A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers. The first time you review, I'll try to
mention your username in an upcoming chapter. So thanks to Annoying Took
and Crenius. Oh, and for you readers out there, Crenius is Kelsi in this
story. Oh, if you're interested, I'm starting and original series. If
you're interested, check up my lookup.
A little while later, each of the girls had self-assigned themselves to a hobbit, to teach them about non-middle-earth. Paula had Pippin, Kels had Merry, Kelsi had Frodo, Danielle had Sam (he had stuck with her because he knew that she could protect him from Gen's wrath) and poor Bilbo was stuck with Gen who was still crying over, as she put it "Poor, defenseless Smaug!"
'Oh, well.' Danielle thought. 'I'll make it up to Bilbo later.'
Each girl took their hobbit and went somewhere else in the house to teach them modern things. Danielle decided that it was best if she gave Sam a brief history and geography lesson for starters. Collecting the books she needed, she set them on the kitchen table and bade Sam to sit down before doing so herself.
"Hmm. . . okay. Let's start with the basics. The year is 2003 AD of the 21st century. It is also the year of the sheep/goat if we're talking zodiac." Seeing the blank stare from Sam, "Forget the zodiac! Anyway. . . moving on. Remember when I said that we're in St. Albert, Alberta, Canada? Well, here's where it is." Holding up a map of North America, she pointed towards Canada. "This is our country. It's called Canada. In Canada, the land is split into provinces and territories. They are-" (A/N: You don't need to hear this. Fast forward. ) ". . . and Samuel de Champlain founded Quebec in 16-" (A/N: Oops, bit longer now. )
Anyway, Danielle continued to explain Canadian geography and brief history for the next half hour, with Sam's rapt attention. After a while though, she noticed Sam's eyes acquire a glazed over look, so she decided to give him a break. (A/N: No one's perfect. ^_^)
"Okay, snack time!" Danielle rushed to the cupboard, then the fridge and the pantry, collecting two bowls, two cans of pop and a bag of Lay's.
"Now here's some practical learning. This-" she explained, holding up a can of pop. "Is the greatest of all pops. Its sugary power is only rivaled by Pepsi Blue." She shuddered.
"Umm. . . forgive me, but what exactly is this 'pop'?" asked Sam hesitantly.
Danielle smacked her forehead then winced. "Duh! Of course you wouldn't know. How stupid of me! Mountain Dew is a very sugary drink that is made better with little bubbles in it. Very yummy. ^_^ Try it!"
"Certainly but. . ." he hesitated. "How do you get at it? It's enclosed by some sort of greenish metal"
Danielle patiently showed Sam how to open it and also explained about chips. Sam agreed that they were delicious.
Deciding that Sam had enough practical schooling, Danielle headed toward the study to explain the computer. Walking in, she discovered that Kels and Merry already occupied it. Kels was showing him the wonders of fanfiction.net and other such sites.
Sighing, she turned around to go to the living room and the TV. Kels and Merry weren't going to get off anytime soon she concluded.
To her disappointment, she found that Kelsi and Frodo were playing Nintendo. Watching for a moment, Danielle came to the conclusion that Frodo still had a lot to learn about 'The Legend of Zelda'. He was still trying to kill his fairy with a slingshot.
Dragging Sam from room to room, she discovered most of the rooms that contained potential learning experiences were already being used.
Finally, and by this time Danielle was getting very frustrated, they came to the music room. Her eyes lit up, no one in sight. She sighed contentedly and motioned Sam to take a seat on an armchair.
"Now before I start, what do you know of music?" asked Danielle, not wanting to waste time on things Sam already knew.
"Well," started Sam slowly "We sang a lot in the Shire, not me though. . ." he trailed off, blushing furiously.
Danielle raised her eyebrows. "Okay then, you don't have to sing. Now. . . have you flutes in the Shire?"
"Of course!" snorted Sam. "What do you take us for, barbarians? Any decent hobbit child can make a reed flute and play songs."
"No need to get huffy!" chided Danielle. "I meant flutes like this-" she held up a silvery flute as she took it out of its case and put it together.
