Hey now everybody! This chapter might not be eventful...but it might be...if I put the party itself in it...I might, I might not...if I think it will be WAY too long if I do put it in, then it won't be in it...oh yeah, shoulda stated this before, I think I'm gonna use the British spellings of words (since Tolkien did...) Time to read (in my case write) story...fic...thing...^-^
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They were riding along, talking, having a good-old-time, etc. until they stopped in Bree (no real surprize there). It was Aragorn that decided this for them because he found that staying somewhere instead of camping would be a nice change from sleeping outside the entire trip. It was pretty late when they arrived at the gate into Bree. They were all drenched despite their cloaks; a torential downpour had started about five miles from there destination and seemed to follow them the rest of the way. At the gate, unfortunately for them, there was a tired looking old man that stopped them from coming through.
"What is your business here and why are you passing through Bree?"
Before any of the others could say anything, Aragorn answered. "We are passing through Bree on our way to see a friend of ours; we intend on staying at the Prancing Pony over night. If you have any problems with it, just let us know in a way that isn't so disrespectful." The man was about to say something when Aragorn stopped him. "And if you wish to know who we are, we are two of the fellowship from a long while back and they are some friends of ours."
The man then had a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, don't mind ol' George, he has to ask these sorts o' questions after dark...queer folk about now, yeh can never be too careful now can yeh...the Prancing Pony is down thataway if yeh needed to know..."
George then opened the gate and they bid him farewell as they walked down the street towards the Inn. Aragorn, while walking beside the others, thought to himself, ~little did George know that I already know where the Inn is...~
When they got to the door, they could hear the roudiness of the guests before they even opened it; when they did, they were almost bowled over by the wave of sound that rushed at them. Aragorn entered first, knowing that it was just the sound of loud drunkards, with the others following cautiously. As they walked up to the counter, some of the people (mostly Men and male hobbits) became silent at the sight of a girl in a bar (they didn't realize that Nimrodel was an Elf as of yet). The owner of the Inn came up, saw Aragorn, and gave a look of surprise. Since he was a little too shocked to speak at the moment, Aragorn spoke first. "Hello Barliman, business going as well as usual I hope."
"Strider! Or should I call you Elessar now..."
"Actually, I like people calling me Aragorn now, but around here Strider's perfectly fine...I'd actually prefer it, since everyone who's heard of me around here know me by that name."
"Oh, okay...so, what brings you here to this side of Middle Earth Strider?...you're not on one of those life-threatening, black-rider-bringing quests again, are you?"
"No Barliman, we're not. We're off to Frodo and Bilbo's birthday party."
"Ah, Frodo...such a gentle-hobbit...bought a good deal of ale from me recently...I did wonder why for a little...then I had to go serve these Breelanders and almost forgot how glad I was!"
Personally, Aragorn wasn't surprised, but he didn't say anything about that then or later. "Would it be possible for us to get a few rooms for the night and a place for our horses?"
"Of course!...That is, if most of you are hobbits. I've almost completely run out of rooms, and the only one left that would suit as a room is one of the parlours! If you really need it, I could get Nob to fix it up for yeh. Nob...NOB!!!!!! Get your sorry bum movin' and get that extra parlour set up for these nice people! He's been gettin' faster, but he's still a little too slow."
Nimrodel began to feel pretty sorry for Nob, she knew how bad mental and emotional abuse was...no! She can't go thinking about stuff in THAT world again. She left there to get away from it all, she can't go to remembering those bad things...that was her goal, and she's NOT going to keep herself from meeting it.
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"If yeh need anything else, just ring the bell and Nob'll be down here soon as he can."
They had a delicious meal in the room that they were to be staying in; it was the roomiest of all the parlours in the Prancing Pony. Nimrodel, being the only girl in the group, felt that she had to make something clear right then. "Okay, now that we're actually under a roof, I find that I need to be concerned about my well-being-"
"Why are you so worried, you know we won't hurt you!"
"This I understand, but if I find that you've been getting too close to me during the night, I WILL hurt whoever has violated my personal space."
At that point all three guys nodded very nervously as if they were really worried about what Nimrodel might do to them.
After they were done, they went to the main part of the Inn until they one by one became too tired to stay awake; once they were tired enough, they went down to the parlour for the night. The only one that didn't make it to the parlour before passing out was Nimrodel. Being very careful not to disturb her, Legolas carried her down.
