Frodoll Journal, Part 4
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
AuthorÕs note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 4
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Today Rosie examined me closely. Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me assure you that she did nothing to me that was disrespectful or inappropriate. Perhaps you are surprised that she has not already scrutinized me, but after all, we just met. I appreciate her patience, for she gave me a chance to get to know her first, and to trust her affection for me. Believe me, if I had been purchased for a child, they would not have had such discretion -- particularly a human female child, who would undoubtedly wish to remove all of my clothing and dress me in horrible Barbie garments! Rosie would never do such a thing.
It started when we were sitting in her kitchen. Well, actually I was sitting -- she was preparing something to eat. I was on the kitchen table, and a shaft of sunlight was falling down on me. It was very pleasant, in truth. At one point she came over near me, and gave a gasp. When I asked her what was wrong, she grinned, and said that with the sun shining down on my face, casting shadows over my cheeks, I looked very strikingly like Frolijah. Knowing this was an important point to her, I allowed myself to be seated in various positions and looked at from several angles. This exercise seemed to delight her, and it amused me, for my features are certainly not my own creation and I cannot change them.
In the midst of this "exploration of angles," Rosie noticed my ears. I must admit I have perfectly formed hobbit ears, and they work quite well. She seemed to find them attractive. "Adorable" was the word she used, and she ran her finger around the tip of each one, more than once.
This naturally led to an exploration of my hair. Rosie told me that there had been some discussion at Imladris about Frodoll hair. This confused me for several moments, for Imladris is a name for Rivendell, and I know she could not have visited it anytime in the recent past. She explained to me that she was speaking of Imladris.net, a website upon which people discuss things. One of the things which is discussed (in astounding detail) is Frolijah. Others who had acquired a Frodoll were concerned with our hair, and its apparent lack of resemblance to Frolijah. Some had confessed to using a toothpick to reshape it! Rosie did not do this (thankfully!), she simply felt my curls and pushed them about a bit.
After this, she examined my hands. She was very pleased with my hands, especially my left one, which is shaped in such a way that she can place her thumb into my grasp, and my fingers curl gently around it. The right hand is shaped to hold Sting, which annoys me because I decided in Mordor that I would not do any more killing. But she said my fingers are just perfect, and pointed out that a curled hand can be useful (like for holding on when riding in the car or in a purse (also a very interesting experience, let me tell you!).
Speaking of riding in a car, we are leaving now for "work" so I shall continue this later.
To Be Continued....
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
AuthorÕs note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 4
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Today Rosie examined me closely. Now before you jump to any conclusions, let me assure you that she did nothing to me that was disrespectful or inappropriate. Perhaps you are surprised that she has not already scrutinized me, but after all, we just met. I appreciate her patience, for she gave me a chance to get to know her first, and to trust her affection for me. Believe me, if I had been purchased for a child, they would not have had such discretion -- particularly a human female child, who would undoubtedly wish to remove all of my clothing and dress me in horrible Barbie garments! Rosie would never do such a thing.
It started when we were sitting in her kitchen. Well, actually I was sitting -- she was preparing something to eat. I was on the kitchen table, and a shaft of sunlight was falling down on me. It was very pleasant, in truth. At one point she came over near me, and gave a gasp. When I asked her what was wrong, she grinned, and said that with the sun shining down on my face, casting shadows over my cheeks, I looked very strikingly like Frolijah. Knowing this was an important point to her, I allowed myself to be seated in various positions and looked at from several angles. This exercise seemed to delight her, and it amused me, for my features are certainly not my own creation and I cannot change them.
In the midst of this "exploration of angles," Rosie noticed my ears. I must admit I have perfectly formed hobbit ears, and they work quite well. She seemed to find them attractive. "Adorable" was the word she used, and she ran her finger around the tip of each one, more than once.
This naturally led to an exploration of my hair. Rosie told me that there had been some discussion at Imladris about Frodoll hair. This confused me for several moments, for Imladris is a name for Rivendell, and I know she could not have visited it anytime in the recent past. She explained to me that she was speaking of Imladris.net, a website upon which people discuss things. One of the things which is discussed (in astounding detail) is Frolijah. Others who had acquired a Frodoll were concerned with our hair, and its apparent lack of resemblance to Frolijah. Some had confessed to using a toothpick to reshape it! Rosie did not do this (thankfully!), she simply felt my curls and pushed them about a bit.
After this, she examined my hands. She was very pleased with my hands, especially my left one, which is shaped in such a way that she can place her thumb into my grasp, and my fingers curl gently around it. The right hand is shaped to hold Sting, which annoys me because I decided in Mordor that I would not do any more killing. But she said my fingers are just perfect, and pointed out that a curled hand can be useful (like for holding on when riding in the car or in a purse (also a very interesting experience, let me tell you!).
Speaking of riding in a car, we are leaving now for "work" so I shall continue this later.
To Be Continued....