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"What is that?!" Pippin asked as he gazed in wonder at this creature
before him. Merry's mouth was also hanging open, but Emelie had her hand
pressed against hers, looking rather sheepish, having screamed bloody murder.
A not so distant shout broke the silence, and Sam said, "You've been in
Farmer Maggot's crop!" Emelie looked towards the voice and saw a scythe
coming through the cornfield. She whirled around just in time to see Frodo,
Merry and Pippin disappear into the cornstalks. Sam was staring in horror
at the scythe, which Emelie figured must be this Farmer Maggot.
"Sam, go!" She shouted, and he threw the vegetables into the air and ran
into the corn, which was about a foot taller than him, but it was about
eye level for Emelie. She blinked and caught a head of lettuce that had
been flung in front of her face. Clutching the lettuce, she ran after Sam.
In about two minutes, they emerged from the field into a steep embankment.
Emelie was still behind Sam, and she noticed the three hobbits ahead of
them stop suddenly, and she swore. Sam, however, didn't notice this, as
he was looking past Emelie at the approaching blade. He smashed into the
other hobbits and with a shout, they all toppled over the grassy ledge
and feet four feet down onto a steep embankment and they began rolling
down.
"Damnit!" Emelie muttered as she cautiously jumped down and stumbled as
she tried to gain her balance. When her feet were planted firmly on the
pine needles, she looked down to see where the hobbits were. They were
still rolling very fast, and the hill was very steep. "Shit," she muttered
and she began running as fast as she could, struggling to keep herself
from slipping on the slippery needles or tripping over a tree root.
She glanced up just in time to see a set of curly heads drop out of sight,
and a loud, "Oof!" filled the air. Swearing again, she tried to pick up
the pace, and within seconds she was looking down at the pile of hobbits.
"Are you alright?" She asked. Frodo nodded and extracted himself from the
pile, Sam helping him up. Merry and Pippin lay on the ground as they were
before, staring at Emelie. "What is that?" Pippin repeated his question.
Merry said, "I dunno. Maybe a Valar or something." Emelie flung her arms
up in the air with exasperation. "I am not a Valar. For the last
time!" She jumped down to where the were, and extended each of them a hand.
Their gaze went from her face to her outstretched hands. Tentatively, they
each took one, and she hauled them to their feet. "I am Emelie. I am a
human girl. 5"6', enjoys swimming, going to movies and sunbathing." The
sarcastic edge in her voice broke the moment, and Pippin, Merry and Sam
were distracted by a bunch of mushrooms. Frodo was staring off into space,
and Emelie went over to him. "Who are those two?" She asked. Frodo looked
at them, shoving their mushrooms into a bag. "That one's Merry and the
smaller one's Pippin." Frodo's eyes went back to the clearing in the trees
ahead of them. Emelie followed his gaze. As they watched, the trees seemed
to shrink and the path seemed to get larger, leaves blowing everywhere.
Emelie's eyes grew wide.
"I think we should get off the road." Frodo's voice was almost casual.
Emelie looked at him in admiration, even as the other part of her brain
said. Road? What road? THIS is what they call a ROAD? But even so,
she hoisted Pippin up onto the higher ground and helped the others up and
the hobbits squeezed under a large tree root. Knowing that there was no
possible way she was going to fit under there, she leaned up against the
tree trunk. She watched in amusement as Sam and Merry fought over the mushrooms,
but she saw Frodo was looking around like he expected something to jump
out of the trees at any second.
Within moments, there was the faint clanking sound of metal. Emelie looked
and saw a black horse with a black leg. She didn't need to look any further.
She slid down onto the ground as the metal boot clanked, hitting the earth.
Something moving on the ground caught her eye. There were bugs crawling
out of the dirt, insects just squirming everywhere. Emelie's hand shot
to her mouth in horror and disgust. There was a loud sniffing sound for
what seemed like hours, and then Merry grabbed the bag of carefully handpicked
mushrooms and flung them away, they went whizzing an inch from Emelie's
face into the bushes about ten feet away. The thing made a shrieking noise
and galloped away into the woods. Emelie let out a sigh of relief. She
hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath. She looked and saw
that Frodo was drenched with sweat and he looked like he was hurt. She
was puzzled, but didn't mention anything. Then, without any discussion,
they all ran off into the woods.
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