Suilad again everyone out there who is one of the nice past, present, or future reviewers of my fic. Okay, last chapter, they went to Bree, they stayed at the Prancing Pony, Nimrodel won a race against a bunch of guys (^-^), the discovery of big-tent-thingys (don't worry Jess, you'll get one eventually), and they are now looking for the where-about-s of Bilbo and Frodo (had to pull a Goldmember...just had to...). Sorry I wasn't able to get this chapter up too fast...end of term-simester exams/projects are a pain and take up so much time out of our normal fun schedules...what a pain in the ass they are...that and homework at that time of the school year too, they pile it on ya in such a way that it seems even INHUMANLY possible! And after all that CRAP (note how I emphasize crap) I ended up with a brain devoid of all ideas for this fic. But now we're okay (note the word 'we're'), and I'm getting back to it little by little. Well enough of my pre-chapter ranting, time for fic!!!!!
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"Are we there yet?"
"No Nimrodel, we aren't there yet."
"Are we there yet NOW?"
A twinge of impatience was growing in Aragorn's voice, "No, not until we see Bilbo and Frodo will we be there."
Nimrodel sensed this frustration and decided to wait a few minutes before asking innocently, "Now are we there yet?"
"Yes, NOW we are there; there they are right over by that big tree." {A/N: sorry Jess...I just had to do that...}
At the mention of a 'big tree' Nimrodel looked as if she just saw some famous person. "Big tree...where's the big tree, must see the big tree..." {pulling a Penelope Tate deal, like on the Amanda Show} After a few minutes she realized that the 'big tree' was pretty much right in front of her. "BIG TREE!!!!!!" Nimrodel ran up to the tree and tightly embraced it.
"Tree-hugger..."
At this remark, Nimrodel stuck her tongue out at Azerith. "At least I didn't french kiss a pillow in my sleep..." Azerith turned a bright red at this come-back while muttering, "Did not...it was the matress..." Apparently Nimrodel had heard it, she started laughing, "Well, that just makes it even better now doesn't it!!!!!" Azerith turned an even deeper shade of red at this remark. To attempt to change the subject, he went and tried to get her away from the tree. "Nimrodel, the others are already almost to Bag End!" Nimrodel automatically let go of the tree and dashed towards the little specks that were Aragorn, Frodo, Legolas, and Bilbo; she seemed to have the notion that Azerith wanted a turn with the tree...and maybe some 'alone time' with it...(^-^)
When Nimrodel caught up with them, she only took a moment to regain her composure and catch her breath. "Where's Azerith, I thought he was with you?"
"Well Aragorn, I think he wanted some 'alone time' with the tree (^-^), he should be here any minute now (unless he wanted to spend a bit more time with the tree than she had originally thought...^-^). Aragorn and Legolas thought that they completely understood this statement and looked at her like she was weird/sick-minded. "I'm kidding, jeez you guys are sick!"
"I could understand if you were talking about Aragorn, but Elves don't get sick."
At this remark Nimrodel sighed and shook her head. "I didn't mean literally! I meant it figuratively! It's called sarcasm." ~dumb-ass...~ Soon after she said this, Azerith came over panting his ass off. "Hey Azerith, was the tree too much for ya?" Nimrodel said in a way that was easy to tell she was being sarcastic (that is, if the people around were versed in it). Of course, Middle Earth isn't really very learned in sarcasm, so they thought he had actually found a way to make love to the tree. Nimrodel realized this rather quickly when she saw the face Frodo was making. "I was kidding again, you know, trying to get on his nerves...he didn't REALLY do the tree!" The guys looked rather relieved when she said this.
The Sun had went down in the West, yet lights still shone through the night...there is only one word to describe why this was: PARTY!!!!!!! All of the Fellowship (minus Boromir, he's still dead) were there. It started with a bang (what else would you expect, Gandalf's there) and a load of cheering from all the hobbits, the dwarf, the...well, let's call them mortals, and the Elves, but mostly from the hobbits. There was eating and dancing and drinking and eating and speech while some still ate and drank. This speech was made by both Bilbo and Frodo (not just Bilbo). "Hello my dear hobbits, and Frodo's friends." At this point, the Fellowship felt rather degraded at being labeled as 'Frodo's friends'. "Today is my 189th birthday...and Frodo is 111, as old as I was the last time we had a big party like this!" The hobbits started being happy again (probably because they like short, spasmotic sentences {that word's in my vocabulary book...}); when they quieted down again, Frodo started speaking.