Sam sucked in his breath sharply. "Oh, wow! Did you make it?" he asked wonderingly as he stared at it.
"Nope. See this?" she pointed to a mark on the mouthpiece. "It says Gemeinhardt. That's the name of the company that made it." Finishing its assemblence, Danielle put it to her mouth, played a simple tune, stopped, and handed it to Sam. "Here, give it a try." Before he could protest, she aligned his fingers over the proper keys and took out another flute while instructing him.
"Now I want you to blow like you would to an empty bottle. Not into it, across it."
After half an hour or so, Sam had gotten the hang of blowing and had learned several notes in the process. Moving on, she sat Sam down on the piano bench, after making him properly clean out and put the flute away in its case.
"Do you know what this is?" pointing to the piano.
"No. . . what is it?" he replied with another question. (A/N: Isn't that annoying when people do that?)
"It's called a piano. Many people can play at least a bit of it. Here," she moved Sam over half a meter. "I'll do an example." She then proceeded to play part of a study in A flat major. "Now you try."
Sam hesitantly lowered a finger to touch a white key. It made a low, quiet sound.
"Hmm. . . middle C." she muttered. "It's a start."
Danielle was a patient teacher. Working with Sam took the better part of an hour, but at the end, Sam could play the C and G major scales with arpeggios, name all the notes with ease and was able to play two simple songs.
"Well done Sam!" she congratulated. "Pretty soon you'll be able to play more complicated songs like this." She opened a book to a song in 6/8 time that had 6 flats in the key signature and was mostly sixteenth notes.
Sam paled. "M-maybe later." He stuttered. "Uh. . . l-lets go look for the others shall we?"
With that, they both wandered off, leaving the music room empty. The piano book that was left out slowly lifted up, and slid into place on the shelf. There was no one there.
Yay! Another chapter finished. This was my longest yet, pathetic isn't it? Hope you liked it. (Random Passing Person: Haunted music room? O_o You've lost what little touch you had!) Shut up! It's my fic. If you don't like it don't read it! (Random Passing Person: Who said I read it? I just saw the last paragraph.) Grr. . . where's a sharp throwing knife when you need it. * wanders off muttering about faulty cooking utensils *
A little while later, each of the girls had self-assigned themselves to a hobbit, to teach them about non-middle-earth. Paula had Pippin, Kels had Merry, Kelsi had Frodo, Danielle had Sam (he had stuck with her because he knew that she could protect him from Gen's wrath) and poor Bilbo was stuck with Gen who was still crying over, as she put it "Poor, defenseless Smaug!"
'Oh, well.' Danielle thought. 'I'll make it up to Bilbo later.'
Each girl took their hobbit and went somewhere else in the house to teach them modern things. Danielle decided that it was best if she gave Sam a brief history and geography lesson for starters. Collecting the books she needed, she set them on the kitchen table and bade Sam to sit down before doing so herself.
"Hmm. . . okay. Let's start with the basics. The year is 2003 AD of the 21st century. It is also the year of the sheep/goat if we're talking zodiac." Seeing the blank stare from Sam, "Forget the zodiac! Anyway. . . moving on. Remember when I said that we're in St. Albert, Alberta, Canada? Well, here's where it is." Holding up a map of North America, she pointed towards Canada. "This is our country. It's called Canada. In Canada, the land is split into provinces and territories. They are-" (A/N: You don't need to hear this. Fast forward. ) ". . . and Samuel de Champlain founded Quebec in 16-" (A/N: Oops, bit longer now. )
Anyway, Danielle continued to explain Canadian geography and brief history for the next half hour, with Sam's rapt attention. After a while though, she noticed Sam's eyes acquire a glazed over look, so she decided to give him a break. (A/N: No one's perfect. ^_^)
"Okay, snack time!" Danielle rushed to the cupboard, then the fridge and the pantry, collecting two bowls, two cans of pop and a bag of Lay's.
"Now here's some practical learning. This-" she explained, holding up a can of pop. "Is the greatest of all pops. Its sugary power is only rivaled by Pepsi Blue." She shuddered.
