******THIS CHAPTER IS A SPOILER TO THOSE OF US THAT ARE CULTURE DEFICIENT AND DON'T READ TOLKIEN! BEWARE! I'M SORRY TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ MY STUFF, LIKED IT, AND WANTED TO CONTNUE, BUT DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE END UNTIL "THE RETURN OF THE KING" COMES OUT…which may I remind you isn't for another 9 months…IF YOU WANT TO READ ON, GO AHEAD, I'M JUST WARNING YOU BECAUSE I TOO AM A BITCH WHEN THE END OF A MOVIE IS TOLD TO ME. PLEASE FORGIVE THE TOLKIEN FAN WHO ONLY WISHES TO DO GOOD. SHE LOVES ALL AND NEEDS ALL THE GOOD REVIEWS SHE CAN GET. ONCE AGAIN I AM SORRY. THAT IS ALL*********J L I was just trying to give enough room that none of the actual story is read before one reads this. I hope I don't loose readers. ::looks pathetically at the ground::
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"Lady Hutchins-," Gimli started.
"Tuluxey. My last name is Tuluxey," I stopped him, and he looked at me with confusion on his face.
"Is it not a custom of men to take their father's last name, lass?" he asked.
"It is, but me and my mother are different. You see, when I was born my mother thought my father was dead, so she gave me her last name. We just never changed it. No need to," I told him. Both Legolas and Gimli were interested.
"Tel us the tale," Legolas urged, intrigued by the thought of my fathers possible death. I suppose he could be the story type.
"Maybe later," I said, not really wanting to get into it right now.
Gimli on the other hand wanted at least some tale to be told. "Lady Tuluxey," he started again and winked at me, "Have you heard the story of The One Ring?" he asked, and I shook my head, he grinned. "Well, it all started with that one Hobbit over there." He pointed to one of the shorter folk down the way. "Frodo is his name…" He hadn't even told me half of the magnificent tale before lunch was declared over by Lord Elrond and we were asked to join them for celebration.
"Keep going," I urged, intrigued by Gimli's story telling as we left the table and entered another room where music was playing. Gimli picked up where he left off, and Legolas put a few of his own comments in sketchy areas, but mostly he stayed silent, listening to his friend talk.
The story lasted well into the night (after supper obviously) and I had barely noticed the rest of the company listening to Gimli's side of the journey.
"It is time, sadly, for the tale to end for now, and be resumed tomorrow," Gimli said to his audience, "For it is time to retire to a bed," he said and stretched his arms out and yawned a deep yawn.
"Wait, no," I said, still wide-awake, "It's not over. You have to keep going. What happens to Frodo? Does Sam destroy The Ring? And Gandalf, why does he leave for Gondor? What happens? Oh come on, please. Oh please, please, please," I begged quite literally on my knees.
"Now lass, the tale can wait. And as for Frodo and Sam's journey, they will tell it if they must, for I don't have all the details. To bed with ye, lass!" he said and lifted me to my feet. His strength surprised me, and he could tell. "I am a Dwarf, lady, not a Hobbit," he laughed and made his way to the Guest Rooms.
Disappointed but not discouraged I begged Legolas with out pity.
"I am afraid I must decline, my bed awaits me as well," he said, bowed and left me.
"Hey, you're Frodo aren't you?" I asked one of the hobbits passing by. He looked at me with the bluest eyes I have ever seen.
"I am," he replied with a cautious smile. The four other hobbits stopped and watched us.
"I just want to tell you, that me and my mom, we've saved the world a few times. But nothing compares to what you did." I stuck out my hand to shake his, and that's when I noticed his ring finger missing. I looked back at him questioningly.
But his good heart hadn't faltered. He smiled wider, "Wait until the end of the tale. We will tell you in time," he said, and then left with the other hobbits, laughing and singing.