Deep

By Sistine Chapel

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Hey, sorry if I had not written in a long time, but I was busy. It's the holidays and you know what that means folks, Dwarf Tossing!!!! So everybody grab your dwarf and get ready to swing, baby!!!

~Hello, and welcome to the first annual Dwarf Tossing contest. Contestants, get your dwarves ready….set….toss!!!! And it looks like Sistine Chapel's dwarf, whose name is Tim the Hobbit who really is a Dwarf, is the winner…no, wait, it looks like Tim the Hobbit who really is a Dwarf really is a hobbit and therefore, Sistine Chapel is disqualified and the winner is…. wouldn't you like to know!!!~ 

And the moral of that story is that hobbits aren't very good dwarves. Ok, well enjoy Deep, the story that 1 out of 2 people like.

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Deep closed her eyes and took a waft of Shire air. It smelled so different; it smelled clean and fresh. Gandalf looked at Deep and smiled.

"I see you take a liking to the Shire air."

Deep opened up her eyes and said," Yes, it smells so good over here. It must be so wonderful to live in Bag Ends."

Gandalf and Deep walked into the kitchen. Deep's head was constantly moving, looking at the architecture and stuff of the Baggins. "Wow…" was all that she could say.

Bilbo and Frodo walked in with a tray full of tea and other goodies. To Deep, the treaties and warm tea looked delicious, but she was not hungry.

"All right my dear," Bilbo handed Deep a plate of cake and a cup of tea. "You looked like you have not eaten in days. I want you to eat first. Here take a bit," Bilbo handed Deep a fork.

Everyone watched Deep as she quickly finished her food and tea. Even though the cake looked good to Deep it didn't taste like it, in fact, it didn't taste like anything at all. She looked up at everyone and smiled nervously. They all had wide eyes and Frodo's jaw could drop to the ground, if it wasn't already attacked to him. Deep looked at her plate and saw the cake was still there, like no one even touched it. Not a drop of her tea was missing as well. Deep's eyes began to widen as well.

"I thought I ate it," she said meekly. "We thought so too," Frodo replied. Deep again ate her food and drank her drink, but the food appeared again. "Here let me eat it," Bilbo offered. He ate the cake and drank the tea, and this time it was really gone.

"How very peculiar," Gandalf simply said. Deep put her hand around her wrist, as she always did when she was nervous. Deep tighten her grasp when she could not feel her radical pulse. She took her index and middle fingers on her neck to feel for something, but got nothing. Deep began to panic. She then put her hand over her heart, but could not feel the familiar thumps.  'Why can't I feel anything? What is wrong with me? Am I dead? Am I dead!' many thoughts ran through her mind.

Gandalf saw the anguish on her face and looked at her curiously. "Do not panic, Deep," Gandalf said. "I can see it more clearly now. Yes, yes Deep that is the answer to your question. You are no longer alive."

Deep cover her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Frodo went pale. Bilbo sighed and began to fiddle with something in his pocket. Wells of tears began to form in Deep's eyes. "No," she whispered.

"I am afraid it is true Deep, but you are a different kind of dead. You my dear, instead of dwelling in the Halls of Mandos*, you have been given the gift to walk among the living, to look and talk like the living. You are not just dead Deep, but you are the LIVING dead," Gandalf said and looked Deep straight into the eyes.

When Gandalf looked, he read her heart and soul, he realized that she was good and that she would do no harm to others. He saw that she was strong, yet gentle. And when he saw all of these good things, he also something bad. It was hidden to him and it looked like it to her as well. There was a great evil in her that was dormant. Gandalf saw that she has been battling this evil for some time. "Yes, she can suppress it, but for how long," Gandalf said a loud.

"Suppress what?" Frodo asked. "Nothing, my dear lad," Gandalf said and ruffled his hair. Bilbo jumped out of his seat and put his hands on his hips. "Living dead or not, Deep needs a home and I will be happy to offer you a place with us here in Bag Ends!" he said.

Deep put her hands over her chest. "I don't know what to say," she said softly. "Just say yes my dear," Bilbo said bowing low to her. "Well, not meaning to be rude, but have you really thought about this, Mr. Baggins?" Deep asked. "Of course I did!  Frodo and I decided this while you were asleep; we would love to add you as an addition to this household." Deep looked at Frodo who was smiling at her and nodding his head in approval. "It would be nice to talk to someone else instead of Bilbo!" Frodo exclaimed and Bilbo shot him a stern look. Deep began to laugh. "Ok, I have no where else to go. I accept your kind offer Mr. Baggins," Deep said well trying to do a curtsy. Now it was Bilbo's turn to laugh.  

"Well I am glad to hear it Deep. Oh, and just call me Bilbo," he said with a smile. Deep smiled in return, she was going to be a Baggins.

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*-Hall of Mandos: where dead people go. It is kind of like Hades. Mandos is also a Valar.

What, Deep is the living dead? What will she do now? Find out in the next chapter of Deep!