"Umm. . . forgive me, but what exactly is this 'pop'?" asked Sam hesitantly.
Danielle smacked her forehead then winced. "Duh! Of course you wouldn't know. How stupid of me! Mountain Dew is a very sugary drink that is made better with little bubbles in it. Very yummy. ^_^ Try it!"
"Certainly but. . ." he hesitated. "How do you get at it? It's enclosed by some sort of greenish metal"
Danielle patiently showed Sam how to open it and also explained about chips. Sam agreed that they were delicious.
Deciding that Sam had enough practical schooling, Danielle headed toward the study to explain the computer. Walking in, she discovered that Kels and Merry already occupied it. Kels was showing him the wonders of fanfiction.net and other such sites.
Sighing, she turned around to go to the living room and the TV. Kels and Merry weren't going to get off anytime soon she concluded.
To her disappointment, she found that Kelsi and Frodo were playing Nintendo. Watching for a moment, Danielle came to the conclusion that Frodo still had a lot to learn about 'The Legend of Zelda'. He was still trying to kill his fairy with a slingshot.
Dragging Sam from room to room, she discovered most of the rooms that contained potential learning experiences were already being used.
Finally, and by this time Danielle was getting very frustrated, they came to the music room. Her eyes lit up, no one in sight. She sighed contentedly and motioned Sam to take a seat on an armchair.
"Now before I start, what do you know of music?" asked Danielle, not wanting to waste time on things Sam already knew.
"Well," started Sam slowly "We sang a lot in the Shire, not me though. . ." he trailed off, blushing furiously.
Danielle raised her eyebrows. "Okay then, you don't have to sing. Now. . . have you flutes in the Shire?"
"Of course!" snorted Sam. "What do you take us for, barbarians? Any decent hobbit child can make a reed flute and play songs."
"No need to get huffy!" chided Danielle. "I meant flutes like this-" she held up a silvery flute as she took it out of its case and put it together.
Sam sucked in his breath sharply. "Oh, wow! Did you make it?" he asked wonderingly as he stared at it.
"Nope. See this?" she pointed to a mark on the mouthpiece. "It says Gemeinhardt. That's the name of the company that made it." Finishing its assemblence, Danielle put it to her mouth, played a simple tune, stopped, and handed it to Sam. "Here, give it a try." Before he could protest, she aligned his fingers over the proper keys and took out another flute while instructing him.
"Now I want you to blow like you would to an empty bottle. Not into it, across it."
After half an hour or so, Sam had gotten the hang of blowing and had learned several notes in the process. Moving on, she sat Sam down on the piano bench, after making him properly clean out and put the flute away in its case.
"Do you know what this is?" pointing to the piano.
"No. . . what is it?" he replied with another question. (A/N: Isn't that annoying when people do that?)
"It's called a piano. Many people can play at least a bit of it. Here," she moved Sam over half a meter. "I'll do an example." She then proceeded to play part of a study in A flat major. "Now you try."
Sam hesitantly lowered a finger to touch a white key. It made a low, quiet sound.
"Hmm. . . middle C." she muttered. "It's a start."
Danielle was a patient teacher. Working with Sam took the better part of an hour, but at the end, Sam could play the C and G major scales with arpeggios, name all the notes with ease and was able to play two simple songs.
"Well done Sam!" she congratulated. "Pretty soon you'll be able to play more complicated songs like this." She opened a book to a song in 6/8 time that had 6 flats in the key signature and was mostly sixteenth notes.
Sam paled. "M-maybe later." He stuttered. "Uh. . . l-lets go look for the others shall we?"
With that, they both wandered off, leaving the music room empty. The piano book that was left out slowly lifted up, and slid into place on the shelf. There was no one there.
Yay! Another chapter finished. This was my longest yet, pathetic isn't it? Hope you liked it. (Random Passing Person: Haunted music room? O_o You've lost what little touch you had!) Shut up! It's my fic. If you don't like it don't read it! (Random Passing Person: Who said I read it? I just saw the last paragraph.) Grr. . . where's a sharp throwing knife when you need it. * wanders off muttering about faulty cooking utensils *