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Disclaimer ( since I really should write one of these ) : I do not own anything Tolkein , except for Kate. End of Story
The day was ending and dusk twined about the edges of the trees. I think I had spent more time passing out and being asleep in Middle Earth than awake. We were entering a hall. Not a stone - wood kind of hall , but a tree hall. It may have been just me but it seemed like the trees lifted their branches for us to come through. The great trees towered above me. A rock wall was cut back into some sort of bay. A spring danced down the rock to make a shining water curtain. Oooooooh pretty.
"Hm ! Here we are ! " said whatever-it-was.
"I have brought you about seventy-thousand ent strides what that comes to in measurement in your land , I do not know ."
" Excuse me , " I spoke up , " where am I and who or what are you? "
If trees could glare I'm sure this one could. I shut up . He continued with his rather long winded speech , while walking over to a large stone table. He ( I think) pulled out several very large stone jars and put his hands over them.
They began to glow , one a gold colour , the other a with a rich green light. If you could catch summer in a forest that was it. He filled one big bowl with the summer-in-a-bottle and three smaller ones. I was seated on a table where I dangled my legs and sipped the liquid sunshine. It was very much like water, but with a hint of pine needles and fall leaves.
Maybe it was spiked because it seemed that my body was growing , stretching and my hair starting to curl. I still didn't know what the drink was , but I'd always wanted curly hair.
People always say never to put your drink down at a party but here I was drinking a substance I didn't know the name of. Oh what I wouldn't give for a nice tall glass of full bodied OJ ( also known as orange juice). I sat daydreaming about the orange sweet juice that made everything sticky and everyone happy. I tried to pay attention , but the daydream of food was calling to me. Apple pie, ice cream, cookies , danishes , croissantes , chicken noodle soup , spaghetti , pizza , the list went on and on. I was lost in the fantasy of me eating all that glorious food. I was cruelly sucked back to reality when I heard the name Saruman.
"But Saruman now ! Saruman is a neighbour : I cannot overlook him. I must do something , I suppose . I have often wondered lately what I should do about Saruman," the tree said.
" Hey , I've heard that name before! He's the guy who wanted me as a plaything , or something ."
Merry and Pippin blushed until they were two shades darker than a tomato. The tree-man fixed me with his gaze. I began to get nervous and shut up. One thing I had learned from the orcs. Blurting out things will result in something nasty. The tree continued.
I found out that Saruman was a wizard , was very powerful and had cut down many trees. This angered me , I threw fits when trees were cut down to make new houses in the suburbs.
" I will stop it! ," the tree boomed. "And you will come with me."
"Yes ! Yes! I'll help , I'll help ! Let's get those tree killers! " I piped up.
" Oh , terribly sorry , Treebeard, " Merry said . " This is our hasty friend Little Maiden."
"Little Maiden? That certainly is an odd name ."
"Actually , Boromir named her that because no one knew her proper one."
Treebeard's eyes seemed to be extra inquisitive , but he continued. The plan was to attack Isengard. Simple enough I thought , how big could Isengard be if it was a ruled by a wizard that wore a dress? So did Gandalf , but that's not the point.
Treebeard ranted on about how he was becoming too hot and how he should cool down outside in the rain. Whatever. He went outside for a while then came back in. It was then I learned of the Entwives.
" Entwives?!! Jeez you're not only slow, you're discriminatory too ! " I screeched.
A glare from everybody silenced me . For the time being. Well the Ents had (what Treebeard is) Entwives but they got in a spat about which was a better place to live. The Entwives left .
" You go girls !!! Sexist bastards...."
Once again everyone glared. I was half asleep , my head was overflowing with information. I was poked awake by Pippin who gestured to the 'bed' , which was composed of grass and fern which actually smelt quite nice. How long had it been since I had slept in my own bed ? This may be the last chance , I told myself. I had no complaints. I snuggled into into the grass and fell asleep straight away.
Treebeard stared at the odd human child who was sleeping .
" Legolas was right , Little Warrior would suit her better , " commented Merry. Pippin nodded then yawned sleepily.