"We are very pleased that you all came, and hope that you're having a good time. Now I think that we've finished talking, so keep, well, having fun!...I guess..." As they finished, the hobbits cheered louder than before and started to party again. Even the Fellowship started dancing once Nimrodel felt she had made a complete ass of herself. Of course, this was after Frodo had made even more of an ass of himself by dancing like a chicken...again. {A/N: I understand that some people probably liked Frodo dancing at the party, but it just wouldn't look right, or be right for that matter, for an 111 year old Frodo to be dancing like that now would it? Just thought I'd clarify that before I got any flames for that.} This time, Sam had no problem dancing with Rosie, at least he shouldn't, he's married to her for cryin' out loud. Unfortunately, Merry and Pippin (who are still the tallest hobbits in the Shire) stole another firecracker, and then were able to get away with setting off a second one before they were caught by Gandalf...again. It looked to Nimrodel that Gimli was trying to hook up with some of the hobbit-ladies (she laughed to herself at the sight of it). Aragorn was trying to be a gentleman and was dancing with some of the littler hobbit-girls (that'd be funny to see, wouldn't it). Legolas tried doing that too, but he stopped and watched the others (most of the time his eyes drifted towards Nimrodel...hmmm, I wonder why...{I think it's a plot-twist, but I'm not sure...}^-^). The party lasted late into the night and everyone had finally left early in the morning. The guests were all either very tired or passed out right where they were. The Fellowship (except the hobbits, they were able to go home)(and Nimrodel and Azerith) were staying at the Green Dragon (and had to duck down a little whenever they went in, except Gimli, 'cause he's kinda short), which is exactly where Legolas had the duty (or as he saw it, privilege) of carrying Nimrodel because she fell asleep {see note at end} the next time she sat down (she had been up pretty much the whole time, which is a pretty long time). He was startled when she said that if he even thought of trying anything, he'd be kicked 'Right in the Nuts' so hard they wouldn't be distinguishable as what they were or are; he took it seriously (which was probably a good thing) and left her in her room, using his Elven ability to be silent to his advantage (to make sure what she had said didn't become his near future).
The next morning, actually it was midday, everyone blearily woke, moving slowly, as if they had been up until the early hours of the morning (which they had been). Breakfast, lunch, and all the other meals that hobbits eat in-between were served all at once. They could barely finish breakfast and lunch that close together, and they almost lost their food when they saw how Nimrodel ate, even the hobbits were surprised! "Has she always eaten this much this fast, or is it because of partying all night."
"I must say Aragorn, I've seen her eat half a pizza in about an hour and a half, but I have absolutely no clue how she can eat like that..."
"Well, she may be an Elf, but she certainly has the stomach of a hobbit, and I doubt any of you will disagree with me."
"Well said Legolas, by the way Azerith, what's a pizza?"
"I'll explain it to you later Aragorn, I think I'll lose my food if I talk about it any more right now."
Once everyone had gotten ready for the trip back towards Rivendell (they knew they were going at least that far, after that was anyone's guess) they went back to see if Nimrodel had finished eating. Their jaws dropped when they saw hundreds of dishes/bowls piled on the table, all were empty. Nimrodel sat behind this mound of stoneware, tipping the last drops of her drink down their trip to her stomach. She held back a burp (to be polite), said thank you and that the food was great, said sorry in advance for the extra dish washing, and found a path to the other side of the plates where the guys were waiting. "Are you finished, or are you going back for seconds, we have to go soon."
"Who said I was having seconds, I have my seconds and any other helpings all at once. You don't have to be so rude about me filling myself."
~I'm surprised she isn't about to burst...~ "Alright, I'm sorry, are you ready to go?"
"Of course I'm ready, why wouldn't I be, the only thing that would hold us up is you guys not being ready or forgeting something."
This very short altercation soon ended and they were on their way, this time joined by Gimli, who was going back that way too. All the hobbits (and Gandalf) were waving goodbye to them as they walked down the road towards whatever may be waiting for them.
