I'm sorry, but I think this is gonna be a REALLY boring chapter. :\ I promise it will get exciting again very very soon!!!! (prob. in ch 9!) by the way, I've noticed that some people have stories where they can actually FORMAT! How do I do that?! Right now I'm just making simple .txt files, and I can't even do italics! (which would be very useful!) help...?

Disclaimer: I'm not stealing Tolkien's characters and using them to get money!!!! I'm just borrowing them for a little while, and I promise to return them undamaged (for the most part...lol).


CHAPTER EIGHT


"So YOU'RE the Fellowship of the Ring that my grandfather is always talking about?" Jenny asked. Aragorn's head bolted up. He looked interested.
"Who is your grandfather, that he knows of our quest?!"
"He's a proffessor at a university...." Jenny responded, confused.
"...and a friend of mine," said Gandalf.
"Ah. In answer to your question, m'lady, yes," Aragorn lowered his voice, "we are the Fellowship of the Ring. And this is Frodo Baggins, the Ringbearer." A small young man, no taller than three feet, stepped forward and bowed.
"Pleased to meet you," said Jenny, smiling.
"As am I, fair lady."
Jenny laughed. "I wish the men where I came from were as chivalrous as you all seem to be!"
"I do not wholeheartedly agree with you, Miss Jenny," said Frodo with a wry smile. "I fear we have neglected to introduce to you the greater part of our party! These here are Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took."
Three more little men bowed politely.
"Pleased to meet you as well!" said Jenny, delighted. "You're called 'hobbits', am I right? Grandfather told me about you."
"Aye, madam. That we are! But let us dispense with the formalities! Sometimes our dear Frodo is much too business-like. You can call me Merry, and this is Pippin and Sam. We are very glad to make your acquaintance!" the tallest hobbit said, with a gleam in his eyes.
"Thank you, Merry!" Jenny giggled.
The smallish, bearded creature stepped forward. "I am Gimli, son of Gloin!" he announced. "At your service, Lady Jenny." he bowed.
"They seem to like bowing alot!!" Jenny thought to herself. "Thank you, Gimli, I'm at your service, too, if needed." The response wasn't exactly correct, but as the girl did not live in Middle Earth, and what's more had not read any books on it, she was forgiven without any thought.
A tall figure stepped into view. "I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood."
"So, this is the owner of that beautiful voice!" thought Jenny. "And he has a face to match! Never in my life have I seen a person who looked like that......" (A/N: this particular story is NOT a romance, nor will it become a romance. that doesn't serve my purpose right now. however, being realistic, of course she would think he was beautiful!! he's an ELF, isnt he?! and according to Tolkien: 'fair of face beyond the measure of men.')
Jenny realized she was gaping. "I-uh-I'm p-pleased to meet you!" she stammered. He smiled.
"As am I," he replied, and bowed as well.
"Well, now that we all know each other," said Gandalf somewhat gruffly, "The sun is setting. We must be on the move. Hollin is being watched."







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