She couldn't believe her best friend had done that to her. She wouldn't
have minded as much if she had told her, but Frodo had led her to believe
she actually had a chance, and they hid it from her. She had never felt so
wretched in her whole life. How could she be so stupid, not to notice? They
must think she was so annoying, getting in their way. She was so busy
cursing; she didn't hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching.
"What do you want?" Asked Scarlet as the handsome young hobbit came across to her.
"I know you have been hurt and betrayed. I share your feelings of loss and pain. Would you come with me, away from all these people, who have brought you nothing but suffering?" He asked her, his voice full of fake concern. He took her hand, and pulled her gently to her feet. She nodded, and they walked down the path.
They walked for about then minutes, until they came to a clearing, where they stopped. "Don't worry, nothing terrible is going to happen." He said reassuringly, and patted her hand. The trees around them began to spin, and they got faster and faster, becoming a dark swirling blur. The ground lurched, and suddenly the trees stopped. But they were somewhere else now. In front of them was the mouth of a large cave.
The hobbit walked forward, and was greeted by several orcs. Scarlet recoiled from the monstrosities surrounding her. What was happening? And why had she agreed to come with this strange hobbit in the first place?
The hobbit started going into the cave, and he took her to a room where a table was laden with all sorts of delicious food. It was then she noticed that he had a long cut down one cheek.
"Oh! Let me help you clean that!" She said, and dipped the corner of a napkin into a beaker of water, and began to bathe his wound gently.
"Who did this to you?" She asked as she worked.
"Oh, no one. It was just a small fight, nothing more." He pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. "I know you want the same things as me." He told her. This really got to Scarlet. She wouldn't have minded going out with the hobbit, because he was pretty good looking, but the way he just decided what she did and didn't want was too much.
"And what would that be?" She asked, her voice dangerously calm.
"We both want revenge on Rachael. You, because she stole Frodo, and me, because we have an argument to settle." He flashed his teeth, and Scarlet realised that he wasn't going to shake hands and make up with Rachael.
"And why did you have an argument?" She asked him, because she knew her friend wouldn't fall out with somebody for no reason.
"Because I asked her to come with me, and she refused. Then she cut me." He pointed to his cheek, and this just made her even more suspicious. He must have really got Rachael annoyed to make her do something like that.
"And what were you planning to do to her?"
"Make her regret that cut she gave me. I'm going to kill her, very slowly." He smiled again.
"Look, she may be dating the guy I wanted, and didn't tell me, but she's still my best friend! I wouldn't do that to anyone! I'm leaving!" She got up from the table and was about to make a run for it, when a group of orcs appeared in the doorway, grinning evilly. (I don't know if orcs can grin any other way, but...)
She ran round the other side of the table, and the orcs, being totally stupid, chased her round, and she got through the door and ran for the main entrance.
"Catch her, you fools!" Yelled Jonas. She pelted out, and, just as she thought she was free, a foot came out and sent her sprawling in the dirt. She looked up to see another orc, and the rest of them arrived. They tied her hands and feet together, and threw her in a small cell. Tears rolled down Scarlet's cheeks. She had failed. Now all she could do was sit and wait to see what the hobbit wanted to do with her.
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When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window, and I could hear hobbit children playing on the grass. I got up and stretched, then ran my fingers through my hair. I looked back at the bed, and noticed that Frodo had already got up. A lovely smell wafted in, the smell of breakfast cooking. My stomach rumbled, and I realised how hungry I was. I dressed in a fitted white cotton shirt, and a floor length sweeping sky blue skirt. I made my way through to the kitchen, and saw Frodo expertly flipping pancakes. I sneaked up behind him, and wrapped my arms around him.
"Good morning." I said, and he turned his head to kiss me on the cheek. He flipped another pancake, and tossed a couple on a plate.
"Made your decision, Frodo?" Inquired Gandalf. I jumped, and bashed Frodo, who had been flipping another pancake, which flew through the air and landed on Gandalf's head before sliding to the floor. I burst into a fit of giggles, and Frodo laughed. Gandalf smiled, then laughed.
After we recovered, Gandalf got serious. "I am afraid I must leave. There are some questions which need answered, and I must seek council on what to do with the One Ring. When do you plan to leave?"
"I think I shall maybe leave in autumn."
"I fear that may be too late," replied Gandalf, all traces of humour gone. "You should leave as soon as possible, and make little fuss about it. We don't know where the enemy may have allies. I think it would be best if you told few people, and only ones you know you can definitely trust. You should sell Bag End, and tell everyone you are moving back across to Brandybuck, for not many hobbits will venture across there to find out where you have really gone."
Frodo frowned, for he was still very much in love with the Shire. I squeezed his hand, and he smiled at me, although I could tell he still wasn't happy. "I shall leave at the end of the month." He sighed unhappily.
"Good, good. I shall meet you at the inn of the Prancing Pony. Now I must leave, and seek the wise words of the head of my order." With this, he swept out of the door and mounted his waiting horse, before galloping off into the distance.
All the happiness had gone now, and outside the sky darkened. All the fears of last night came flooding back, and we sat for a while, until we smelt the burning pancakes. I rescued the pan, and scraped the contents into the bin, and began to prepare for the long journey.