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Well, that's my 6th chapter, and I personally think it could have been a HELL of a lot better than I think it turned out (see if you can understand that). It'll probably take just as long, if not longer or shorter, to put up the next chapter (vocab. projects suck...more than eggs, but not ST{I'm sure my friends will know what that stands for}). Hope you like chapter, even though there wasn't much fun in it, even though it was really long. Ow, my brain hurts, need...something...to do...that...doesn't...involve...thinking...Oh yeah, you people need to help me think of song-fic; I put lyrics on my bio, you people e-mail me where I tell you to if you have suggestions, I find and read suggestions,hopefully get to writing song-fics, and all is right in the world. That sounds pretty simple, don't it? I'd really appreciate it. If you want, you can put suggestions in review (I am SO smart!).
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"Are we there yet?"
"No Nimrodel, we aren't there yet."
"Are we there yet NOW?"
A twinge of impatience was growing in Aragorn's voice, "No, not until we see Bilbo and Frodo will we be there."
Nimrodel sensed this frustration and decided to wait a few minutes before asking innocently, "Now are we there yet?"
"Yes, NOW we are there; there they are right over by that big tree." {A/N: sorry Jess...I just had to do that...}
At the mention of a 'big tree' Nimrodel looked as if she just saw some famous person. "Big tree...where's the big tree, must see the big tree..." {pulling a Penelope Tate deal, like on the Amanda Show} After a few minutes she realized that the 'big tree' was pretty much right in front of her. "BIG TREE!!!!!!" Nimrodel ran up to the tree and tightly embraced it.
"Tree-hugger..."
At this remark, Nimrodel stuck her tongue out at Azerith. "At least I didn't french kiss a pillow in my sleep..." Azerith turned a bright red at this come-back while muttering, "Did not...it was the matress..." Apparently Nimrodel had heard it, she started laughing, "Well, that just makes it even better now doesn't it!!!!!" Azerith turned an even deeper shade of red at this remark. To attempt to change the subject, he went and tried to get her away from the tree. "Nimrodel, the others are already almost to Bag End!" Nimrodel automatically let go of the tree and dashed towards the little specks that were Aragorn, Frodo, Legolas, and Bilbo; she seemed to have the notion that Azerith wanted a turn with the tree...and maybe some 'alone time' with it...(^-^)
When Nimrodel caught up with them, she only took a moment to regain her composure and catch her breath. "Where's Azerith, I thought he was with you?"
"Well Aragorn, I think he wanted some 'alone time' with the tree (^-^), he should be here any minute now (unless he wanted to spend a bit more time with the tree than she had originally thought...^-^). Aragorn and Legolas thought that they completely understood this statement and looked at her like she was weird/sick-minded. "I'm kidding, jeez you guys are sick!"
"I could understand if you were talking about Aragorn, but Elves don't get sick."
At this remark Nimrodel sighed and shook her head. "I didn't mean literally! I meant it figuratively! It's called sarcasm." ~dumb-ass...~ Soon after she said this, Azerith came over panting his ass off. "Hey Azerith, was the tree too much for ya?" Nimrodel said in a way that was easy to tell she was being sarcastic (that is, if the people around were versed in it). Of course, Middle Earth isn't really very learned in sarcasm, so they thought he had actually found a way to make love to the tree. Nimrodel realized this rather quickly when she saw the face Frodo was making. "I was kidding again, you know, trying to get on his nerves...he didn't REALLY do the tree!" The guys looked rather relieved when she said this.
The Sun had went down in the West, yet lights still shone through the night...there is only one word to describe why this was: PARTY!!!!!!! All of the Fellowship (minus Boromir, he's still dead) were there. It started with a bang (what else would you expect, Gandalf's there) and a load of cheering from all the hobbits, the dwarf, the...well, let's call them mortals, and the Elves, but mostly from the hobbits. There was eating and dancing and drinking and eating and speech while some still ate and drank. This speech was made by both Bilbo and Frodo (not just Bilbo). "Hello my dear hobbits, and Frodo's friends." At this point, the Fellowship felt rather degraded at being labeled as 'Frodo's friends'. "Today is my 189th birthday...and Frodo is 111, as old as I was the last time we had a big party like this!" The hobbits started being happy again (probably because they like short, spasmotic sentences {that word's in my vocabulary book...}); when they quieted down again, Frodo started speaking.
