*** Ohhhh. . . Chapter one was short. . . Oh well! Well, here starts
chapter two! Oh, and because I actually remembered it, sadly, I don't own
any of the Lord of the Rings stuff, however, I do own all that is mine.
Hehe. Enjoy! ***
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Chapter 2: In which the hobbits arrive.
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"Bother. Bother, bother, bother." Lilac thought over and over. FWISH (shoveling sound), turn, throw. FWISH, turn, throw. FWISH, turn, throw. And so it went. . . for a little while. Lilac had just about done around one eighth of her driveway when all of a sudden there was a loud KAPUMP! behind her. "Oh bother." She thought. "I HATE it when lot's of snow falls from the roof. Whatever could the architect have been thinking!?!"
Turning, she stopped in mind mental complaint. Lying in a pile upon one of Lilac's nicely done snow mounds, was four small hobbits. "Oh bother!" she said aloud this time. "You landed in a snow pile in the middle of winter, poorly dressed, and with NO shoes on. . . Whatever could you be thinking!?!"
"Umm. . . Hi!" Merry greeted her. "My name's Merry."
"I'm Pippin." Put in Pippin. "Do you have any food." Lilac gave Pippin a look, and then moved her eyes along to the next hobbit in line.
"I'm Frodo." Frodo said, of course. He fingered the ring, but resisted the urge to put it on. For some reason, the pull of the ring was less in this Snow Goddess's realm.
"Have at you Longshanks!" Yelled Sam. Lilac gave him a pitting look, yet her eye's also seemed to say 'Oh you poor, dumb soul'. Sam quickly composed himself with a prod from Frodo and said. "I'm sorry, my name's Sam."
"Ah huh. . . So uhh. . . exactly where are you guys from?" Asked Lilac.
"We, oh Snow Goddess, are from the Shire, located in Middle Earth. Are you familiar with that land?" Asked Frodo.
"Umm. . . No. . . I'm not familiar with the Shire or. . . Middle Earth. You guys are weird. Oh, and I'm not a Snow Goddess. Name's Lilac." She threw out her hand.
Unfortunately, Sam thought she was threatening him, and shouted again, "Have at you, Longshanks!"
"I am not a Longshanks, whatever that is. My name is Lilac! I was just greeting you, that's all! No need to through a fit! Gesh! Can't a girl be polite these days?"
Frodo, Merry, and Pippin grasped her still outstretched hand. "We're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"Lilac."
"Yes, we're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"Lilac!"
"Uh huh, we're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"AHHHH!!!!" Poor Lilac shouted. Oh alas for her! She had never heard of Lord of the Rings, how was she to cope with the hobbits now appearing while she attempted to shovel the driveway!?! "Bother! Why must you call my Snow Goddess when my NAME is Lilac!?! What can you be thinking!?!
"We're sorry. . . Ma'am. . .for Sam. . . He's awful protective." The three hobbits managed out at last. Alas for them, they had never been to Michigan, had never seen the wrath of a fifteen year old girl who had been trapped inside all winter, and. . . had never experienced the utter determination of this particular girl, their Snow Goddess, Lilac.
After a long pause, Lilac finally said, "Okay, follow me. I'm gonna get you some shovels. After that, we can have some hot chocolate." (This was followed by a burst of joyful sounds from all four hobbits, but lasted longest from Pippin.)
"What are we to do Snow Godde- I mean, Lilac. . . Ma'am?" Asked Merry.
Lilac turned to face him. "Bother!" She said. "You don't know what to do when I say I'm getting you some shovels, and there just HAPPENS to be snow all around?" Then, upon seeing the four hobbits shaking their heads, "Whatever can you be thinking!?!"
"Well Longshanks, what are we gonna' be doin'? Asked Sam, unhappily.
"My name is Lilac! And we will be shoveling the snow off my driveway, like I've done down there. See?" She said, exasperated, pointing down to the end of the driveway, which was nicely shoveled, if she did say so herself. (which she did.)
"And then we get hot chocolate!" Piped Pippin.
