetables in his wake.
To Mia, standing in the shadows and observing the four hobbits, the situation was quite amusing. Following behind them quickly, she chuckled softly when all four hobbits tumbled off the ledge of a small hill and tumbled in a tangled heap of hobbits to the road below.
Her grin however, vanished rapidly as she heard the hoof-beats of a horse. Moving quickly towards them in a gallop. `Frodo! Where is he! He can't stay on the road! Whoever's coming towards us at this pace probably doesn't want to invite him for a cup of tea.' There was no time for her to reach the hobbits, so all she could do was hope they realized their danger in time, before the mysterious rider arrived.
It was with relief that she saw Frodo drag them away from the mushrooms they had just found, and made them hide with him off to one side of the road, hidden from view by a large tree and its roots. Almost as soon as they had hidden, Mia saw the rider, cloaked entirely in robes of flowing black, come into view and slow his horse down as he neared the area in which the hobbits were hiding.
Mia shivered, there was an aurora of evil surrounding the rider that was very apparent to her. She soon noticed the quietness, the stillness of the area. `Where are the birds and animals? It is the middle of the afternoon still! They should all be out searching for food. What is this creature that sends fear so easily into the hearts of animals and elves alike?'
In horror, her body frozen to the spot, she watched as the rider dismounted heavily, and slowly, putting iron clad foot in front of iron clad foot, make its way towards the hiding place of the four hobbits, sniffing. `It must have no vision!' the part of Mia's brain that wasn't frozen by the appearance of the black rider thought reasonably, `or why would it use its nose when its eyes could tell it immediately where Frodo's hiding!'
She was only jerked back when she saw the rider start to bend over, leaning further and further towards Frodo's hiding place, and only then did her reason for being there come to her, and make her mobile again. "You must protect him. Always protect him, he must live, if need be you must give your life for him." Brithandil voice echoed in her ears as she desperately grabbed for the bow that hung on her back.
With shaking hands, she placed a green tailed arrow in her bow, drew it, and aimed for a rock, far from the hiding place of the four hobbits. `I hope this works!' she prayed as she sent the arrow flying with a twang.
The result of her actions was immediate, although not in the way she wanted - escape for the hobbits and for herself as well - for the rider, instead of following the clatter made by the arrow striking stone, turned instead in the direction the twang of the bow had come from. Right towards Mia.
The hobbits, Mai noted, had made good use of the time she had bought them, and were running rapidly away from the rider advancing on her, towards the Brandywine river. Then she turned back to the problem at hand, looking frantically for a way out, a way to escape from the black rider slowly approaching on her. Unfortunately, there was none, for, for an accurate shot at the rock, she had been forced to move into a corner into which there was no route out but for the way she came in, the way the black rider was blocking.
Just when she had given up all hope of escape, the rider turned and galloped quickly off after the departing hobbits. Pulling herself together, she sprinted after the rider, hoping desperately that she wasn't too late.
Mia arrived just in time to watch the hobbits running, only about 50 meters from the river, when the rider sprang out of nowhere on his black mount, and intercepted Frodo, cutting him off from the rest of the group. Quickly, she drew her bow once more, and was ready to fire an arrow deep into the black riders back when she saw Frodo break free from his reach, running frantically towards the rapidly departing barge. She held her breath for long moments as she watched the rider gaining, and then saw Frodo flying from the shore to be caught by his friends on the barge.
As her heart stopped the wild pounding in her chest which it had been doing ever since she had first heard the horses feet, the rider's horse reared in defeat, and a cry of sorrow and pain escaped from the riders throat as it turned about, and flew up the river to be joined by several other black clad horsemen.
