Frodoll Journal, Part 14
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 14 ~*~*~*~*
Words can not describe what a wonderful time I am having here in the city of St. Louis. Not only do I have my Rosie with me, but I have been privileged to spend the past few days in the company of two of my fellow Frodolls, Ele's and Stormy's, and with their human companions, who are every bit as charming in person as they have been "online." To avoid confusion, we call one another EF, SF, and RF (a clever way of distinguishing us, which Elevensies originated).
The "airplane" ride was uneventful, I must admit. I am glad that SF and I were carried on rather than stowed below with the common luggage; however, it was a crowded flight and Rosie did not feel at ease with getting us out during the trip. So we slept most of the way, and I was denied a view of the landscape from high above the earth. I cannot say that I am particularly disappointed in this fact, as I am not very comfortable with heights. Bilbo's stories about riding on the Eagle's back always gave me the shivers.
Yesterday we paid a visit to the "Gateway Arch." I have been looking forward to visiting this arch ever since Rosie told me that we would be doing so. We hobbits have a great affection for arches, as well as rounded shapes in general, and Bag End had a great many of these as you may know.
When we were packing for the trip (I packed my pencils, eraser, vest, extra footgrips, and Sting in one of the handy satchels sent to me by Eldalieva), I made sure to pack my ruler as well. I felt that measuring the famed Arch would be a fascinating pursuit and I am always looking for measurements to add to the long list I keep in the back of my green journal.
Alas, the task proved to be far more daunting than I anticipated. For one thing, it was terribly hot yesterday - Stormy said later that it was one hundred and three degrees -- which meant little to me until Rosie explained that in the reckoning of her world, even eighty degrees is considered very warm. Certainly I felt the heat, and was glad both for my light clothes and my protective footwear. In addition, said arch is made of metal. This surprised me very much considering its size. I certainly have seen many great towers, but they were made primarily of stone. The structure emits quite a bit of heat when one stands near it, and of course in order to measure one must stand quite close.
Stormy's Frodoll, so recently freed from his box and new to such adventures, was nearly overcome from the heat and was not able to assist me, but Ele's Frodoll was quite helpful, up until the point when I was forced to concede the task as impossible -- particularly the height -- I learned later that the arch is 7560 inches high! To measure this with my four-inch ruler would have taken far longer than a journey across Middle- Earth, and we have only a few days.
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.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
~*~*~*~* Part 14 ~*~*~*~*
Words can not describe what a wonderful time I am having here in the city of St. Louis. Not only do I have my Rosie with me, but I have been privileged to spend the past few days in the company of two of my fellow Frodolls, Ele's and Stormy's, and with their human companions, who are every bit as charming in person as they have been "online." To avoid confusion, we call one another EF, SF, and RF (a clever way of distinguishing us, which Elevensies originated).
The "airplane" ride was uneventful, I must admit. I am glad that SF and I were carried on rather than stowed below with the common luggage; however, it was a crowded flight and Rosie did not feel at ease with getting us out during the trip. So we slept most of the way, and I was denied a view of the landscape from high above the earth. I cannot say that I am particularly disappointed in this fact, as I am not very comfortable with heights. Bilbo's stories about riding on the Eagle's back always gave me the shivers.
Yesterday we paid a visit to the "Gateway Arch." I have been looking forward to visiting this arch ever since Rosie told me that we would be doing so. We hobbits have a great affection for arches, as well as rounded shapes in general, and Bag End had a great many of these as you may know.
When we were packing for the trip (I packed my pencils, eraser, vest, extra footgrips, and Sting in one of the handy satchels sent to me by Eldalieva), I made sure to pack my ruler as well. I felt that measuring the famed Arch would be a fascinating pursuit and I am always looking for measurements to add to the long list I keep in the back of my green journal.
Alas, the task proved to be far more daunting than I anticipated. For one thing, it was terribly hot yesterday - Stormy said later that it was one hundred and three degrees -- which meant little to me until Rosie explained that in the reckoning of her world, even eighty degrees is considered very warm. Certainly I felt the heat, and was glad both for my light clothes and my protective footwear. In addition, said arch is made of metal. This surprised me very much considering its size. I certainly have seen many great towers, but they were made primarily of stone. The structure emits quite a bit of heat when one stands near it, and of course in order to measure one must stand quite close.
Stormy's Frodoll, so recently freed from his box and new to such adventures, was nearly overcome from the heat and was not able to assist me, but Ele's Frodoll was quite helpful, up until the point when I was forced to concede the task as impossible -- particularly the height -- I learned later that the arch is 7560 inches high! To measure this with my four-inch ruler would have taken far longer than a journey across Middle- Earth, and we have only a few days.
To Be Continued....