A/N I *do* have to change their ages a bit. Otherwise it wouldn't be as
much fun! Hee.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Shh, shh, hun, it's okay. Merry, I want you to give Pippin that lolly back RIGHT now."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Merry, I SAID give it back! Now!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Alright, then," Mel gritted her teeth and grabbed the lolly from Merry, and not even bothering to wipe the drool off, stuck it in Pippin's mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-Mmph!" Pippin abruptly was quiet. Merry, on the other hand...
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Merry! Stop that! It wasn't yours in the first place! Now look, I can't under-" She stopped. Over Merry's screams she thought she heard a knock on the door. Ignoring the screaming child she ran gratefully to the door, glad for the distraction. Yanking it open, and nearly pulling herself off- balance, she looked out. No parents-but no children, either. Hmm. Then, as she turned to close the door, all of a sudden, a chubby little child rounded the corner, and beside him there appeared another child. Who then disappeared. "Huh?" He appeared again. Then disappeared. He seemed to be doing it by putting on what looked like some little ring. The chubby one frowned, and took the ring from the littler one, who merely squeaked once in protest. He deposited it matter-of-factly in Mel's hand, then walked in past her to examine Merry, who was still wailing. He reached into his pocket, brought out another lolly, by the smell of it mushroom flavored, Mel guessed, and popped it into his open mouth. Merry abruptly shut up. Mel glanced once at the bauble in her hand, then shuddered and dropped it in her pocket. She turned to the now silent Merry.
"Thank God." She breathed, then picked the newcomers up, looking to see if they had any name tags. "Samwise, and Frodo?" She asked them, looking at their tags. Sam's was shaped like a little tree, and Frodo's was like a ring. She got another sudden chill at that one, and dropped them on the nearest pile of blankets. She started to walk away, then thought the better of it, and plopped down beside them. Four kids, and already she was exausted. And where was her assistant?
She stood up. "I'm calling Tom." She desicivly informed the children, and ran to the phone. She dialled in the number and waited with baited breath. He had ibetteri be there.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
She tapped her foot. Frodo sat on it, clutching her leg.
Ring.
"Frodo, would you like a teddy bear? And Merry, hun, stop licking the table. It's dirty!"
Click. "Hello-dellerio?" A pleasant voice sang. She hated that.
"Tom? TOM? Is that you, Tom?!" Frodo was reaching into her pocket, looking for the ring.
"I think so, yes. What ever is the matter?"
"Assistant, Tom." Mel heard a splash from somewhere around the sink, but ignored it.
"Yes, what about him?"
"He's not ihere.i" Frodo grabbed the ring and ran away.
"Oh."
"Well? Frodo, stop. I don't want you playing with that ring. It's creepy. Get off. No, Frodo-I said get off!"
"Mel?"
"Tom?"
"He's not available. Find your own assistant-I'm sure you'll manage! Have a nice day!"
Click.
"Tom? TOM?!? DAMMI-" She stopped. No swearing around the kids. She sighed, walked over to the sink and fished a sopping but blissful Pippin out. The little guy had found a plug and filled the sink up with lukewarm water, then proceeded to sit in it, with his clothes on. She wanted to scream. Instead, she decided to check on the other small children. Merry was involved with trying to put both his feet and the lolly in his mouth at the same time, Sam was piling some wooden sticks on the floor and holding a cooking pan, and Frodo was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. She slumped. "I can't handle this. This is-this is-this is... Dumb." She concluded, for lack of a better word.
Frodo appeared to her left. She looked at him despondantly for a minute, then crouched down beside him. "Frodo, hun?"
He looked at her with his adorable big blue eyes. She hoped he understood.
"Now, I know you like your ring very much, and I'm sure you think it's fun to play with. Are you following me this far?"
He nodded.
"But that ring is a little creepy. Okay? So I'd like it if you wouldn't use it, okay?"
He stared at her for a second.
"Why don't you give me the ring, and I'll put it in a safe place. Okay?
Frodo's face, so adorable normally, hardened. With a flash, his eyes filmed over, his skin greyed and he ihissed/i at her, then ran away.
Mel freaked. "WHAT THE HE-...." She ran to the phone, and desperately dialled Tom's number. It rang twice. Then it picked up, and Mel started babbling incessently. "Tom that child is a DEMON he is a MENACE he is FREAKY AND I WANT HIM GONE or I am LEAVING right NOW this is NOT FUNNY TOM!" She paused and listened.
"iThe number you have dialled is not in service. Please hang up, and try your call again. The number you have dialled.../i"
She dialled again. Same thing. And again. Nothing.
She looked around, a little nervously. Everyone was happy in their own little worlds. Even Frodo, who was now visible and looking at a book. But still...She didn't want to take any chances. She needed help. So she picked up the phone, thought for a minute, and finally dialled her friend's number, hoping that she would be there.
