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rest belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Here are a few mentions of the two people who reviewed. If you review, your
name will be posted here. Anyway here they are.
Little-lost-one: Thanks. I must have misread the family tree, but I'm
talking about Pippin's son Faramir I and Sam's daughter Goldilocks's
daughter Frina.
CrimsonElf: Thanks. Here is chapter two.
Chapter 2: the messages
Frina sat at the desk writing the letters as she was told to. Basically she took the letter she wrote to Enascious and copied it for each one. There was Gimli's son Croin, who recently attempted to clear out and rebuild Moria. She also had Legolas's daughter Eunaristar, the beautiful princess of Mirkwood. Frodo never married, so that was one less to send out.
After finishing them, she folded each one into neat thirds. Then she dropped a bit of dark green candle wax on it and stamped her cygnet ring on it so they would know whom it came from.
She then sat outside for the mail cart to come. She waited for several hours when it finally came to her house. Frina was elated to see it come down the corner, as she was VERY bored.
The driver, Enaster, stopped the cart and stepped out to hug her.
"What brings you out here, Frina?" he asked.
"I need you to deliver each of these to the children of the Fellowship. There is one for you in there. Their names are written on the back of each letter," she replied.
"What is it about?"
"I cannot discuss it out here. Read it in the privacy of your bedroom."
"Alright. I shall."
"Good. Now I believe you have a job to do." She pointed at the people waiting for him impatiently for him on their doorsteps.
"I think you're right."
Frina smiled at that comment. Enaster always knew how to make her smile. That was probably because they were in diapers together and bonded at early ages.
As Enaster left, tucking the letters in organized cloth sacks labeled as to where they go, Frina heard a groan coming from the back garden. She dashed as quickly as she could to the garden. When she arrived, she saw her father writhing on the floor, moaning in pain.
She dashed to the garden. Once she reached there, she saw her father lying on his back. He was drenched in sweat.
"What's wrong, father?" she cried.
"My chest," was all he could say.
Frina ran with all the strength she had to the town apothecary.
"Come quick, my father is in need of your assistance," she panted as she thrust the door open.
The aging woman, not knowing what to expect, followed the young hobbit through to her garden.
"Help me get him inside," the old woman said.
Frina did as she was told and got him inside using the majority of her energy. Finally they get him inside and laid him on his bed.
"I will do what I can to help," the apothecary said as she ushered her out the door.
A./N. What do you think??? I know it's a little longer than even I expected. I would like to hear what you think, so please review. If you do, I will put your name and my reply at the beginning of the chapter. Thanks.
Chapter 2: the messages
Frina sat at the desk writing the letters as she was told to. Basically she took the letter she wrote to Enascious and copied it for each one. There was Gimli's son Croin, who recently attempted to clear out and rebuild Moria. She also had Legolas's daughter Eunaristar, the beautiful princess of Mirkwood. Frodo never married, so that was one less to send out.
After finishing them, she folded each one into neat thirds. Then she dropped a bit of dark green candle wax on it and stamped her cygnet ring on it so they would know whom it came from.
She then sat outside for the mail cart to come. She waited for several hours when it finally came to her house. Frina was elated to see it come down the corner, as she was VERY bored.
The driver, Enaster, stopped the cart and stepped out to hug her.
"What brings you out here, Frina?" he asked.
"I need you to deliver each of these to the children of the Fellowship. There is one for you in there. Their names are written on the back of each letter," she replied.
"What is it about?"
"I cannot discuss it out here. Read it in the privacy of your bedroom."
"Alright. I shall."
"Good. Now I believe you have a job to do." She pointed at the people waiting for him impatiently for him on their doorsteps.
"I think you're right."
Frina smiled at that comment. Enaster always knew how to make her smile. That was probably because they were in diapers together and bonded at early ages.
As Enaster left, tucking the letters in organized cloth sacks labeled as to where they go, Frina heard a groan coming from the back garden. She dashed as quickly as she could to the garden. When she arrived, she saw her father writhing on the floor, moaning in pain.
She dashed to the garden. Once she reached there, she saw her father lying on his back. He was drenched in sweat.
"What's wrong, father?" she cried.
"My chest," was all he could say.
Frina ran with all the strength she had to the town apothecary.
"Come quick, my father is in need of your assistance," she panted as she thrust the door open.
The aging woman, not knowing what to expect, followed the young hobbit through to her garden.
"Help me get him inside," the old woman said.
Frina did as she was told and got him inside using the majority of her energy. Finally they get him inside and laid him on his bed.
"I will do what I can to help," the apothecary said as she ushered her out the door.
A./N. What do you think??? I know it's a little longer than even I expected. I would like to hear what you think, so please review. If you do, I will put your name and my reply at the beginning of the chapter. Thanks.
