*** Just as a note, I change the story line a bit. I hope you all don't
mind. Oh, and I've been seeing this a lot, so I'll do it too: I don't own
any of the Lord of the Rings characters, lands, or whatnot. I own
everything I've made up though. Enjoy and please R&R!***
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"Is she dead?" asked Frodo. Merry, Frodo, and I had stumbled across the bloody, beaten up girl as we were making our way back to where Bilbo and Frodo lived.
Merry crept closer. It was obviously a female. She wore a white shirt with no sleeves; something we'd never seen before. She also wore loose blue pants with moons and stars all over them. Her brownish hair was rumpled and coated with blood, as was the rest of her body. Suddenly, Merry jumped back. "It's a human!" he cried.
"Technically, "it" is a "she"." I stated, leaning in for a closer look.
"Pippin! Stay away from it! She may hurt you!" Yelled Merry, grabbing at my arm. Frodo was standing a few feet away, looking supremely baffled, as if torn in two different directions. Noticing my stare, he put his head down, not wanting to make up his mind yet about whatever it was he was thinking about.
"She won't hurt me Merry. Why would she?" I asked, breaking free of his grasp and continuing on towards the girl. "Besides, if she isn't dead yet, she defiantly won't be able to do much. She needs help." Creeping closer, I noticed that she was kinda short for a human, though she was definitely taller that a hobbit. "Hmmm. . ." I wondered aloud. Turning I asked "Hey Frodo. Do you think she's alive?"
"I don't know." He said, but he crept closer to her. Merry waited, unsure, on the road. Together, Frodo and I slowly made our way closer. . . and closer. . . and closer to the girl until we were practically on top of her.
"Hey look Frodo! Her hair's kinda blondish too!" I said. This close, I noticed a couple other things. "Oh no! Look, her stomach's bleed'n! Merry!" I said turning, "You don't think she ate to much and her stomach exploded do you!?!"
"Pippin, can't you think of anything other than your stomach and food? I mean honestly. . ." He said, as he too, joined us around the girl.
"I wonder what her name is." Said Frodo.
"Well. . . I'm gonna call her. . . GRACE!" I said, in a burst of supreme wisdom. Frodo and Merry shot me shocked looks, which I obviously took for admiration of my sudden brilliance. Frodo chuckled and shook his head.
"Okay, she's Grace. Now, is she alive? I mean, there really isn't a point to naming a dead girl." At this, we all stepped back. "Well. . . let's find out, shall we?" Frodo stepped forward again and reached down. Slowly, he turned her head up.
"Is she breathing?" Merry asked, breathless.
"I don't know." Frodo said quietly. Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder sent of a noise and surprised the three of us out of our pants. Frodo's foot slipped on some leaves and he fell on Grace.
"AHHH." She cried.
"AHHHHH!." We screamed and ran. We didn't stop running until reaching Bilbo and Frodo's house where we discovered that the kindly old wizard, Gandalf, was having tea and a conversation with Bilbo.
"Now what's the matter with you three?" Asked the wizard kindly. "Did a clap of thunder scare you or something? Oh. . . never fear, tis just a storm my little hobbits." Gandalf smiled and went back to having tea.
"There's a girl!" Frodo shouted.
"A human girl!" I put in.
"And she's hurt!" Added Merry.
"Her name's Grace!" I informed Gandalf.
"She's dying, Bilbo!" Frodo said at last. All this was followed by us all talking and shouting about the girl.
"SILENCE!" shouted Gandalf. "Now, Merry, why don't you tell me what this is all about." Demanded Gandalf, staring intently at Merry, who now shook.
"Umm. . . Well, you see sir, that. . . I . . . uhh. . . We. . ." Merry stuttered along. Then all of a sudden, "We were walking along the road and suddenly we saw this girl along the side in a ditch and we thought she was dead, only we weren't sure, right?" he said quickly, and looking and me and Frodo for conformation.
"Yes, that's it." Said Frodo. "So we went to look at her. She's dressed most strangely, and was really hurt. . . IS really hurt. . . and we thought she was dead, but we weren't sure."
"So Frodo turned Grace's chin up to the sky and was just about to see if she was breathing." I said, taking over. "Only a loud piece a' thunder sounded and scared us all silly, and then Frodo slipped and fell on her!"
At this, Frodo looked down, ashamed. "We all got scared after that and ran all the way here. We didn't know what to do." He said. "I think she cried when I fell on her." He added, sadly, head hanging.
There was a long pause. Bilbo suddenly jerked up. "Gandalf, old friend, we'll take your cart and a couple blankets and go get the child. Frodo, you come with us too. Merry, you go get Holly and tell her we have a hurt child that needs a healing. She is hurt isn't she?" He asked. We all nodded. "Okay, you do that Merry. Pippin, you go to the third guest room and make up a bed for her. Put lots of extra blankets on it, she'll be cold. It's already starting to rain."