"Yes, and I must say, that is the whole reason WHY I shovel. My mom makes the best hot chocolate this side of the Huron River!" Already, Lilac was beginning to like Pippin. He thought like her.
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Chapter 2: In which the hobbits arrive.
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"Bother. Bother, bother, bother." Lilac thought over and over. FWISH (shoveling sound), turn, throw. FWISH, turn, throw. FWISH, turn, throw. And so it went. . . for a little while. Lilac had just about done around one eighth of her driveway when all of a sudden there was a loud KAPUMP! behind her. "Oh bother." She thought. "I HATE it when lot's of snow falls from the roof. Whatever could the architect have been thinking!?!"
Turning, she stopped in mind mental complaint. Lying in a pile upon one of Lilac's nicely done snow mounds, was four small hobbits. "Oh bother!" she said aloud this time. "You landed in a snow pile in the middle of winter, poorly dressed, and with NO shoes on. . . Whatever could you be thinking!?!"
"Umm. . . Hi!" Merry greeted her. "My name's Merry."
"I'm Pippin." Put in Pippin. "Do you have any food." Lilac gave Pippin a look, and then moved her eyes along to the next hobbit in line.
"I'm Frodo." Frodo said, of course. He fingered the ring, but resisted the urge to put it on. For some reason, the pull of the ring was less in this Snow Goddess's realm.
"Have at you Longshanks!" Yelled Sam. Lilac gave him a pitting look, yet her eye's also seemed to say 'Oh you poor, dumb soul'. Sam quickly composed himself with a prod from Frodo and said. "I'm sorry, my name's Sam."
"Ah huh. . . So uhh. . . exactly where are you guys from?" Asked Lilac.
"We, oh Snow Goddess, are from the Shire, located in Middle Earth. Are you familiar with that land?" Asked Frodo.
"Umm. . . No. . . I'm not familiar with the Shire or. . . Middle Earth. You guys are weird. Oh, and I'm not a Snow Goddess. Name's Lilac." She threw out her hand.
Unfortunately, Sam thought she was threatening him, and shouted again, "Have at you, Longshanks!"
"I am not a Longshanks, whatever that is. My name is Lilac! I was just greeting you, that's all! No need to through a fit! Gesh! Can't a girl be polite these days?"
Frodo, Merry, and Pippin grasped her still outstretched hand. "We're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"Lilac."
"Yes, we're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"Lilac!"
"Uh huh, we're terribly sorry Snow Goddess-"
"AHHHH!!!!" Poor Lilac shouted. Oh alas for her! She had never heard of Lord of the Rings, how was she to cope with the hobbits now appearing while she attempted to shovel the driveway!?! "Bother! Why must you call my Snow Goddess when my NAME is Lilac!?! What can you be thinking!?!
"We're sorry. . . Ma'am. . .for Sam. . . He's awful protective." The three hobbits managed out at last. Alas for them, they had never been to Michigan, had never seen the wrath of a fifteen year old girl who had been trapped inside all winter, and. . . had never experienced the utter determination of this particular girl, their Snow Goddess, Lilac.
After a long pause, Lilac finally said, "Okay, follow me. I'm gonna get you some shovels. After that, we can have some hot chocolate." (This was followed by a burst of joyful sounds from all four hobbits, but lasted longest from Pippin.)
"What are we to do Snow Godde- I mean, Lilac. . . Ma'am?" Asked Merry.
Lilac turned to face him. "Bother!" She said. "You don't know what to do when I say I'm getting you some shovels, and there just HAPPENS to be snow all around?" Then, upon seeing the four hobbits shaking their heads, "Whatever can you be thinking!?!"
"Well Longshanks, what are we gonna' be doin'? Asked Sam, unhappily.
"My name is Lilac! And we will be shoveling the snow off my driveway, like I've done down there. See?" She said, exasperated, pointing down to the end of the driveway, which was nicely shoveled, if she did say so herself. (which she did.)
"And then we get hot chocolate!" Piped Pippin.
"Yes, and I must say, that is the whole reason WHY I shovel. My mom makes the best hot chocolate this side of the Huron River!" Already, Lilac was beginning to like Pippin. He thought like her.