Frodoll Journal, Part 10
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.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 10
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This weekend, Rosie and I took yet another trip to Toys R Us, but this time we had a mission! We were off to find a Frodoll for Stormyday, a friend from Imladris.net, who is unable to find one near her home, and who we happen to be visiting with next month (along with Elevensies, also an Imladris friend, whom I have learned is a lass and not a meal in Rosie's world, and a fellow Frodoll fancier as well.) I was not optimistic, as our last trip to the large blue and yellow building had revealed only two Frodolls, one with an undersized head and a rather frightening face.
To our relief the other, more comely Frodoll was still there (he looks a great deal like myself actually) and with no hesitation at all, Rosie scooped him up and headed for the check-out stand. I kept my head low while she paid for him, but as soon as we were in the car, I insisted she remove him from the bag and open his "door" so that we could talk.
As you may expect, he was quite thrilled to be purchased, and even more thrilled to see me, but quite disappointed that he could not come out of his box. Rosie explained to him quite sweetly that he was meant for another, and would need to endure his captivity for a few more weeks. She then proceeded to tell him all that she knew about Stormy, and to assure him that he would be loved and cared for as painstakingly as a hobbit doll could wish. He was comforted, and he and I struck up a friendly camaraderie at once.
It has been lovely having him around, and we have had many long conversations. I have explained to him about cars and treadmills and computers and DVD players, and he has filled me in on what he knows of our toy line, and the latest rumors buzzing about the shelves. Apparently he was produced in the batch immediately following mine, and he insisted that there were no Samdolls in the making, although he had heard the rumor of a Bilbodoll. I would be much comforted by the presence of a Bilbodoll, and I mean to approach Rosie about the importance of acquiring one, should they become available.
Stormy's Frodoll prefers to lie down upon his back, which is more comfortable than being upright. (You may remember that in the upright position, we are lashed against the plastic and our feet are not against the floor. This, although certainly not painful, is quite uncomfortable after a time.) I generally lie atop the box, so that he can see my face as we converse. Of course, he is unable to do any journaling of his own, as his wrists are lashed in place, but perhaps he will dictate a letter to me at some point.
~TBC~
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.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 10
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This weekend, Rosie and I took yet another trip to Toys R Us, but this time we had a mission! We were off to find a Frodoll for Stormyday, a friend from Imladris.net, who is unable to find one near her home, and who we happen to be visiting with next month (along with Elevensies, also an Imladris friend, whom I have learned is a lass and not a meal in Rosie's world, and a fellow Frodoll fancier as well.) I was not optimistic, as our last trip to the large blue and yellow building had revealed only two Frodolls, one with an undersized head and a rather frightening face.
To our relief the other, more comely Frodoll was still there (he looks a great deal like myself actually) and with no hesitation at all, Rosie scooped him up and headed for the check-out stand. I kept my head low while she paid for him, but as soon as we were in the car, I insisted she remove him from the bag and open his "door" so that we could talk.
As you may expect, he was quite thrilled to be purchased, and even more thrilled to see me, but quite disappointed that he could not come out of his box. Rosie explained to him quite sweetly that he was meant for another, and would need to endure his captivity for a few more weeks. She then proceeded to tell him all that she knew about Stormy, and to assure him that he would be loved and cared for as painstakingly as a hobbit doll could wish. He was comforted, and he and I struck up a friendly camaraderie at once.
It has been lovely having him around, and we have had many long conversations. I have explained to him about cars and treadmills and computers and DVD players, and he has filled me in on what he knows of our toy line, and the latest rumors buzzing about the shelves. Apparently he was produced in the batch immediately following mine, and he insisted that there were no Samdolls in the making, although he had heard the rumor of a Bilbodoll. I would be much comforted by the presence of a Bilbodoll, and I mean to approach Rosie about the importance of acquiring one, should they become available.
Stormy's Frodoll prefers to lie down upon his back, which is more comfortable than being upright. (You may remember that in the upright position, we are lashed against the plastic and our feet are not against the floor. This, although certainly not painful, is quite uncomfortable after a time.) I generally lie atop the box, so that he can see my face as we converse. Of course, he is unable to do any journaling of his own, as his wrists are lashed in place, but perhaps he will dictate a letter to me at some point.
~TBC~