Frodoll Journal, Part 11
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 11
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Oh! I am so excited! Saturday a wonderful thing happened -- the most wonderful thing, I think, since I came to live with Rosie. I received a package in the mail! Not a letter, but an actual gift! And not upon the screen of light, like all of my wonderful letters. It came to Rosie's home by post, and although it was addressed to her on the outside, the letter inside made it clear that the package was for me. The letter, and the package, were from Eldalieva, my dear correspondent and my first friend in "cyberspace." She sent to me two small satchels made of "plastic," a substance which I have found ever-present here in Rosie's world. Within the satchels are several instruments of writing, an eraser, a measurement device called a "ruler," a small book with empty pages -- ideal for writing or map drawing, something called a "stencil" and some things called "stickers." Rosie assures me that she will demonstrate their use to me. All of these items are marked with a symbol which appears to be a feline attired as a lass. Very odd, but not frightening (as Eldalieva feared).
At first glance I was concerned that these new pencils would be no more useful than the golf pencil I have been using up to this point -- they appeared similar in width. However, upon testing them, I have found that they are very much an improvement. They are quite a bit lighter, for one thing, and the lead is somewhat softer, so I am not forced to press so firmly to achieve the desired result. In addition, they have a rounded surface. The "golf pencil" has a series of flat surfaces with ridges betwixt, and it felt quite awkward in my hand. Alas, I am still compelled to grasp the pencil with my entire hand, but as my fingers are rather inflexible, the result is surprisingly functional.
The eraser is quite wonderful. I have never used a substance for writing that was lifted so easily as this "pencil lead." Of course, I seldom make mistakes in my journals, as they are not scholarly work but merely the expressions of my thoughts and emotions. However, should I make an error, the eraser lifts the flawed mark completely and no trace remains upon the paper. Wonderful, indeed.
As thrilled as I am with these implements, and with the small booklet contained within the satchel, I must admit that I have been most intrigued by the "ruler." Of course I understood its use at once, however, I had never encountered such a precise measurement device before. Measurements in the Shire tend to be more general -- an arm's length or a penny's weight, for example. I find this small but exact instrument delightful. In fact, I spent the greater part of Saturday afternoon measuring everything on Rosie's desk. Did you know that a "floppy disk" is three and one-half inches wide? I suppose you probably do. But for myself, these things are quite interesting. Her "mouse pad" is seven and three-quarters inches, at the widest point. This one was a bit more difficult, as my ruler only has four inches on it. I was forced to place my finger at the four inch mark and then move the ruler down to begin again at zero. Rosie tells me that even very young children in her world learn to use rulers, and she showed me one that was quite a bit longer, but I was unable to handle it -- it was too awkward for its weight and size. But she measured me and told me that I am eight and three-quarters inches tall. of course I already knew this, as it is in my specifications, but it was an adventure to be measured, all the same.
Friday was quite an exciting day as well, although not as wonderful as Saturday. Rosie took me to a "dollar cinema" to see my tale again. But unlike the previous time, she attended with a small group of people who love the story as much as Rosie does. "Ringaholics" she calls them, when referring to the group. I was permitted to sit upon the high back of the seat in front of Rosie, which afforded an excellent view, and drew not a few comments from the lasses who accompanied us. Rosie picked me up and held me close for the bits that are difficult for me -- you know of what I speak -- and I freely admit that I buried my face in her shirt during two particular scenes.
Strangely, Rosie and her companions spoke amongst themselves for the majority of the experience. They also laughed a great deal, and at the oddest of places. For example, they all laughed when Celeborn appeared on the screen with the Lady Galadriel. I could barely make out his words, so great was their mirth! They also laughed during the scene where my counterpart looks into the mirror of Galadriel. I certainly can see no humor in this scene, but Rosie and her companions were hard-pressed to control their giggles. Perhaps the popcorn was not fresh, and they developed a touch of fever.
Rosie says it is wonderful to have people to discuss the War of the Ring with. I suppose I understand, although my perspective is somewhat different.
~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.
