Chapter 10 The Arrival of Bill & the Journey from Bree
(Navalle)
Packing our bags as fast as we could, we prepared to head out of Bree and make our way to Rivendell.
Strider said we needed a horse but none could be found that were up for sale. Since we couldn't get one we had to make do without one. Flinging our packs over our shoulders, we left the Prancing Pony. Walking along the still mud-covered street, a small gangly hobbit presented him-self to us and said that he had a pony for sale, but it would cost us.
Glancing at the person, I realized who this hobbit was. He was the one in the book who sold Bill to the ranger and the hobbits. I knew that if the history were to go its way, Bill would have to be purchased.
I popped my hands into my pockets and began to fish around; to my surprise there were several of those 2000 gold coins in my left pocket. I showed them to the hobbit, and when he looked at them his eyes lit up with greed. He motioned us to follow him.
Following him we headed down winding roads and paths, up a few hills and down them. All that could be seen was the gray after a storm. Houses dripping wet, and including the few trees that surrounded them. I could clearly hear Merry and Pippin behind me what looked like to be them brewing up some mischief.
Glancing back at the two, they quickly became quiet and started acting like they were innocent. "Oh yeah" I thought, " they're up to something. Oh I hope they have enough sense not to cause trouble with Aragorn in their presence." Yet, of all the times I have seen the movie and read the book, I know that was not going to happen. They just can't resist stirring up trouble. Only thing I could do was give a warning glare to the two incompetent hobbits; they didn't get the hint not cause trouble.
While I was contemplating on what those two were going to do, I hadn't realized that we had arrived at the hobbit's strange home. It is what you would call a run-of-the-mill type of a home. It was once a proud home by the looks of it, but now it was raggedy and wooden planks were sticking out in odd places. There were threes horses and a pony, all of which were nearly starved to death. My heart was immediately swamped with pity and sorrow. "How could anyone treat these animals this way?"
"You can have the pony for three of those gold coins you got there," said the hobbit, "but if you want a horse it's going you even more than a few gold coins." I just glared at this guy, he had the nerve to say things like that in me, and I wanted to knock his sorry block off.
I angrily shoved the coins into the hobbits scraggily hands, and with that he went over and grabbed the reins of the pony and gave them a sharp tug. This resulted in all of us getting rather angry with him.
(Sam)
I have never met such an indecent hobbit in all my life. I came close to saying rather rude comments at him, but I remembered what Gaffer told me so I kept my tongue.
I took glances at everyone and gratefully saw that I wasn't the only one who the injustice behind this disgusting hobbit's actions. Navalle was on the verge of hitting the hobbit, with her fist clenched tightly, and her eyes glaring at him threateningly she stepped forward and hastily grabbed the reins of the pony away from him.
She gently and lovingly led the pony back to us. She was holding the pony's head in her arms while talking soft, kind words to it. "Well you need a name fella." she said, " How about…Bill?" The pony gave her a gentle nudge in her side letting her know that he liked the name he was given.
Surprisingly she turned towards me and put Bill's reins in my hands and said, "I believe that you should take care of him. Is that ok with you?" I nodded my slowly but surly, still puzzled as to why she had me do this task, but I did not question her.
Coming back to reality I heard the hobbit sneer and mutter something about Bill being nothing but a dumb animal. My angry rose again, but I was not allowed to give him of my mind for the ranger, whom had been quiet this whole time announced that we had to leave at once.
(Navalle)
We left very quickly, and by the time it was what had to be around two in the afternoon, we had put Bree behind us. Strider pushed on and on with little to no rests at all. It was clearly shown on his face that he was eager to cover as much distance as possible.
Pippin and Merry were muttering if Strider could be trusted, and Sam was wondering where we were heading off. "We are going to Rivendell Master Samwise" Aragorn stated
Sam got really excited and began repeating, "We're going to see the elves!" over and over again. I couldn't help but smile and remember that Sam wanted to see the elves more than anything. I looked at over my shoulder and gave a polite smile to Sam, who returned the favor.
We walked on; with me listening to the hobbits chatter their hearts away about the best pipe weed in the Shire to talk about how Gaffer is doing. Smiling once again, I looked to the sky and stared at the swirl of white upon blue that made up the sky for today. I decided that it was time to recite one of my favorite poems.
I walk on and on
Where my feet take me
Is their decision
My spirits are high
Courage is in my veins
I have hope
Dreams guide me home
It was a short poem, but one of my favorite poems. Aragorn looked back at me with an interested look on his face. His eyes told me his answer to the poem; he liked it. "That was a lovely poem" I heard Sam say, "where by chance did you hear it?" " I not sure where I heard it Sam" I replied. "Strange where did I hear it?" I said to myself, "come to think of it I do not even know who wrote it."
Night was coming and the ranger said that we had to make camp. We set up camp in a clearing with black trees surrounding us. The crickets were chirping away while nightingale was singing his sad song. A fire had been started, I stared deeply into it listening to it crackle and pop occasional tinder pieces. A strange urge came over me all of the sudden to look at the Lord of the Rings book, so that's what I did.
I unzipped my pack and went digging around in it, when I finally found the book, I propped the book on my lap and opened it. I went flipping the pages looking over the thousands words that swept through my eyesight, but one word caught my attention on page two twenty three. I looked down the page, when I found the word my eyes went wide and I let a loud gasp which caused everyone to look at me. There on the page was my very own name.
Now you why I called chapter 1 "The Finding of the Book", also that poem is MINE so don't go and steal it please. Remember her dream in the last chapter? Just remember it ok? I'm trying to do something original with the plot.