The next morning, they woke up, had breakfast, and did all that morning stuff. They bid Barliman good-bye and set off again on their horses. After about half an hour, they got to a fork in the road, and they faced the decision of taking the main road or taking the dirt road that they didn't know as to where it would lead them.
"Okay, I think we should vote: main road or dirt road. I think we should take the main road."
"I will have to disagree with you, Aragorn. I think we should take the dirt road; I find we could use a little adventure now that we're so close to the Shire."
"And I will have to disagree with you, Legolas. I think we should take the main road, since we know that we'll make it in time for the party. It would be pretty stupid to show up after the party has already happened."
"I'll have to agree with Nimrodel; she does have a good reason."
"Then it is decided; we will take the main road."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~About Four Days Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The four had finally made it to the outskirts of the Shire. There they were once again stopped, this time by the boarder-patrol people...hobbits. Aragorn told them that they were friends of Bilbo and Frodo and had been invited to their party. Though they were rather puzzled as to why outsiders besides Gandalf would be invited, they let them pass.
It was only a few more minutes ride (actually more like a half hour) to Bag End. About a mile from the field where the party was being held they could see the top half of the main tent-thingy. It was at this point Nimrodel decided to propose a race to the tent-thingy. It was basically one of those 'last one there's a rotten egg' things. Of course, Aragorn and Legolas had a late start; they didn't quite understand it until they saw Nimrodel and Azerith running as fast as they could in the direction of the pointy-topped tent-thingy. Legolas, being an Elf, was able to catch up with Nimrodel, who had been a good five yards ahead of Azerith. Unfortunately for Legolas, he didn't feel too emotionally good after the race had been won...by Nimrodel. {A/N: I just HAD to have the girl win the thing...I had to...}
When all four were outside the big white gate (that had been reconstructed), they went about trying to get Aragorn to go before them (he was a little tired after running that far after sitting pretty idle for that long in Gondor). After a few minutes he had caught his breath and went to try and find Bilbo and Frodo.
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Well, that's all there is for right now. I decided that I was gonna put the party in the next chapter, as you can certainly tell. I can't really think of anything else to say (or write) right now, but see ya next chap.!^-^
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They were riding along, talking, having a good-old-time, etc. until they stopped in Bree (no real surprize there). It was Aragorn that decided this for them because he found that staying somewhere instead of camping would be a nice change from sleeping outside the entire trip. It was pretty late when they arrived at the gate into Bree. They were all drenched despite their cloaks; a torential downpour had started about five miles from there destination and seemed to follow them the rest of the way. At the gate, unfortunately for them, there was a tired looking old man that stopped them from coming through.
"What is your business here and why are you passing through Bree?"
Before any of the others could say anything, Aragorn answered. "We are passing through Bree on our way to see a friend of ours; we intend on staying at the Prancing Pony over night. If you have any problems with it, just let us know in a way that isn't so disrespectful." The man was about to say something when Aragorn stopped him. "And if you wish to know who we are, we are two of the fellowship from a long while back and they are some friends of ours."
The man then had a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "I'm terribly sorry, don't mind ol' George, he has to ask these sorts o' questions after dark...queer folk about now, yeh can never be too careful now can yeh...the Prancing Pony is down thataway if yeh needed to know..."
George then opened the gate and they bid him farewell as they walked down the street towards the Inn. Aragorn, while walking beside the others, thought to himself, ~little did George know that I already know where the Inn is...~
When they got to the door, they could hear the roudiness of the guests before they even opened it; when they did, they were almost bowled over by the wave of sound that rushed at them. Aragorn entered first, knowing that it was just the sound of loud drunkards, with the others following cautiously. As they walked up to the counter, some of the people (mostly Men and male hobbits) became silent at the sight of a girl in a bar (they didn't realize that Nimrodel was an Elf as of yet). The owner of the Inn came up, saw Aragorn, and gave a look of surprise. Since he was a little too shocked to speak at the moment, Aragorn spoke first. "Hello Barliman, business going as well as usual I hope."
"Strider! Or should I call you Elessar now..."
"Actually, I like people calling me Aragorn now, but around here Strider's perfectly fine...I'd actually prefer it, since everyone who's heard of me around here know me by that name."
