The shire suffered enough damage. Why did Swahalla have to start there? My stomach was turning into knots for two reasons: Fear and hunger. It was hard to remember the last meal I ate because my mind was bambarded with the image of burning gardens, demolished hobbit holes, and Swahalla with a tourch and smile on his face.
At this point, I couldn't deside if it would have better if I had stayed at the Shire. Would my ignorance of this tragic happening been enough to stop them? I new too well of the answer: No. Not only am I gullible, but I am flat out afraid. I need to prove myself wrong. I have to help. I must.
"Dimple," started Elrond, "Your apperance here has greatly surprised me. But now, I feel that you may be the most helpfull of all." he smiled.
I didn't know what to say to that. His head looked like a huge roasted turkey.
"Pass the gravey...?" I said slowly in a confused manner. Elrond just stared apprehensively. I wonder if my head looked like a sweet potato?
"Yes, well, umm...we will get to the feast after I tell you what I would like for you to do. Now, In case you arn't aware, the Shire is the first target for Swahalla and his Nazgul. Focus!" He demanded as I started to lick my lips at the thought of figgy pudding. "The thought just came to me that you may be better off to stay in Rivendell. That way, your lack of concentration won't snuff the life out of you all!" he explained.
At these words, Merry and Pippin stopped trying to catch the fly that started buzzing around the room. We all wanted to help, so we disided that concentration was highly relevent to our discussion.
"Now then. It seems as though your belly's are empty and you are weary from the long journey. Perhaps we can discuss this at the fast. I have a seperate table where we can have a private conversation.
"The Elves of Rivendell know about the information I have just told you, but please try to keep it quite. We don't need a fuss about the direction of Swahalla'f fleet. "So, Come along then. The feast is about to start, and you three are the guests of honour!"
At this point, I couldn't deside if it would have better if I had stayed at the Shire. Would my ignorance of this tragic happening been enough to stop them? I new too well of the answer: No. Not only am I gullible, but I am flat out afraid. I need to prove myself wrong. I have to help. I must.
"Dimple," started Elrond, "Your apperance here has greatly surprised me. But now, I feel that you may be the most helpfull of all." he smiled.
I didn't know what to say to that. His head looked like a huge roasted turkey.
"Pass the gravey...?" I said slowly in a confused manner. Elrond just stared apprehensively. I wonder if my head looked like a sweet potato?
"Yes, well, umm...we will get to the feast after I tell you what I would like for you to do. Now, In case you arn't aware, the Shire is the first target for Swahalla and his Nazgul. Focus!" He demanded as I started to lick my lips at the thought of figgy pudding. "The thought just came to me that you may be better off to stay in Rivendell. That way, your lack of concentration won't snuff the life out of you all!" he explained.
At these words, Merry and Pippin stopped trying to catch the fly that started buzzing around the room. We all wanted to help, so we disided that concentration was highly relevent to our discussion.
"Now then. It seems as though your belly's are empty and you are weary from the long journey. Perhaps we can discuss this at the fast. I have a seperate table where we can have a private conversation.
"The Elves of Rivendell know about the information I have just told you, but please try to keep it quite. We don't need a fuss about the direction of Swahalla'f fleet. "So, Come along then. The feast is about to start, and you three are the guests of honour!"
