Frodoll Journal, Part 12
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 12
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I am a bit worried about Rosie. Although she has not neglected me, per se, she has certainly been less interactive this week. I have stopped asking her about transcribing for me, for it is clear that she feels badly that she has not found the time. The last time I asked her, she gave me a sorrowful look but said nothing. Perhaps she is ill, or has a touch of melancholy.
Anyway, I decided to "post" myself. It does take me longer to type than it does Rosie, but it will help to pass the time. Stormy's Frodoll is asleep -- he tends to nap in the afternoons -- and I have written enough for several journal entries. With the help of my pencil, I am getting quite swift at using this "keyboard."
I have had quite a few interesting experiences since I last wrote. For one thing, Rosie "smuggled" me to an entertainment known as a "play" at a place in Houston called the "Alley Theater." This is not unlike a "movie," but far more exciting, as the actors performed before us on a stage. But there was no music, and it was not loud, as it is in the cinema. Storytelling is an art well known to me (and to all hobbits) but this was more than telling. It was the acting out of the story. This tale itself was unfamiliar to me, and to Rosie as well. I found it quite difficult to understand, and thought that it was because of my newness to Rosie's world, but after the performance was over, she told me she was quite confused herself.
This week, Rosie's country celebrated "Independence Day," a very important Holiday upon which people shoot fireworks, wave flags, eat, and dress in red and blue (to match the flags). Rosie tells me this is the day her country celebrates freedom. I certainly understand this -- in fact hobbits celebrate the day when the ruffians were defeated in the Shire -- although perhaps they would be more accurate to do so on the day the Ring went into the fire. On this fourth day of July, Rosie took me to a room in a "hotel" (her word for Inn). This is where her family and many others were to celebrate the holiday in the evening. She said this location was chosen because it provided a good vantage point for the fireworks display, as well as being comfortable in temperature and free of insects. Rosie knew that I would not be able to participate in this party, so she took me early, before the guests arrived. She showed me the view from the window and pointed to the place where the fireworks would be launched. I felt as if I was perched on an eagle's eyrie, and was glad for the glass wall between myself and the "view." Later (after I was well hidden back in Rosie's purse), 10 other people came to the room, bearing gifts of food and drink, and they held the party right there in the Inn. I do wish I could have seen those fireworks - I wonder if they are at all like Gandalf's?
I am growing weary now - I wonder if Rosie could procure a small version of her "keyboard" for my use -- then she would not need to transcribe for me. I do hope she is back to her cheery self very soon.
~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 12
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I am a bit worried about Rosie. Although she has not neglected me, per se, she has certainly been less interactive this week. I have stopped asking her about transcribing for me, for it is clear that she feels badly that she has not found the time. The last time I asked her, she gave me a sorrowful look but said nothing. Perhaps she is ill, or has a touch of melancholy.
Anyway, I decided to "post" myself. It does take me longer to type than it does Rosie, but it will help to pass the time. Stormy's Frodoll is asleep -- he tends to nap in the afternoons -- and I have written enough for several journal entries. With the help of my pencil, I am getting quite swift at using this "keyboard."
I have had quite a few interesting experiences since I last wrote. For one thing, Rosie "smuggled" me to an entertainment known as a "play" at a place in Houston called the "Alley Theater." This is not unlike a "movie," but far more exciting, as the actors performed before us on a stage. But there was no music, and it was not loud, as it is in the cinema. Storytelling is an art well known to me (and to all hobbits) but this was more than telling. It was the acting out of the story. This tale itself was unfamiliar to me, and to Rosie as well. I found it quite difficult to understand, and thought that it was because of my newness to Rosie's world, but after the performance was over, she told me she was quite confused herself.
This week, Rosie's country celebrated "Independence Day," a very important Holiday upon which people shoot fireworks, wave flags, eat, and dress in red and blue (to match the flags). Rosie tells me this is the day her country celebrates freedom. I certainly understand this -- in fact hobbits celebrate the day when the ruffians were defeated in the Shire -- although perhaps they would be more accurate to do so on the day the Ring went into the fire. On this fourth day of July, Rosie took me to a room in a "hotel" (her word for Inn). This is where her family and many others were to celebrate the holiday in the evening. She said this location was chosen because it provided a good vantage point for the fireworks display, as well as being comfortable in temperature and free of insects. Rosie knew that I would not be able to participate in this party, so she took me early, before the guests arrived. She showed me the view from the window and pointed to the place where the fireworks would be launched. I felt as if I was perched on an eagle's eyrie, and was glad for the glass wall between myself and the "view." Later (after I was well hidden back in Rosie's purse), 10 other people came to the room, bearing gifts of food and drink, and they held the party right there in the Inn. I do wish I could have seen those fireworks - I wonder if they are at all like Gandalf's?
I am growing weary now - I wonder if Rosie could procure a small version of her "keyboard" for my use -- then she would not need to transcribe for me. I do hope she is back to her cheery self very soon.
~TBC~