Frodoll Journal, Part 17
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.
~*~*~*~* Part 17 ~*~*~*~*
I do apologize to all of my Brothers and Adjuncts and Lasses and Friends for not "posting" with more regularity. It seems that Rosie has a bit of a preoccupation with sequentiality, and she has been of the opinion that she could not transcribe my current journal entries and thoughts until she had "caught up" on all of the previous untranscribed ones. For instance, I wrote quite a lot about the Vermont Marem Hoot that has never been posted. Rosie was under the impression that these musings must appear in the "thread" before anything more recent. I was quite astonished to learn of her thoughts on this, and gently reminded her that the Professor himself often wrote and published in a nonsequential manner, returning to long ago events in the midst of relating more recent ones. I would think that someone like Rosie, who enjoys writing her own stories, would realize this, and she was actually a bit embarrassed to have it pointed out to her.
I am so very excited today! Yesterday was quite momentous, as I was able to meet yet another of my Brothers face to face! After Work, Rosie and I drove a very, very long way to meet Cairistiona and CF at La Madeline's Restaurant. This was a lovely place, with soft lighting and small tables occupied with quiet conversation. Rosie and Cairi ordered Chicken Crepes with mushroom sauce, a dish which was none to pretty but which smelt and tasted delicious. They continued talking long after their food was consumed, something which Hobbits understand all too well, so CF and I had a long talk of our own. The lasses took several photographs of us, which are posted in our "thread" at Khazaddum.
Rosie and I had to drive for a very long while to find CF and his lovely companion. The journey did not seem overlong, however. Rosie has a wonderful machine in her automobile which tells stories and plays music. She often plays my story when we are traveling in the automobile, and the storyteller's voice surrounds us, though we cannot see him. On this occasion, we were listening to Bilbo's story, which was quite delightful, although I prefer hearing Bilbo tell it himself. (Speaking of which, Rosie tells me that Bilbodolls have been produced and we may acquire one soon! I was much gratified to hear this, although I still yearn for a Samdoll.)
We arrived at the place of eating when the sun was nearing its setting, and entered rather nervously. Immediately inside the door was a lovely young woman with a bright smile who seemed to recognize us at once. This was Cairistiona, and with her was CF, her Frodoll companion.
Before formal introductions, the lasses ordered their supper. As I mentioned earlier, they both ordered a dish covered in mushroom sauce, which smelt delightful. Of course they shared with us. Once we found a table and sat down, CF and I were introduced. We were fast friends at once. In fact, I have never met one of the Brotherhood that I did not feel close to at once. I suppose this is to be expected, but it is still a pleasant meeting each time.
While the lasses finished their meal (they eat considerably more than we do), CF and I played a few rounds of Sorry! I had brought the game along (one of several appropriately sized "board games" which Rosie has procured for me) as an icebreaker of sorts, and CF enjoyed playing, having never seen a board game before. After several rounds of Sorry! the lasses were nowhere near finished with their talk, so CF and I had a long, animated talk of our own.
At some point, Cairistiona and Rosie discussed the fact that they attended the same "alma mater." Apparently this is a type of school where people of their world go for higher learning. (Rosie tells me that it is even possible to study the Professor's Work in great depth, which I find quite gratifying.) Rosie and Cairistiona taught CF and I how to show "spirit" for the University by mocking the actions of a Great Bear. I found this to be rather strange, although I am usually willing to humor Rosie when she teaches me customs of her world. She assures me that other "Universities" have much stranger customs, including the University of "A&M" which is well- known throughout her state.
At some point in the evening, the lasses began comparing us, and they set us back to back in order to assess our height. They seem to agree that I am slightly taller than CF, which seems odd, as we were undoubtedly fashioned in the same Factory. I pointed out to Rosie that we should have brought along my ruler, as I had suggested. I always prefer to have my ruler along (as well as my compass and scissors, journal, pencil, and Sting), but Rosie felt that it might appear rude to measure items while she and Cairistiona were enjoying their meal. I believe she will take my advice next time, however. I have found that opportunities for measurement present themselves unexpectedly, and to be unable to take advantage of such opportunities is always a disappointment.
Subtle differences in our profiles and our hair were also pointed out. I have seen this behavior before, in other Frodoll companions, both in St. Louis and at the Marem Hoot. Rosie's people seem much preoccupied with comparing and contrasting things, including Frodolls.
Finally, long after the sun fell behind the Western horizon, we said our good-byes and took our leave of one another, with many promises to "do this again soon." And I hope we do. Rosie is wonderful company, but we hobbits (even hobbit dolls) are very sociable creatures, and nothing pleases us more than a full belly and a long talk. Except perhaps a pipeful of good leaf.
