Deep

By Sistine Chapel

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Hey you guys! Wow, life is so busy. I like to thank everyone who reviewed; it means a lot to me. Anyways I don't own Tolkien Enterprises or whatever the name is. On to CH…. what is this? 16! Wow, better pick up the pace, right?

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          "And no one messes with the Great Mary Sue!"

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          Deep shot up her eyes and bit her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming. 'Not another "Mary Sue" dream!' Deep thought to herself. She would always have nightmares about that stupid girl about every month or so, but now they were becoming more frequent. What could it mean?

          The girl pondered this while slowly getting up from the green grass. Deep looked around trying to remember what happened before she fell asleep. 'Oh the elves!' she thought and smiled at the memory of them. 'Where did they go?' Her thoughts were interpreted by a hobbit voice.

          "Come on Deep!" it was Pippin. "You slept all evening and most of this morning. Hurry up now!" Without thinking, Deep swung her backpack over her shoulder and ran toward her companions.

          The rest of the journey toward Crickhollow was unmemorable, or unimportant to Deep. Sure the hobbits were bestowed with a nice load of mushroom from Farmer Maggot, but food was of no concern to Deep.

          When the group finally arrived at Frodo's "new home", their sensible friend greeted them, Fatty Bolger. Deep didn't like to call Fatty Bolger "Fatty". "I think it is rude that the other lads call you that, how about if I call you…Scotty, yeah Scotty, instead! You have a thick 'Scottish' accent anyway," she said to him when they first met. I guess now would be a good time to explain that ALL hobbits have, what would be called today, a Scott-Irish accent * (A/N: Oh yeah! Go Scott-Irish! Inside joke between my fellow APUSH peers).  Deep thought hobbit speech was very awesome, but after 18 years of listening to it and Scott-Irish accent of her own, the hobbit accent was just ordinary.

          Anyways, after the hobbit travelers and Deep finished bathing, they all sat around the fireplace. Frodo finished explaining their adventures to Scotty and Merry.

          "I should think you were making it all up," said Merry, "if I had not seen that black shape on the landing-stage- and heard the queer sound in Maggot's voice." Deep was naturally asleep through all of this. "What do you make of it all, Frodo?" Merry asked.

          "Cousin Frodo has been very close," said Pippin. "But the time has come for him to open out. So far we have been given nothing more to go on than Farmer Maggot's guess that it has something to do with old Bilbo's treasure."

          "That was only a guess," said Frodo hastily. "Maggot does not know anything."

          Deep could no longer hold back her giggling; yes giggling, the type of giggling a child would do when they come across a wondrous secret. All turned toward. "Well what are you sniggering at, Deep?" Frodo said with an annoyed look on his face.

          "I know your secret!" Deep said quickly and went back to giggling.

Merry cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Do explaining it to us lass?" Deep stopped giggling and straighten up.

          "Well, just this my dear Frodo: you are miserable, because you don't know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don't want to. I, and the others, are very sorry for you," Deep paused and continued. "Of course, I don't think the Shire has knowledge of this save everyone in this room. We watch you Frodo; we know what you think and do."

          Frodo and the others looked shocked. Deep could see Pippin leaning over to Merry and whispering, "I didn't know she was in on our conspiracy?"

          "And I wasn't," Deep said now very coyly. "Well, how did you know?" Merry questioned her. Deep looked at the ground as if her answer was written on there. "I just watched you guys," she said slowly and carefully.

          "Ah! I don't believe ya' Twiggy*!" Scotty said to Deep. Deep felt 10 angry eyes upon her. She signed and spoke, "Well, how I know this is not important! We know that we should focus on the matter of the Ring!" She gasped after realizing her mistake. She looked at everyone in the room; their eyes were filled with amazement and anger. Deep felt like she was going to cry and wanted to run away from their eyes, but she stayed in her seat.         

              Surprisingly the hobbits continued their conversation on how they became aware of Frodo's ring. Deep was stricken with humiliation and didn't even join in. Soon she saw the hobbits cheering and dancing around. "Three cheers for Captain Frodo and company!" It seemed that the hobbits has decided who is to come on the journey to Rivendell. "I am coming too," Deep said meekly. The hobbits stopped their celebration. "What? What did you say?" they asked her. "I am coming too," she said again, this time a little louder.

          Frodo gave her a sad frown. "But Deep it is too dangerous…" The girl interpreted. "No Frodo, hear me out! I am coming with you. I made a promise to you that I was going where even you go and I don't intend to break it," Deep said firmly.

          "But it is not safe Twiggy!" Scotty cried. "I am not even going!" "Yeah, that's great Scotty!" Deep replied sarcastically. "But I don't want to sit here ideally while the fate of Middle Earth is in peril! I want to help!"

          The hobbits looked at Frodo. Frodo looked down on the floor, massaging his temples he managed to mumble, "I just don't want any harm done to you." Deep's heart went into a flutter, but no expression but sadness showed on her face. "And I don't want any harm done to you, Frodo," she whispered.

          "Begging your pardon Mister Frodo," Sam said. "But I think she should come, I mean after all, she came with us this far." Frodo looked at Sam, then to Merry, to Pippin, to Scotty, and lastly to Deep. She gazed back to his blue orbs for what seemed like for an eternity. He finally said, "Alright Deep, you can come."

          Deep was about to squeal with joy, pick Frodo off his feet, and kiss him, but she knew better then that and just smiled. "Alright since that is settled, I think we should all hit the sack. Tomorrow we must travel through the Old Forest in the early morning," said Merry as he yawned.

          Deep stretched her arms and yawned as well. She got ready for bed and soon fell into a profound slumber.

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That was a long chapter. Took me an hour to write. Ok here are what the '*' means

- I made up that stuff about the hobbit accent. I just that it would be cool.

- Twiggy is Fatty's (Scotty's) nickname for Deep; remember she is a very skinny girl, what did you think that hobbits wouldn't notice that?

Ok, that's it. R&R please, Bye!