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M`arevanye--*gives pirate eye patch to biggest fan*
Captain Oblivious--Update "The Traveler The Lord of
the Rings" soon! It's good! Here's the chappie! Sorry about the format; the computer has made up its mind to behave strangely. Chapter 42 will be posted tomorrow.
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"Legolas, look! I haven't fallen off yet!" The
hobbits of the shire looked up to see the red haired
rider who had shouted. As they watched, more riders
came around the hill. One rider, who was obviously an
elf, called ahead to the first.
"Squee, watch out for the -" The hobbits winced as
the first rider was hit in the head by the passing tree
branch. The elf who had spoken looked to be somewhere
between worry and laughter as he rode ahead of the
others. The now injured rider had managed to stay on
her horse and was rubbing her forehead and muttering
something about the evil tree.
Andrea continued to whimper that she wished for care
bears to make marshmallow-roasting sticks out of the
tree's dead remains, until she felt a hand on her
elbow. Looking up, she met Legolas's dark eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked, holding back a chuckle.
"The tree wanted to be evil," she informed him,
glaring as her pretty one couldn't help the laughter
that bubbled up.
"Perhaps, Mela, it only wished to say hello."
"That's what my mom used to - GREAT SNICKERDOODLE
MONKEY!" Her raised voice caused Legolas to wince and
the hobbits to look around in a frightened manner.
"Is something wrong?" Sarah asked, riding up beside
the two.
"MY MOM!" Andrea squealed, looking upset. The rest of
the company exchanged confused looks. "I never told my
mom about any of this," continued Andrea, "and now
I've gone and married an elf and Mom doesn't even know
they exist and..." she sighed. "I think she would not
be very happy with me." She looked quite frightened at
the idea, but when Legolas took her hand, she was
visibly comforted.
"Don't worry," Sivi spoke up, "I don't think she'd be
TOO angry. After all -"
"I never told her any of that, Sivi," Andrea sighed
again. "She's not much into...fairytales."
"Good thing this is all real, then," Megan quipped,
"or you'd really have a problem." Andrea blinked, and
then after a moment, laughed out loud. That might not
have been the smartest thing to do, however, and she
slid from the bare back of the horse.
"Ouch..."
~*~*~*~*~
"Where are Pippin and Merry? And Sam, Frodo, and Bilbo?" Jeremie asked of Paladin.
"I am afraid they disappeared some time ago, most
likely on some adventure or another," said the short
little furry man with a smile. "However, you are
welcome to stay with me at my Smials until your friends return." With that, the hobbit waved them onward, singing one of those little walking songs. The friends
exchanged looks, but then shrugged and followed.
Days passed slowly, and for the first time in what
seemed like forever, the company was allowed to simply
relax and enjoy themselves. Legolas and Andrea had brought the company to the Shire for two reasons, namely to celebrate their honeymoon and to give Legolas an opportunity to visit his companions, the hobbits Frodo, Samwise, Meriadoc, and Peregrin. Yet after the couple had spent many weeks relaxing together and there seemed to be no sign of the four hobbits to be had, it was drawing close
to the time to leave. The other hobbits, glad for any excuse
to throw a party or feast, had decided to have a
farewell/honeymoon party.
The evening was a splendid affair, with bright
banners and food to feed several armies. Legolas and
Andrea had both arrived covered in spots of paint.
When asked why, their only response was something
about archery lessons and Middle Earth style
paintball. After a while, the hobbits stopped asking
what paintball was. The feasting and dancing lasted
long into the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Erynen's back was beginning to hurt, and he was certain that if ever he got out of this tiny hole, he would discover that he had developed a stoop. It was almost like a nightmare; he couldn't find his way out of the place. Megan, Sarah, Haldir, and Erynsir met him in the corridor.
"Where are you trying to get to?" Megan asked with a grin.
"Out," Erynen answered immediately. "I want out of this hole. I want to be outside."
"Fall in, then," Sarah laughed.
Together, they managed to find the front door, and they stepped gladly out into the warm summer sunshine of the Shire.
"This is a beautiful place," Megan said pleasantly. "I'd love to live here, except that I can't abide staying in these tee-tiny little burrows in the ground."
"I can't abide all these freaky little fur-footed gnomes running around," Christina said from her perch on a flat rock above and behind the hole's front door.
"Can't live in the Shire if you can't stand Hobbits," Sarah chuckled.
"I don't WANT to live in the Shire. I hate this place," Christina said moodily. "I liked Gondor. THAT was awesome."
"I prefer Gondor myself," Boromir agreed, resting placidly at the bottom of the knoll. "Still, this is a place and people worth preserving."
"What don't you like about Hobbits?" Megan asked as the group settled itself in the grass on the side of the small hill. "They're cute."
"Exactly! They're adorable! Adorable things make me nervous," Christina said.
"Hope you never have kids," Sarah said under her breath.
"And they keep following me around asking me for some kind of prophecy," Christina went on.