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.
~*~*~*~* Part 17 ~*~*~*~*
I do apologize to all of my Brothers and Adjuncts and Lasses and Friends for not "posting" with more regularity. It seems that Rosie has a bit of a preoccupation with sequentiality, and she has been of the opinion that she could not transcribe my current journal entries and thoughts until she had "caught up" on all of the previous untranscribed ones. For instance, I wrote quite a lot about the Vermont Marem Hoot that has never been posted. Rosie was under the impression that these musings must appear in the "thread" before anything more recent. I was quite astonished to learn of her thoughts on this, and gently reminded her that the Professor himself often wrote and published in a nonsequential manner, returning to long ago events in the midst of relating more recent ones. I would think that someone like Rosie, who enjoys writing her own stories, would realize this, and she was actually a bit embarrassed to have it pointed out to her.
I am so very excited today! Yesterday was quite momentous, as I was able to meet yet another of my Brothers face to face! After Work, Rosie and I drove a very, very long way to meet Cairistiona and CF at La Madeline's Restaurant. This was a lovely place, with soft lighting and small tables occupied with quiet conversation. Rosie and Cairi ordered Chicken Crepes with mushroom sauce, a dish which was none to pretty but which smelt and tasted delicious. They continued talking long after their food was consumed, something which Hobbits understand all too well, so CF and I had a long talk of our own. The lasses took several photographs of us, which are posted in our "thread" at Khazaddum.
Rosie and I had to drive for a very long while to find CF and his lovely companion. The journey did not seem overlong, however. Rosie has a wonderful machine in her automobile which tells stories and plays music. She often plays my story when we are traveling in the automobile, and the storyteller's voice surrounds us, though we cannot see him. On this occasion, we were listening to Bilbo's story, which was quite delightful, although I prefer hearing Bilbo tell it himself. (Speaking of which, Rosie tells me that Bilbodolls have been produced and we may acquire one soon! I was much gratified to hear this, although I still yearn for a Samdoll.)
We arrived at the place of eating when the sun was nearing its setting, and entered rather nervously. Immediately inside the door was a lovely young woman with a bright smile who seemed to recognize us at once. This was Cairistiona, and with her was CF, her Frodoll companion.
Before formal introductions, the lasses ordered their supper. As I mentioned earlier, they both ordered a dish covered in mushroom sauce, which smelt delightful. Of course they shared with us. Once we found a table and sat down, CF and I were introduced. We were fast friends at once. In fact, I have never met one of the Brotherhood that I did not feel close to at once. I suppose this is to be expected, but it is still a pleasant meeting each time.
While the lasses finished their meal (they eat considerably more than we do), CF and I played a few rounds of Sorry! I had brought the game along (one of several appropriately sized "board games" which Rosie has procured for me) as an icebreaker of sorts, and CF enjoyed playing, having never seen a board game before. After several rounds of Sorry! the lasses were nowhere near finished with their talk, so CF and I had a long, animated talk of our own.
At some point, Cairistiona and Rosie discussed the fact that they attended the same "alma mater." Apparently this is a type of school where people of their world go for higher learning. (Rosie tells me that it is even possible to study the Professor's Work in great depth, which I find quite gratifying.) Rosie and Cairistiona taught CF and I how to show "spirit" for the University by mocking the actions of a Great Bear. I found this to be rather strange, although I am usually willing to humor Rosie when she teaches me customs of her world. She assures me that other "Universities" have much stranger customs, including the University of "A&M" which is well- known throughout her state.
At some point in the evening, the lasses began comparing us, and they set us back to back in order to assess our height. They seem to agree that I am slightly taller than CF, which seems odd, as we were undoubtedly fashioned in the same Factory. I pointed out to Rosie that we should have brought along my ruler, as I had suggested. I always prefer to have my ruler along (as well as my compass and scissors, journal, pencil, and Sting), but Rosie felt that it might appear rude to measure items while she and Cairistiona were enjoying their meal. I believe she will take my advice next time, however. I have found that opportunities for measurement present themselves unexpectedly, and to be unable to take advantage of such opportunities is always a disappointment.
Subtle differences in our profiles and our hair were also pointed out. I have seen this behavior before, in other Frodoll companions, both in St. Louis and at the Marem Hoot. Rosie's people seem much preoccupied with comparing and contrasting things, including Frodolls.
Finally, long after the sun fell behind the Western horizon, we said our good-byes and took our leave of one another, with many promises to "do this again soon." And I hope we do. Rosie is wonderful company, but we hobbits (even hobbit dolls) are very sociable creatures, and nothing pleases us more than a full belly and a long talk. Except perhaps a pipeful of good leaf.