Disclaimer ( since I really should write one of these ) : I do not own anything Tolkein , except for Kate. End of Story
The day was ending and dusk twined about the edges of the trees. I think I had spent more time passing out and being asleep in Middle Earth than awake. We were entering a hall. Not a stone - wood kind of hall , but a tree hall. It may have been just me but it seemed like the trees lifted their branches for us to come through. The great trees towered above me. A rock wall was cut back into some sort of bay. A spring danced down the rock to make a shining water curtain. Oooooooh pretty.
"Hm ! Here we are ! " said whatever-it-was.
"I have brought you about seventy-thousand ent strides what that comes to in measurement in your land , I do not know ."
" Excuse me , " I spoke up , " where am I and who or what are you? "
If trees could glare I'm sure this one could. I shut up . He continued with his rather long winded speech , while walking over to a large stone table. He ( I think) pulled out several very large stone jars and put his hands over them.
They began to glow , one a gold colour , the other a with a rich green light. If you could catch summer in a forest that was it. He filled one big bowl with the summer-in-a-bottle and three smaller ones. I was seated on a table where I dangled my legs and sipped the liquid sunshine. It was very much like water, but with a hint of pine needles and fall leaves.
Maybe it was spiked because it seemed that my body was growing , stretching and my hair starting to curl. I still didn't know what the drink was , but I'd always wanted curly hair.
People always say never to put your drink down at a party but here I was drinking a substance I didn't know the name of. Oh what I wouldn't give for a nice tall glass of full bodied OJ ( also known as orange juice). I sat daydreaming about the orange sweet juice that made everything sticky and everyone happy. I tried to pay attention , but the daydream of food was calling to me. Apple pie, ice cream, cookies , danishes , croissantes , chicken noodle soup , spaghetti , pizza , the list went on and on. I was lost in the fantasy of me eating all that glorious food. I was cruelly sucked back to reality when I heard the name Saruman.
"But Saruman now ! Saruman is a neighbour : I cannot overlook him. I must do something , I suppose . I have often wondered lately what I should do about Saruman," the tree said.
" Hey , I've heard that name before! He's the guy who wanted me as a plaything , or something ."
Merry and Pippin blushed until they were two shades darker than a tomato. The tree-man fixed me with his gaze. I began to get nervous and shut up. One thing I had learned from the orcs. Blurting out things will result in something nasty. The tree continued.
I found out that Saruman was a wizard , was very powerful and had cut down many trees. This angered me , I threw fits when trees were cut down to make new houses in the suburbs.
" I will stop it! ," the tree boomed. "And you will come with me."
"Yes ! Yes! I'll help , I'll help ! Let's get those tree killers! " I piped up.
" Oh , terribly sorry , Treebeard, " Merry said . " This is our hasty friend Little Maiden."
"Little Maiden? That certainly is an odd name ."
"Actually , Boromir named her that because no one knew her proper one."
Treebeard's eyes seemed to be extra inquisitive , but he continued. The plan was to attack Isengard. Simple enough I thought , how big could Isengard be if it was a ruled by a wizard that wore a dress? So did Gandalf , but that's not the point.
Treebeard ranted on about how he was becoming too hot and how he should cool down outside in the rain. Whatever. He went outside for a while then came back in. It was then I learned of the Entwives.
" Entwives?!! Jeez you're not only slow, you're discriminatory too ! " I screeched.
A glare from everybody silenced me . For the time being. Well the Ents had (what Treebeard is) Entwives but they got in a spat about which was a better place to live. The Entwives left .
" You go girls !!! Sexist bastards...."
Once again everyone glared. I was half asleep , my head was overflowing with information. I was poked awake by Pippin who gestured to the 'bed' , which was composed of grass and fern which actually smelt quite nice. How long had it been since I had slept in my own bed ? This may be the last chance , I told myself. I had no complaints. I snuggled into into the grass and fell asleep straight away.
Treebeard stared at the odd human child who was sleeping .
" Legolas was right , Little Warrior would suit her better , " commented Merry. Pippin nodded then yawned sleepily.