Jeremie, sitting in the branches of a tree on the hillside, gave Erynsir a quick, apprehensive glance. The "hostage Elves" began to fidget uncomfortably.
"I'm about to get seriously freaked out," Christina continued, "and if one more little yard-gnome wannabe comes and asks -"
"Excuse me, Miss Christina," said a curly brown head that had just popped out of the door of the hole.
Christina went straight up in the air, hissing and spitting like a mad cat, and came down again no less harried.
"Warn a body!" she cried angrily. "Stupid, hairy, vertically challenged - urgh!"
"Uh... breakfast is ready," the little Halfling said timidly. "Sorry to bother you."
"You want us to eat breakfast after last night's feast?" Megan laughed. "And don't mind Christina; she's always testy in the morning."
"Ah. But, of course you must eat breakfast. We can't let you go away hungry."
"We're not hungry," Erynen told the Hobbit. "We had plenty last night."
"You aren't hungry?" the Hobbit gasped, his eyes enormous.
"Think of it this way," Jeremie offered. "None for us means more for you."
The Hobbit considered for a moment.
"You're sure?"
"Positive," Sarah affirmed.
"Well, ah, alright, then. Good day."
He drew his head back in and shut the door.
"You enjoy this place, Lady Megan?" Erynen asked at length, savoring the soft, sweet country breeze.
"It reminds me of the house we had in Tennessee when I was in high school," Megan commented. "It's quiet here, and you can hear the bees and smell the flowers, and there are shade-trees. I like it. If I had a piece of land like this, and maybe a couple of horses, I could be really happy. And please stop calling me 'Lady.'"
Erynen was quiet for a long while, considering the references to 'Tennessee' and 'high school,' Megan's apparent love of the outdoors and of horses, and why she did not like being addressed with an honorific. He decided he liked her a great deal. She was unpretentious, amiable, and practical. She was responsible and tried to be understanding. He would have to give this matter a lot of thought.
"I can tell you why Christina likes Gondor," Sarah said out of the silence.
"It's big," Christina put in.
"That, and you like the style of architecture, not to mention the fact that you thrive on crowds, and you prefer mountains and rivers to hills and creeks."
"Right; the mountains and rivers are bigger."
"You like the fact that it's old, its customs are old, and it has a slightly darker feel than the Shire..."
"Correct again."
"And you think the Gondorian Men are handsome."
"Hey! What? No!!"
Boromir excused himself on the pretext of going for a walk.
M`arevanye--*gives pirate eye patch to biggest fan*
Captain Oblivious--Update "The Traveler The Lord of
the Rings" soon! It's good! Here's the chappie! Sorry about the format; the computer has made up its mind to behave strangely. Chapter 42 will be posted tomorrow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Legolas, look! I haven't fallen off yet!" The
hobbits of the shire looked up to see the red haired
rider who had shouted. As they watched, more riders
came around the hill. One rider, who was obviously an
elf, called ahead to the first.
"Squee, watch out for the -" The hobbits winced as
the first rider was hit in the head by the passing tree
branch. The elf who had spoken looked to be somewhere
between worry and laughter as he rode ahead of the
others. The now injured rider had managed to stay on
her horse and was rubbing her forehead and muttering
something about the evil tree.
Andrea continued to whimper that she wished for care
bears to make marshmallow-roasting sticks out of the
tree's dead remains, until she felt a hand on her
elbow. Looking up, she met Legolas's dark eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked, holding back a chuckle.
"The tree wanted to be evil," she informed him,
glaring as her pretty one couldn't help the laughter
that bubbled up.
"Perhaps, Mela, it only wished to say hello."
"That's what my mom used to - GREAT SNICKERDOODLE
MONKEY!" Her raised voice caused Legolas to wince and
the hobbits to look around in a frightened manner.
"Is something wrong?" Sarah asked, riding up beside
the two.
"MY MOM!" Andrea squealed, looking upset. The rest of
the company exchanged confused looks. "I never told my
mom about any of this," continued Andrea, "and now
I've gone and married an elf and Mom doesn't even know
they exist and..." she sighed. "I think she would not
be very happy with me." She looked quite frightened at
the idea, but when Legolas took her hand, she was
visibly comforted.
"Don't worry," Sivi spoke up, "I don't think she'd be
TOO angry. After all -"
"I never told her any of that, Sivi," Andrea sighed
again. "She's not much into...fairytales."
"Good thing this is all real, then," Megan quipped,
"or you'd really have a problem." Andrea blinked, and
then after a moment, laughed out loud. That might not
have been the smartest thing to do, however, and she
slid from the bare back of the horse.
"Ouch..."
~*~*~*~*~
"Where are Pippin and Merry? And Sam, Frodo, and Bilbo?" Jeremie asked of Paladin.
