Hello! Yes, I know I've been a bit slow starting this story. But
hopefully, I'll get caught up in it soon and I'll take off!
I want your opinions about how I'm portraying the hobbits. The only one I am completely worry free about writing is Sam. For some reason, I have no trouble portraying him. But the rest of them . . . I'm not sure if I'm doing them credit. Could you all let me know what you think? If you have any suggestions, please let me know!
Thank you so much for the reviews! Keep 'em coming!
Note: The flashbacks should begin the next chapter.
Enjoy!
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A few hours later, the two hobbits were still sitting at the table. A long silence stretched between them, each consumed in his own thoughts. For Sam, those thoughts went around in circles, and watching them spin around inside his head was beginning to make him dizzy.
Suddenly, the door to the inn slammed open, and in strode Meriadoc Brandybuck. He went immediately to the front to order a mug. He then promptly trudged over to where Frodo and Sam were sitting, to slump into an empty chair.
"Good evening, Merry," Frodo said, trying very hard to sound cheery.
"Hello," Merry mumbled, staring into his mug.
To say the least, Sam was a bit curious as to why he was at the inn. When Rosie's time grew near, her old friend Estella had come to Bag End to be with her. All were not surprised when Merry had tagged along with her. It was fairly common knowledge how fond he had become for the lass. But why would he be at the inn, instead of with Estella? Which was the very reason he declined to go with them in the first place? Unless . . .
With a sinking feeling, Sam spoke up. "Um, Merry? Weren't you going to spend time with Estella today?"
Merry finally looked up. "She kicked me out."
Frodo gasped. "You mean, out of Bag End?"
Nodding, Merry continued. "She told me that 'It is not a lad's place to be there when a babe is born.' Following the rule a little too closely aren't they? I mean there are plenty of rooms in Bag End. . ."
Sam stood up quickly, causing the chair he was sitting in to fall over backwards with a loud clatter. "When a babe is being born!? You mean Rosie? Now?"
Again Merry nodded. "Aye, it's Rosie. But it's Estella who's got the temper." His face took on a teasing dramatic tone. "They didn't have to dump us all out in the cold, struggling to survive, with only a thin cloak between us and the freezing gales, and barely enough money to order a mug to warm our frozen bones . . ."
"Merry, it's springtime." Frodo looked amused.
Merry managed to make himself look indignant. "Yes, but I'm sure Sam here . . ." He suddenly realized that the very one for whom he was acting comical for, was no longer there. "Frodo! Where'd Sam go?"
Frodo sighed. "I have a very good guess."
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They caught up with Sam at the front door of Bag End, conversing . . . no . . . more like arguing, with Estella Bolger. As they drew near, they could more of the words.
"Please, Estella! Just let me in!"
"No, Sam. I'm sorry, I can't let you!"
"Please!"
"I already told you, Sam. No means no."
"Come on Estella! Surely . . ."
"SAMWISE GAMGEE! YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO BE IN HERE, SO PLEASE STOP TRYING!"
Merry grinned. He turned to Frodo, who was looking a bit startled at Estella's outburst. "You know, Frodo, I fell for her temper more than anything else. She can be the sweetest lass, but as soon as you rouse her anger . . . I tell you. She could've made an orc run far away just by glaring at it."
Indeed. And it was apparent that her temper could convince Samwise Gamgee too. As Estella spun around and shut the door, Sam slumped down on the front steps, his head in his hands. Frodo and Merry came up on either side of him, each laying a hand on his shoulders.
TBC
I want your opinions about how I'm portraying the hobbits. The only one I am completely worry free about writing is Sam. For some reason, I have no trouble portraying him. But the rest of them . . . I'm not sure if I'm doing them credit. Could you all let me know what you think? If you have any suggestions, please let me know!
Thank you so much for the reviews! Keep 'em coming!
Note: The flashbacks should begin the next chapter.
Enjoy!
**********************************************8
A few hours later, the two hobbits were still sitting at the table. A long silence stretched between them, each consumed in his own thoughts. For Sam, those thoughts went around in circles, and watching them spin around inside his head was beginning to make him dizzy.
Suddenly, the door to the inn slammed open, and in strode Meriadoc Brandybuck. He went immediately to the front to order a mug. He then promptly trudged over to where Frodo and Sam were sitting, to slump into an empty chair.
"Good evening, Merry," Frodo said, trying very hard to sound cheery.
"Hello," Merry mumbled, staring into his mug.
To say the least, Sam was a bit curious as to why he was at the inn. When Rosie's time grew near, her old friend Estella had come to Bag End to be with her. All were not surprised when Merry had tagged along with her. It was fairly common knowledge how fond he had become for the lass. But why would he be at the inn, instead of with Estella? Which was the very reason he declined to go with them in the first place? Unless . . .
With a sinking feeling, Sam spoke up. "Um, Merry? Weren't you going to spend time with Estella today?"
Merry finally looked up. "She kicked me out."
Frodo gasped. "You mean, out of Bag End?"
Nodding, Merry continued. "She told me that 'It is not a lad's place to be there when a babe is born.' Following the rule a little too closely aren't they? I mean there are plenty of rooms in Bag End. . ."
Sam stood up quickly, causing the chair he was sitting in to fall over backwards with a loud clatter. "When a babe is being born!? You mean Rosie? Now?"
Again Merry nodded. "Aye, it's Rosie. But it's Estella who's got the temper." His face took on a teasing dramatic tone. "They didn't have to dump us all out in the cold, struggling to survive, with only a thin cloak between us and the freezing gales, and barely enough money to order a mug to warm our frozen bones . . ."
"Merry, it's springtime." Frodo looked amused.
Merry managed to make himself look indignant. "Yes, but I'm sure Sam here . . ." He suddenly realized that the very one for whom he was acting comical for, was no longer there. "Frodo! Where'd Sam go?"
Frodo sighed. "I have a very good guess."
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They caught up with Sam at the front door of Bag End, conversing . . . no . . . more like arguing, with Estella Bolger. As they drew near, they could more of the words.
"Please, Estella! Just let me in!"
"No, Sam. I'm sorry, I can't let you!"
"Please!"
"I already told you, Sam. No means no."
"Come on Estella! Surely . . ."
"SAMWISE GAMGEE! YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO BE IN HERE, SO PLEASE STOP TRYING!"
Merry grinned. He turned to Frodo, who was looking a bit startled at Estella's outburst. "You know, Frodo, I fell for her temper more than anything else. She can be the sweetest lass, but as soon as you rouse her anger . . . I tell you. She could've made an orc run far away just by glaring at it."
Indeed. And it was apparent that her temper could convince Samwise Gamgee too. As Estella spun around and shut the door, Sam slumped down on the front steps, his head in his hands. Frodo and Merry came up on either side of him, each laying a hand on his shoulders.
TBC