This took me SO long to write! I would stare at the screen for hours and end up with three words! Ack! I need sleep.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Shh, shh, hun, it's okay. Merry, I want you to give Pippin that lolly back RIGHT now."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Merry, I SAID give it back! Now!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Alright, then," Mel gritted her teeth and grabbed the lolly from Merry, and not even bothering to wipe the drool off, stuck it in Pippin's mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA-Mmph!" Pippin abruptly was quiet. Merry, on the other hand...
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Merry! Stop that! It wasn't yours in the first place! Now look, I can't under-" She stopped. Over Merry's screams she thought she heard a knock on the door. Ignoring the screaming child she ran gratefully to the door, glad for the distraction. Yanking it open, and nearly pulling herself off- balance, she looked out. No parents-but no children, either. Hmm. Then, as she turned to close the door, all of a sudden, a chubby little child rounded the corner, and beside him there appeared another child. Who then disappeared. "Huh?" He appeared again. Then disappeared. He seemed to be doing it by putting on what looked like some little ring. The chubby one frowned, and took the ring from the littler one, who merely squeaked once in protest. He deposited it matter-of-factly in Mel's hand, then walked in past her to examine Merry, who was still wailing. He reached into his pocket, brought out another lolly, by the smell of it mushroom flavored, Mel guessed, and popped it into his open mouth. Merry abruptly shut up. Mel glanced once at the bauble in her hand, then shuddered and dropped it in her pocket. She turned to the now silent Merry.
"Thank God." She breathed, then picked the newcomers up, looking to see if they had any name tags. "Samwise, and Frodo?" She asked them, looking at their tags. Sam's was shaped like a little tree, and Frodo's was like a ring. She got another sudden chill at that one, and dropped them on the nearest pile of blankets. She started to walk away, then thought the better of it, and plopped down beside them. Four kids, and already she was exausted. And where was her assistant?
She stood up. "I'm calling Tom." She desicivly informed the children, and ran to the phone. She dialled in the number and waited with baited breath. He had ibetteri be there.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
She tapped her foot. Frodo sat on it, clutching her leg.
Ring.
"Frodo, would you like a teddy bear? And Merry, hun, stop licking the table. It's dirty!"
Click. "Hello-dellerio?" A pleasant voice sang. She hated that.
"Tom? TOM? Is that you, Tom?!" Frodo was reaching into her pocket, looking for the ring.
"I think so, yes. What ever is the matter?"
"Assistant, Tom." Mel heard a splash from somewhere around the sink, but ignored it.
"Yes, what about him?"
"He's not ihere.i" Frodo grabbed the ring and ran away.
"Oh."
"Well? Frodo, stop. I don't want you playing with that ring. It's creepy. Get off. No, Frodo-I said get off!"
"Mel?"
"Tom?"
"He's not available. Find your own assistant-I'm sure you'll manage! Have a nice day!"
Click.
"Tom? TOM?!? DAMMI-" She stopped. No swearing around the kids. She sighed, walked over to the sink and fished a sopping but blissful Pippin out. The little guy had found a plug and filled the sink up with lukewarm water, then proceeded to sit in it, with his clothes on. She wanted to scream. Instead, she decided to check on the other small children. Merry was involved with trying to put both his feet and the lolly in his mouth at the same time, Sam was piling some wooden sticks on the floor and holding a cooking pan, and Frodo was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. She slumped. "I can't handle this. This is-this is-this is... Dumb." She concluded, for lack of a better word.
Frodo appeared to her left. She looked at him despondantly for a minute, then crouched down beside him. "Frodo, hun?"
He looked at her with his adorable big blue eyes. She hoped he understood.
"Now, I know you like your ring very much, and I'm sure you think it's fun to play with. Are you following me this far?"
He nodded.
"But that ring is a little creepy. Okay? So I'd like it if you wouldn't use it, okay?"
He stared at her for a second.
"Why don't you give me the ring, and I'll put it in a safe place. Okay?
Frodo's face, so adorable normally, hardened. With a flash, his eyes filmed over, his skin greyed and he ihissed/i at her, then ran away.
Mel freaked. "WHAT THE HE-...." She ran to the phone, and desperately dialled Tom's number. It rang twice. Then it picked up, and Mel started babbling incessently. "Tom that child is a DEMON he is a MENACE he is FREAKY AND I WANT HIM GONE or I am LEAVING right NOW this is NOT FUNNY TOM!" She paused and listened.
"iThe number you have dialled is not in service. Please hang up, and try your call again. The number you have dialled.../i"
She dialled again. Same thing. And again. Nothing.
She looked around, a little nervously. Everyone was happy in their own little worlds. Even Frodo, who was now visible and looking at a book. But still...She didn't want to take any chances. She needed help. So she picked up the phone, thought for a minute, and finally dialled her friend's number, hoping that she would be there.
This took me SO long to write! I would stare at the screen for hours and end up with three words! Ack! I need sleep.