"I am afraid they disappeared some time ago, most
likely on some adventure or another," said the short
little furry man with a smile. "However, you are
welcome to stay with me at my Smials until your friends return." With that, the hobbit waved them onward, singing one of those little walking songs. The friends
exchanged looks, but then shrugged and followed.
Days passed slowly, and for the first time in what
seemed like forever, the company was allowed to simply
relax and enjoy themselves. Legolas and Andrea had brought the company to the Shire for two reasons, namely to celebrate their honeymoon and to give Legolas an opportunity to visit his companions, the hobbits Frodo, Samwise, Meriadoc, and Peregrin. Yet after the couple had spent many weeks relaxing together and there seemed to be no sign of the four hobbits to be had, it was drawing close
to the time to leave. The other hobbits, glad for any excuse
to throw a party or feast, had decided to have a
farewell/honeymoon party.
The evening was a splendid affair, with bright
banners and food to feed several armies. Legolas and
Andrea had both arrived covered in spots of paint.
When asked why, their only response was something
about archery lessons and Middle Earth style
paintball. After a while, the hobbits stopped asking
what paintball was. The feasting and dancing lasted
long into the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Erynen's back was beginning to hurt, and he was certain that if ever he got out of this tiny hole, he would discover that he had developed a stoop. It was almost like a nightmare; he couldn't find his way out of the place. Megan, Sarah, Haldir, and Erynsir met him in the corridor.
"Where are you trying to get to?" Megan asked with a grin.
"Out," Erynen answered immediately. "I want out of this hole. I want to be outside."
"Fall in, then," Sarah laughed.
Together, they managed to find the front door, and they stepped gladly out into the warm summer sunshine of the Shire.
"This is a beautiful place," Megan said pleasantly. "I'd love to live here, except that I can't abide staying in these tee-tiny little burrows in the ground."
"I can't abide all these freaky little fur-footed gnomes running around," Christina said from her perch on a flat rock above and behind the hole's front door.
"Can't live in the Shire if you can't stand Hobbits," Sarah chuckled.
"I don't WANT to live in the Shire. I hate this place," Christina said moodily. "I liked Gondor. THAT was awesome."
"I prefer Gondor myself," Boromir agreed, resting placidly at the bottom of the knoll. "Still, this is a place and people worth preserving."
"What don't you like about Hobbits?" Megan asked as the group settled itself in the grass on the side of the small hill. "They're cute."
"Exactly! They're adorable! Adorable things make me nervous," Christina said.
"Hope you never have kids," Sarah said under her breath.
"And they keep following me around asking me for some kind of prophecy," Christina went on.
Jeremie, sitting in the branches of a tree on the hillside, gave Erynsir a quick, apprehensive glance. The "hostage Elves" began to fidget uncomfortably.
"I'm about to get seriously freaked out," Christina continued, "and if one more little yard-gnome wannabe comes and asks -"
"Excuse me, Miss Christina," said a curly brown head that had just popped out of the door of the hole.
Christina went straight up in the air, hissing and spitting like a mad cat, and came down again no less harried.
"Warn a body!" she cried angrily. "Stupid, hairy, vertically challenged - urgh!"
"Uh... breakfast is ready," the little Halfling said timidly. "Sorry to bother you."
"You want us to eat breakfast after last night's feast?" Megan laughed. "And don't mind Christina; she's always testy in the morning."
"Ah. But, of course you must eat breakfast. We can't let you go away hungry."
"We're not hungry," Erynen told the Hobbit. "We had plenty last night."
"You aren't hungry?" the Hobbit gasped, his eyes enormous.
"Think of it this way," Jeremie offered. "None for us means more for you."
The Hobbit considered for a moment.
"You're sure?"
"Positive," Sarah affirmed.
"Well, ah, alright, then. Good day."
He drew his head back in and shut the door.
"You enjoy this place, Lady Megan?" Erynen asked at length, savoring the soft, sweet country breeze.
"It reminds me of the house we had in Tennessee when I was in high school," Megan commented. "It's quiet here, and you can hear the bees and smell the flowers, and there are shade-trees. I like it. If I had a piece of land like this, and maybe a couple of horses, I could be really happy. And please stop calling me 'Lady.'"
Erynen was quiet for a long while, considering the references to 'Tennessee' and 'high school,' Megan's apparent love of the outdoors and of horses, and why she did not like being addressed with an honorific. He decided he liked her a great deal. She was unpretentious, amiable, and practical. She was responsible and tried to be understanding. He would have to give this matter a lot of thought.
"I can tell you why Christina likes Gondor," Sarah said out of the silence.
"It's big," Christina put in.
"That, and you like the style of architecture, not to mention the fact that you thrive on crowds, and you prefer mountains and rivers to hills and creeks."
"Right; the mountains and rivers are bigger."
"You like the fact that it's old, its customs are old, and it has a slightly darker feel than the Shire..."
"Correct again."
"And you think the Gondorian Men are handsome."
"Hey! What? No!!"
Boromir excused himself on the pretext of going for a walk.