She realized with a start that she was separated from her charge by a rapidly flowing river, and with no bridge or boat insight, the options were dismal--- swimming. Sighing deeply, pulled off her shoes, tunic and everything else besides her shirt and breeches, piled her weapons and clothing into a bundle she could carry above the water, and pulled her hair up before starting to wade into the cold September water. `When I said I wanted to go adventuring, I never thought that would involve swimming through a cold river with a fast current, and having to remain drenched for hours later. I mean, isn't adventuring supposed to be clean and easy, where the heroine always wins? Guess Fimbretrel was right when he said the books I read were fake! Ah! I hate it when he's right. But, I guess there's no point in delaying this anymore than I have to!' and with those cheery thoughts, started to swim across the river, using only one arm, as the other was attempting to keep her clothing dry
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Almost across the river, with her clothing and weapons still dry, Mia started to relax. Almost as soon as she had done this, a small wave came at her rapidly without her noticing it, and swept over her head, soaking all the things she had been working hard for almost an hour to keep dry.
In a fuming rage, Mia reached the shore and pulled on her soaking boots, before flying down the river bank, heading for Brandybuck Hall, where Frodo had recently purchased a house, and used to live. She slipped carefully in the gates just after the Frodo and the three hobbits accompanying him, still mad that she would be forced to remain cold and wet (both things she hated) for anymore time.
They didn't stay long in Brandybuck Hall, just enough time for the tired hobbits to catch a little shut eye, before heading out through the gates and into the much feared woods that lay beyond. Mia, eaves dropping on the hobbits once more, had heard that in the Old Forest, strange things happened to people, the trees moved, and often one who went in, would never again come out, and would die in its cold depths.
Of course, being a wood elf, Mia did not believe any of the gossip she heard, `How could trees and wood be bad? They are so kind and peaceful, our brothers and sisters in the world,' and was quite puzzled by the reaction of the hobbits to going into the Old Forest.
Pretty soon, the hobbits, with Mia following discreetly behind, set of into the forest. Following a well-worn trail, they traveled for several days with no consequences whatsoever. It was near the third day, that they came to a river, and the trail seemed to disappear, and all they could see was a little path that led along the river. It wasn't very well used, and didn't to Mia, appear very safe, and so, she was on her guard when the four hobbits all started to feel sleepy at once. Of course, she could not, in any way, believe this just to be coincidence, and so, when they were all asleep besides a large willow tree, she noticed the tree start to pull them in, sort of like it was trying to eat them.
Running forward, she grabbed Frodo's feet, and tried to pull him free from its groping hands, but to no avail, the tree held firm. And, try as she would, Frodo and the other hobbits, would not wake up, no matter what she did to them, finally, just as she was loosing all hope that they would escape, she heard a merry voice singing down the road.
Picking herself up off the forest floor, where she had collapsed scarce moments before, Mia grabbed her bow, ready to draw the bow at any time, should the singer be hostile, and flew in the direction of the singer's voice. Standing in a small clearing, a tall man was singing loudly as he collected wood for his fire.
"Excuse me sir," called Mia, working up her courage, for the only person she had talked to in the past 30 years had been Frodo, "a tree down the river appears to be eating my friends. Will you help us?"
"Ah, my friend the willow, yes, he can cause trouble every so often. I'll get them free in a moment or two, after I sing for a few minutes; it'll let them go more eagerly then it caught them.
And, just before the man who had introduced himself as Tom Bombadil began his song, Mia asked in a quiet voice, "Can you not tell them how you found them? They do not know who I am, and I would prefer it to remain that way, it is easier to protect them without knowing what they are like."
"I understand elf-child, for your destiny is great, and your path is long," Mia was left standing still, while Tom moved on to rescue the hobbits, and all she could think was, `How did he know? How did he know?'
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Okay, well that's done at last! My longest chapter so far, I don't like the ending, but its 2 in the morning, so I think ill come back and fix it later.....and also, I've got a few questions to ask
Whats a lemon? (and not the fruit variety)
How do you do lay out stuff? Like italics, underline, bold, center??
And finally...how come no ones reviewing?? all you need to do is click one little button and type in a few lines about my stuff......pweeassee??