Will Gandalf recover from the trauma of being pancaked???? And who will we tell about our journey??
"What do you want?" Asked Scarlet as the handsome young hobbit came across to her.
"I know you have been hurt and betrayed. I share your feelings of loss and pain. Would you come with me, away from all these people, who have brought you nothing but suffering?" He asked her, his voice full of fake concern. He took her hand, and pulled her gently to her feet. She nodded, and they walked down the path.
They walked for about then minutes, until they came to a clearing, where they stopped. "Don't worry, nothing terrible is going to happen." He said reassuringly, and patted her hand. The trees around them began to spin, and they got faster and faster, becoming a dark swirling blur. The ground lurched, and suddenly the trees stopped. But they were somewhere else now. In front of them was the mouth of a large cave.
The hobbit walked forward, and was greeted by several orcs. Scarlet recoiled from the monstrosities surrounding her. What was happening? And why had she agreed to come with this strange hobbit in the first place?
The hobbit started going into the cave, and he took her to a room where a table was laden with all sorts of delicious food. It was then she noticed that he had a long cut down one cheek.
"Oh! Let me help you clean that!" She said, and dipped the corner of a napkin into a beaker of water, and began to bathe his wound gently.
"Who did this to you?" She asked as she worked.
"Oh, no one. It was just a small fight, nothing more." He pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. "I know you want the same things as me." He told her. This really got to Scarlet. She wouldn't have minded going out with the hobbit, because he was pretty good looking, but the way he just decided what she did and didn't want was too much.
"And what would that be?" She asked, her voice dangerously calm.
"We both want revenge on Rachael. You, because she stole Frodo, and me, because we have an argument to settle." He flashed his teeth, and Scarlet realised that he wasn't going to shake hands and make up with Rachael.
"And why did you have an argument?" She asked him, because she knew her friend wouldn't fall out with somebody for no reason.
"Because I asked her to come with me, and she refused. Then she cut me." He pointed to his cheek, and this just made her even more suspicious. He must have really got Rachael annoyed to make her do something like that.
"And what were you planning to do to her?"
"Make her regret that cut she gave me. I'm going to kill her, very slowly." He smiled again.
"Look, she may be dating the guy I wanted, and didn't tell me, but she's still my best friend! I wouldn't do that to anyone! I'm leaving!" She got up from the table and was about to make a run for it, when a group of orcs appeared in the doorway, grinning evilly. (I don't know if orcs can grin any other way, but...)
She ran round the other side of the table, and the orcs, being totally stupid, chased her round, and she got through the door and ran for the main entrance.
"Catch her, you fools!" Yelled Jonas. She pelted out, and, just as she thought she was free, a foot came out and sent her sprawling in the dirt. She looked up to see another orc, and the rest of them arrived. They tied her hands and feet together, and threw her in a small cell. Tears rolled down Scarlet's cheeks. She had failed. Now all she could do was sit and wait to see what the hobbit wanted to do with her.
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When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window, and I could hear hobbit children playing on the grass. I got up and stretched, then ran my fingers through my hair. I looked back at the bed, and noticed that Frodo had already got up. A lovely smell wafted in, the smell of breakfast cooking. My stomach rumbled, and I realised how hungry I was. I dressed in a fitted white cotton shirt, and a floor length sweeping sky blue skirt. I made my way through to the kitchen, and saw Frodo expertly flipping pancakes. I sneaked up behind him, and wrapped my arms around him.
"Good morning." I said, and he turned his head to kiss me on the cheek. He flipped another pancake, and tossed a couple on a plate.
"Made your decision, Frodo?" Inquired Gandalf. I jumped, and bashed Frodo, who had been flipping another pancake, which flew through the air and landed on Gandalf's head before sliding to the floor. I burst into a fit of giggles, and Frodo laughed. Gandalf smiled, then laughed.
After we recovered, Gandalf got serious. "I am afraid I must leave. There are some questions which need answered, and I must seek council on what to do with the One Ring. When do you plan to leave?"
"I think I shall maybe leave in autumn."
"I fear that may be too late," replied Gandalf, all traces of humour gone. "You should leave as soon as possible, and make little fuss about it. We don't know where the enemy may have allies. I think it would be best if you told few people, and only ones you know you can definitely trust. You should sell Bag End, and tell everyone you are moving back across to Brandybuck, for not many hobbits will venture across there to find out where you have really gone."
Frodo frowned, for he was still very much in love with the Shire. I squeezed his hand, and he smiled at me, although I could tell he still wasn't happy. "I shall leave at the end of the month." He sighed unhappily.
"Good, good. I shall meet you at the inn of the Prancing Pony. Now I must leave, and seek the wise words of the head of my order." With this, he swept out of the door and mounted his waiting horse, before galloping off into the distance.
All the happiness had gone now, and outside the sky darkened. All the fears of last night came flooding back, and we sat for a while, until we smelt the burning pancakes. I rescued the pan, and scraped the contents into the bin, and began to prepare for the long journey.
Will Gandalf recover from the trauma of being pancaked???? And who will we tell about our journey??
