What Did You Say Your Name Was Again?


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Chapter Six

Rain. Rain is a funny thing. Droplets of water falling from a collection of compounds lying thousands of miles above the earth. Yet, in a way, it is so magnificent. Watching it fall, trying to catch it in your mouth, and just being in it altogether is so much fun and pretty amazing, as well. Rain is ultimately great. But if your stuck in the middle of a storm in which freezing cold water is falling in buckets from the sky right on your head and the only thing you have for warmth and protection is a flimsy, cotton cloak- then I could see how you might not take likely to rain. Like right about now.
Serenity and the hobbits are making their way to Bree in a scenario such as before described. And if you asked them, right now, if they liked the rain, chances are they would probably strangle you and enjoy it.
Come on, Frodo urged, nodding his head towards the entrance to Bree. They had finally made it, much to Serenity's relief. Frodo scurried up to knock on the gate. The keeper first opened the top shutter, but then realizing the visitors were a bit on the small side, he knelt down and opened the lower shutter.
What do you want? he asked gruffly, obviously agitated by their presence. Oh, no,' Serenity thought. He is NOT being a jackass. OhNo! I did NOT walk A BIJILLION MILES just to be bitched at by a middle-aged man who's going through fucking MENOPAUSE!!' .....uh-oh..... if there is one thing this author knows, it's don't mess with an alycia-elf when she's soaking wet, cold, tired, and hungry.... or else.
We're heading for the Prancing Pony, Frodo answered, with as much dignity and respect that could be gained when you're 3 foot ten and soggy. Serenity continued to fume. Well! I think it's time he's had a talk with Alycia G-dawg sweet mama ice box cash money bling bling mac daddy rebel hoe head banger kick ass hell maiden olay olay satan bitch!!!!!' She was just about to go up and claw his eyes out when he shut the little shutter-thingy. Wuss...'
They heard a couple clicks and clacks and then the gate swung open, revealing the gatekeeper holding a lantern. he said, awe-struck. Four hobbits! And and elf! Thanks for that, captain obvious' Serenity thought scathingly to herself, rolling her eyes. He reached out his hand, trying to see if they were real or not. You never see an elf walking about the city of Bree, or anywhere near Bree, to be exact. Serenity bared her teeth and snapped at him. He immediately drew his hand back, fearing the loss of his fingers. What business brings you to Bree?
It's none of your da- Merry threw a hand over Serenity's mouth, receiving an odd look from the gatekeeper.
We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own and none of yours, Frodo recovered.
All right, young sir. I mean no offense. Just step back, buddy,' she thought as she passed him on her way into the city. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall, you know, he continued, shutting the door behind them. There's talk of strange people abroad. Can't be to careful, he said eerily in an eery tone with his eery face and his eery.. er.. everything!
The city was brewing with tall human men, rustling and bustling and staggering around everywhere. Serenity led the hobbits threw the city, trying to keep them all together as they looked around for any signs of the inn.
Out of the way! Watch where you're going! Merry had accidentally run into one of the drunken men walking the streets. Serenity narrowed her eyes and watch him as he turned the corner into an alleyway.
Be right back, she growled, staring towards the alley.
Frodo grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Let it go. We must make it to the inn of the Prancing Pony. We need to stay together. Serenity sighed knowing he was right and continued on their little after-late-late-supper walk, telepathically telling the man that he should praise God for his ability to breath properly.
she cried out. The hobbits all looked behind them in terror, fearing the worst. They saw Serenity doubled over. From their view, she looked like she was in pain. Just when they were about to walk over to help her, she popped back up A nickel! she squealed, holding up her new silver prize. Sam grabbed her by the hand and promptly yanked her forward.
Everyone turned their attention to the area at which Pippin was pointing. A sign was hanging in front of the building with a picture of a horse and the words Prancing Pony' written beneath it in scroll letters.

A little bell rang within the inn as the company of five entered and headed to the check in counter. Excuse me. Frodo was trying to politely gain the innkeepers attention, but to no avail. After a few failed attempts, Pippin (completely out of curiosity and with no intention of helping whatsoever) went over to the counter and jumped up, tapping the little bell that was on top of the desk. Almost instantly, the innkeeper appeared.
Good evening mistress and little masters, he greeted, leaning over the table to get a clear view of Frodo, Merry, Sam, and Pippin. If you're seeking accommodation, we have a very comfortable suite available for you, Miss. And some nice, cozy hobbit-sized rooms available... Mr....err...
That was Frodo's cue to think of a fake last name super fast. Underhill. My name is Underhill, he said, full of confidence.
the keeper repeated.
We are seeking the company of another, Serenity said, referring to Gandalf. Obviously, he chose to take it another way by the surprised look on his face. The hobbits thought nothing of it, though Serenity had to repress her laughter.
Oh, yes. We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?
Pippin added nervously.
Frodo smiled and nodded to the innkeeper.
the man behind the counter mumbled, stroking his beard in thought. Gandalf... Oh! I remember. Elderly chap? he asked. Big grey beard, pointy hat. Frodo smiled at the description given to him, for it could be none other than Gandalf. The jovial, confident features faded of the innkeeper's face and were replaced by one of confusion. I've not seen him for six months, he said, shaking his head.
The group frowned as they huddled up. Then, Sam asked the question that was on everyone's mind. What do we do now?

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Sunlight shone in threw the silk curtains that were hanging upon the tall, narrow windows in Aspen's room. Birds chirruped and sang outside her window. It was a beautiful thing to wake up to. And since Aspen was not very poetic, she decided to make a rap for it. (AN: Anyone with a weak stomach, hard stomach, A stomach, as well as ears, please skip over this horrible, HORRIBLE rendition of a rap song provided a bit too generously to you by the *ahem* talented Aspen..... IWASTHREATENTOSAYTHATI
SWEAR!ASPENSAIDSHEWOUDLTAKEMYBODYANDWRAPITINWETHIDEANDLAUGHASMYORGANSSQUEEZEDOUTANDIGOTTAGO
NOWBYE!!) (AAN: that was a very LONG AN. Now we will get back to the story-)

Yoyoyoyo. Check this.
My name is Aspen but my friends call me Kaaay!
I'd like ta tell ya bout this brand new daaaaaaay!
It's nice and it's pretty and it's full of light,
It'd be a great day to kick ya ass in a fight!
Ya think I'ma wussy? I'll kick ya to the curb!
Listen to these words, though they may sound absurd!
The birds are tweetin and their chirrpin real loud,
I think I'll take em out and sell em to the crowd.
The elves here are nice and the food is really yummy.
Now I betta go eat, I feel a rumble in my tummy.
PEACE OUT!

With that, Aspen stretched, threw on her dress, and headed to the kitchen on the off chance that Legolas might be there as well.

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Well? Do you like? Please review! I tried to make this one a lot longer than the others to make up for it being such a long wait. But school is draggin me down! I SAY WE STOP THE MAN! K, as always review! buh-byes!