Bilbo suddenly paused. Gandalf looked at him and said, "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get the child."
"Grace. Her name is Grace." I put in.
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"Is she dead?" asked Frodo. Merry, Frodo, and I had stumbled across the bloody, beaten up girl as we were making our way back to where Bilbo and Frodo lived.
Merry crept closer. It was obviously a female. She wore a white shirt with no sleeves; something we'd never seen before. She also wore loose blue pants with moons and stars all over them. Her brownish hair was rumpled and coated with blood, as was the rest of her body. Suddenly, Merry jumped back. "It's a human!" he cried.
"Technically, "it" is a "she"." I stated, leaning in for a closer look.
"Pippin! Stay away from it! She may hurt you!" Yelled Merry, grabbing at my arm. Frodo was standing a few feet away, looking supremely baffled, as if torn in two different directions. Noticing my stare, he put his head down, not wanting to make up his mind yet about whatever it was he was thinking about.
"She won't hurt me Merry. Why would she?" I asked, breaking free of his grasp and continuing on towards the girl. "Besides, if she isn't dead yet, she defiantly won't be able to do much. She needs help." Creeping closer, I noticed that she was kinda short for a human, though she was definitely taller that a hobbit. "Hmmm. . ." I wondered aloud. Turning I asked "Hey Frodo. Do you think she's alive?"
"I don't know." He said, but he crept closer to her. Merry waited, unsure, on the road. Together, Frodo and I slowly made our way closer. . . and closer. . . and closer to the girl until we were practically on top of her.
"Hey look Frodo! Her hair's kinda blondish too!" I said. This close, I noticed a couple other things. "Oh no! Look, her stomach's bleed'n! Merry!" I said turning, "You don't think she ate to much and her stomach exploded do you!?!"
"Pippin, can't you think of anything other than your stomach and food? I mean honestly. . ." He said, as he too, joined us around the girl.
"I wonder what her name is." Said Frodo.
"Well. . . I'm gonna call her. . . GRACE!" I said, in a burst of supreme wisdom. Frodo and Merry shot me shocked looks, which I obviously took for admiration of my sudden brilliance. Frodo chuckled and shook his head.
"Okay, she's Grace. Now, is she alive? I mean, there really isn't a point to naming a dead girl." At this, we all stepped back. "Well. . . let's find out, shall we?" Frodo stepped forward again and reached down. Slowly, he turned her head up.
"Is she breathing?" Merry asked, breathless.
"I don't know." Frodo said quietly. Suddenly, a huge clap of thunder sent of a noise and surprised the three of us out of our pants. Frodo's foot slipped on some leaves and he fell on Grace.
"AHHH." She cried.
"AHHHHH!." We screamed and ran. We didn't stop running until reaching Bilbo and Frodo's house where we discovered that the kindly old wizard, Gandalf, was having tea and a conversation with Bilbo.
"Now what's the matter with you three?" Asked the wizard kindly. "Did a clap of thunder scare you or something? Oh. . . never fear, tis just a storm my little hobbits." Gandalf smiled and went back to having tea.
"There's a girl!" Frodo shouted.
"A human girl!" I put in.
"And she's hurt!" Added Merry.
"Her name's Grace!" I informed Gandalf.
"She's dying, Bilbo!" Frodo said at last. All this was followed by us all talking and shouting about the girl.
"SILENCE!" shouted Gandalf. "Now, Merry, why don't you tell me what this is all about." Demanded Gandalf, staring intently at Merry, who now shook.
"Umm. . . Well, you see sir, that. . . I . . . uhh. . . We. . ." Merry stuttered along. Then all of a sudden, "We were walking along the road and suddenly we saw this girl along the side in a ditch and we thought she was dead, only we weren't sure, right?" he said quickly, and looking and me and Frodo for conformation.
"Yes, that's it." Said Frodo. "So we went to look at her. She's dressed most strangely, and was really hurt. . . IS really hurt. . . and we thought she was dead, but we weren't sure."
"So Frodo turned Grace's chin up to the sky and was just about to see if she was breathing." I said, taking over. "Only a loud piece a' thunder sounded and scared us all silly, and then Frodo slipped and fell on her!"
At this, Frodo looked down, ashamed. "We all got scared after that and ran all the way here. We didn't know what to do." He said. "I think she cried when I fell on her." He added, sadly, head hanging.
There was a long pause. Bilbo suddenly jerked up. "Gandalf, old friend, we'll take your cart and a couple blankets and go get the child. Frodo, you come with us too. Merry, you go get Holly and tell her we have a hurt child that needs a healing. She is hurt isn't she?" He asked. We all nodded. "Okay, you do that Merry. Pippin, you go to the third guest room and make up a bed for her. Put lots of extra blankets on it, she'll be cold. It's already starting to rain."
Bilbo suddenly paused. Gandalf looked at him and said, "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get the child."
"Grace. Her name is Grace." I put in.