"Oh, okay...so, what brings you here to this side of Middle Earth Strider?...you're not on one of those life-threatening, black-rider-bringing quests again, are you?"
"No Barliman, we're not. We're off to Frodo and Bilbo's birthday party."
"Ah, Frodo...such a gentle-hobbit...bought a good deal of ale from me recently...I did wonder why for a little...then I had to go serve these Breelanders and almost forgot how glad I was!"
Personally, Aragorn wasn't surprised, but he didn't say anything about that then or later. "Would it be possible for us to get a few rooms for the night and a place for our horses?"
"Of course!...That is, if most of you are hobbits. I've almost completely run out of rooms, and the only one left that would suit as a room is one of the parlours! If you really need it, I could get Nob to fix it up for yeh. Nob...NOB!!!!!! Get your sorry bum movin' and get that extra parlour set up for these nice people! He's been gettin' faster, but he's still a little too slow."
Nimrodel began to feel pretty sorry for Nob, she knew how bad mental and emotional abuse was...no! She can't go thinking about stuff in THAT world again. She left there to get away from it all, she can't go to remembering those bad things...that was her goal, and she's NOT going to keep herself from meeting it.
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"If yeh need anything else, just ring the bell and Nob'll be down here soon as he can."
They had a delicious meal in the room that they were to be staying in; it was the roomiest of all the parlours in the Prancing Pony. Nimrodel, being the only girl in the group, felt that she had to make something clear right then. "Okay, now that we're actually under a roof, I find that I need to be concerned about my well-being-"
"Why are you so worried, you know we won't hurt you!"
"This I understand, but if I find that you've been getting too close to me during the night, I WILL hurt whoever has violated my personal space."
At that point all three guys nodded very nervously as if they were really worried about what Nimrodel might do to them.
After they were done, they went to the main part of the Inn until they one by one became too tired to stay awake; once they were tired enough, they went down to the parlour for the night. The only one that didn't make it to the parlour before passing out was Nimrodel. Being very careful not to disturb her, Legolas carried her down.
The next morning, they woke up, had breakfast, and did all that morning stuff. They bid Barliman good-bye and set off again on their horses. After about half an hour, they got to a fork in the road, and they faced the decision of taking the main road or taking the dirt road that they didn't know as to where it would lead them.
"Okay, I think we should vote: main road or dirt road. I think we should take the main road."
"I will have to disagree with you, Aragorn. I think we should take the dirt road; I find we could use a little adventure now that we're so close to the Shire."
"And I will have to disagree with you, Legolas. I think we should take the main road, since we know that we'll make it in time for the party. It would be pretty stupid to show up after the party has already happened."
"I'll have to agree with Nimrodel; she does have a good reason."
"Then it is decided; we will take the main road."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~About Four Days Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The four had finally made it to the outskirts of the Shire. There they were once again stopped, this time by the boarder-patrol people...hobbits. Aragorn told them that they were friends of Bilbo and Frodo and had been invited to their party. Though they were rather puzzled as to why outsiders besides Gandalf would be invited, they let them pass.
It was only a few more minutes ride (actually more like a half hour) to Bag End. About a mile from the field where the party was being held they could see the top half of the main tent-thingy. It was at this point Nimrodel decided to propose a race to the tent-thingy. It was basically one of those 'last one there's a rotten egg' things. Of course, Aragorn and Legolas had a late start; they didn't quite understand it until they saw Nimrodel and Azerith running as fast as they could in the direction of the pointy-topped tent-thingy. Legolas, being an Elf, was able to catch up with Nimrodel, who had been a good five yards ahead of Azerith. Unfortunately for Legolas, he didn't feel too emotionally good after the race had been won...by Nimrodel. {A/N: I just HAD to have the girl win the thing...I had to...}
When all four were outside the big white gate (that had been reconstructed), they went about trying to get Aragorn to go before them (he was a little tired after running that far after sitting pretty idle for that long in Gondor). After a few minutes he had caught his breath and went to try and find Bilbo and Frodo.
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Well, that's all there is for right now. I decided that I was gonna put the party in the next chapter, as you can certainly tell. I can't really think of anything else to say (or write) right now, but see ya next chap.!^-^