*Yanlica is begging that you review her story*
(Navalle)
Packing our bags as fast as we could, we prepared to head out of Bree and make our way to Rivendell.
Strider said we needed a horse but none could be found that were up for sale. Since we couldn't get one we had to make do without one. Flinging our packs over our shoulders, we left the Prancing Pony. Walking along the still mud-covered street, a small gangly hobbit presented him-self to us and said that he had a pony for sale, but it would cost us.
Glancing at the person, I realized who this hobbit was. He was the one in the book who sold Bill to the ranger and the hobbits. I knew that if the history were to go its way, Bill would have to be purchased.
I popped my hands into my pockets and began to fish around; to my surprise there were several of those 2000 gold coins in my left pocket. I showed them to the hobbit, and when he looked at them his eyes lit up with greed. He motioned us to follow him.
Following him we headed down winding roads and paths, up a few hills and down them. All that could be seen was the gray after a storm. Houses dripping wet, and including the few trees that surrounded them. I could clearly hear Merry and Pippin behind me what looked like to be them brewing up some mischief.
Glancing back at the two, they quickly became quiet and started acting like they were innocent. "Oh yeah" I thought, " they're up to something. Oh I hope they have enough sense not to cause trouble with Aragorn in their presence." Yet, of all the times I have seen the movie and read the book, I know that was not going to happen. They just can't resist stirring up trouble. Only thing I could do was give a warning glare to the two incompetent hobbits; they didn't get the hint not cause trouble.
While I was contemplating on what those two were going to do, I hadn't realized that we had arrived at the hobbit's strange home. It is what you would call a run-of-the-mill type of a home. It was once a proud home by the looks of it, but now it was raggedy and wooden planks were sticking out in odd places. There were threes horses and a pony, all of which were nearly starved to death. My heart was immediately swamped with pity and sorrow. "How could anyone treat these animals this way?"
"You can have the pony for three of those gold coins you got there," said the hobbit, "but if you want a horse it's going you even more than a few gold coins." I just glared at this guy, he had the nerve to say things like that in me, and I wanted to knock his sorry block off.
I angrily shoved the coins into the hobbits scraggily hands, and with that he went over and grabbed the reins of the pony and gave them a sharp tug. This resulted in all of us getting rather angry with him.
(Sam)
I have never met such an indecent hobbit in all my life. I came close to saying rather rude comments at him, but I remembered what Gaffer told me so I kept my tongue.
I took glances at everyone and gratefully saw that I wasn't the only one who the injustice behind this disgusting hobbit's actions. Navalle was on the verge of hitting the hobbit, with her fist clenched tightly, and her eyes glaring at him threateningly she stepped forward and hastily grabbed the reins of the pony away from him.
She gently and lovingly led the pony back to us. She was holding the pony's head in her arms while talking soft, kind words to it. "Well you need a name fella." she said, " How about…Bill?" The pony gave her a gentle nudge in her side letting her know that he liked the name he was given.
Surprisingly she turned towards me and put Bill's reins in my hands and said, "I believe that you should take care of him. Is that ok with you?" I nodded my slowly but surly, still puzzled as to why she had me do this task, but I did not question her.
Coming back to reality I heard the hobbit sneer and mutter something about Bill being nothing but a dumb animal. My angry rose again, but I was not allowed to give him of my mind for the ranger, whom had been quiet this whole time announced that we had to leave at once.
(Navalle)
We left very quickly, and by the time it was what had to be around two in the afternoon, we had put Bree behind us. Strider pushed on and on with little to no rests at all. It was clearly shown on his face that he was eager to cover as much distance as possible.
Pippin and Merry were muttering if Strider could be trusted, and Sam was wondering where we were heading off. "We are going to Rivendell Master Samwise" Aragorn stated
Sam got really excited and began repeating, "We're going to see the elves!" over and over again. I couldn't help but smile and remember that Sam wanted to see the elves more than anything. I looked at over my shoulder and gave a polite smile to Sam, who returned the favor.
We walked on; with me listening to the hobbits chatter their hearts away about the best pipe weed in the Shire to talk about how Gaffer is doing. Smiling once again, I looked to the sky and stared at the swirl of white upon blue that made up the sky for today. I decided that it was time to recite one of my favorite poems.
I walk on and on
Where my feet take me
Is their decision
My spirits are high
Courage is in my veins
I have hope
Dreams guide me home
It was a short poem, but one of my favorite poems. Aragorn looked back at me with an interested look on his face. His eyes told me his answer to the poem; he liked it. "That was a lovely poem" I heard Sam say, "where by chance did you hear it?" " I not sure where I heard it Sam" I replied. "Strange where did I hear it?" I said to myself, "come to think of it I do not even know who wrote it."
Night was coming and the ranger said that we had to make camp. We set up camp in a clearing with black trees surrounding us. The crickets were chirping away while nightingale was singing his sad song. A fire had been started, I stared deeply into it listening to it crackle and pop occasional tinder pieces. A strange urge came over me all of the sudden to look at the Lord of the Rings book, so that's what I did.
I unzipped my pack and went digging around in it, when I finally found the book, I propped the book on my lap and opened it. I went flipping the pages looking over the thousands words that swept through my eyesight, but one word caught my attention on page two twenty three. I looked down the page, when I found the word my eyes went wide and I let a loud gasp which caused everyone to look at me. There on the page was my very own name.
Now you why I called chapter 1 "The Finding of the Book", also that poem is MINE so don't go and steal it please. Remember her dream in the last chapter? Just remember it ok? I'm trying to do something original with the plot.
*Yanlica is begging that you review her story*