~*~*~*~*
Part 11
~*~*~*~*
Oh! I am so excited! Saturday a wonderful thing happened -- the most wonderful thing, I think, since I came to live with Rosie. I received a package in the mail! Not a letter, but an actual gift! And not upon the screen of light, like all of my wonderful letters. It came to Rosie's home by post, and although it was addressed to her on the outside, the letter inside made it clear that the package was for me. The letter, and the package, were from Eldalieva, my dear correspondent and my first friend in "cyberspace." She sent to me two small satchels made of "plastic," a substance which I have found ever-present here in Rosie's world. Within the satchels are several instruments of writing, an eraser, a measurement device called a "ruler," a small book with empty pages -- ideal for writing or map drawing, something called a "stencil" and some things called "stickers." Rosie assures me that she will demonstrate their use to me. All of these items are marked with a symbol which appears to be a feline attired as a lass. Very odd, but not frightening (as Eldalieva feared).
At first glance I was concerned that these new pencils would be no more useful than the golf pencil I have been using up to this point -- they appeared similar in width. However, upon testing them, I have found that they are very much an improvement. They are quite a bit lighter, for one thing, and the lead is somewhat softer, so I am not forced to press so firmly to achieve the desired result. In addition, they have a rounded surface. The "golf pencil" has a series of flat surfaces with ridges betwixt, and it felt quite awkward in my hand. Alas, I am still compelled to grasp the pencil with my entire hand, but as my fingers are rather inflexible, the result is surprisingly functional.
The eraser is quite wonderful. I have never used a substance for writing that was lifted so easily as this "pencil lead." Of course, I seldom make mistakes in my journals, as they are not scholarly work but merely the expressions of my thoughts and emotions. However, should I make an error, the eraser lifts the flawed mark completely and no trace remains upon the paper. Wonderful, indeed.
As thrilled as I am with these implements, and with the small booklet contained within the satchel, I must admit that I have been most intrigued by the "ruler." Of course I understood its use at once, however, I had never encountered such a precise measurement device before. Measurements in the Shire tend to be more general -- an arm's length or a penny's weight, for example. I find this small but exact instrument delightful. In fact, I spent the greater part of Saturday afternoon measuring everything on Rosie's desk. Did you know that a "floppy disk" is three and one-half inches wide? I suppose you probably do. But for myself, these things are quite interesting. Her "mouse pad" is seven and three-quarters inches, at the widest point. This one was a bit more difficult, as my ruler only has four inches on it. I was forced to place my finger at the four inch mark and then move the ruler down to begin again at zero. Rosie tells me that even very young children in her world learn to use rulers, and she showed me one that was quite a bit longer, but I was unable to handle it -- it was too awkward for its weight and size. But she measured me and told me that I am eight and three-quarters inches tall. of course I already knew this, as it is in my specifications, but it was an adventure to be measured, all the same.
Friday was quite an exciting day as well, although not as wonderful as Saturday. Rosie took me to a "dollar cinema" to see my tale again. But unlike the previous time, she attended with a small group of people who love the story as much as Rosie does. "Ringaholics" she calls them, when referring to the group. I was permitted to sit upon the high back of the seat in front of Rosie, which afforded an excellent view, and drew not a few comments from the lasses who accompanied us. Rosie picked me up and held me close for the bits that are difficult for me -- you know of what I speak -- and I freely admit that I buried my face in her shirt during two particular scenes.
Strangely, Rosie and her companions spoke amongst themselves for the majority of the experience. They also laughed a great deal, and at the oddest of places. For example, they all laughed when Celeborn appeared on the screen with the Lady Galadriel. I could barely make out his words, so great was their mirth! They also laughed during the scene where my counterpart looks into the mirror of Galadriel. I certainly can see no humor in this scene, but Rosie and her companions were hard-pressed to control their giggles. Perhaps the popcorn was not fresh, and they developed a touch of fever.
Rosie says it is wonderful to have people to discuss the War of the Ring with. I suppose I understand, although my perspective is somewhat different.
~TBC~