"We are very pleased that you all came, and hope that you're having a good time. Now I think that we've finished talking, so keep, well, having fun!...I guess..." As they finished, the hobbits cheered louder than before and started to party again. Even the Fellowship started dancing once Nimrodel felt she had made a complete ass of herself. Of course, this was after Frodo had made even more of an ass of himself by dancing like a chicken...again. {A/N: I understand that some people probably liked Frodo dancing at the party, but it just wouldn't look right, or be right for that matter, for an 111 year old Frodo to be dancing like that now would it? Just thought I'd clarify that before I got any flames for that.} This time, Sam had no problem dancing with Rosie, at least he shouldn't, he's married to her for cryin' out loud. Unfortunately, Merry and Pippin (who are still the tallest hobbits in the Shire) stole another firecracker, and then were able to get away with setting off a second one before they were caught by Gandalf...again. It looked to Nimrodel that Gimli was trying to hook up with some of the hobbit-ladies (she laughed to herself at the sight of it). Aragorn was trying to be a gentleman and was dancing with some of the littler hobbit-girls (that'd be funny to see, wouldn't it). Legolas tried doing that too, but he stopped and watched the others (most of the time his eyes drifted towards Nimrodel...hmmm, I wonder why...{I think it's a plot-twist, but I'm not sure...}^-^). The party lasted late into the night and everyone had finally left early in the morning. The guests were all either very tired or passed out right where they were. The Fellowship (except the hobbits, they were able to go home)(and Nimrodel and Azerith) were staying at the Green Dragon (and had to duck down a little whenever they went in, except Gimli, 'cause he's kinda short), which is exactly where Legolas had the duty (or as he saw it, privilege) of carrying Nimrodel because she fell asleep {see note at end} the next time she sat down (she had been up pretty much the whole time, which is a pretty long time). He was startled when she said that if he even thought of trying anything, he'd be kicked 'Right in the Nuts' so hard they wouldn't be distinguishable as what they were or are; he took it seriously (which was probably a good thing) and left her in her room, using his Elven ability to be silent to his advantage (to make sure what she had said didn't become his near future).
The next morning, actually it was midday, everyone blearily woke, moving slowly, as if they had been up until the early hours of the morning (which they had been). Breakfast, lunch, and all the other meals that hobbits eat in-between were served all at once. They could barely finish breakfast and lunch that close together, and they almost lost their food when they saw how Nimrodel ate, even the hobbits were surprised! "Has she always eaten this much this fast, or is it because of partying all night."
"I must say Aragorn, I've seen her eat half a pizza in about an hour and a half, but I have absolutely no clue how she can eat like that..."
"Well, she may be an Elf, but she certainly has the stomach of a hobbit, and I doubt any of you will disagree with me."
"Well said Legolas, by the way Azerith, what's a pizza?"
"I'll explain it to you later Aragorn, I think I'll lose my food if I talk about it any more right now."
Once everyone had gotten ready for the trip back towards Rivendell (they knew they were going at least that far, after that was anyone's guess) they went back to see if Nimrodel had finished eating. Their jaws dropped when they saw hundreds of dishes/bowls piled on the table, all were empty. Nimrodel sat behind this mound of stoneware, tipping the last drops of her drink down their trip to her stomach. She held back a burp (to be polite), said thank you and that the food was great, said sorry in advance for the extra dish washing, and found a path to the other side of the plates where the guys were waiting. "Are you finished, or are you going back for seconds, we have to go soon."
"Who said I was having seconds, I have my seconds and any other helpings all at once. You don't have to be so rude about me filling myself."
~I'm surprised she isn't about to burst...~ "Alright, I'm sorry, are you ready to go?"
"Of course I'm ready, why wouldn't I be, the only thing that would hold us up is you guys not being ready or forgeting something."
This very short altercation soon ended and they were on their way, this time joined by Gimli, who was going back that way too. All the hobbits (and Gandalf) were waving goodbye to them as they walked down the road towards whatever may be waiting for them.
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Well, that's my 6th chapter, and I personally think it could have been a HELL of a lot better than I think it turned out (see if you can understand that). It'll probably take just as long, if not longer or shorter, to put up the next chapter (vocab. projects suck...more than eggs, but not ST{I'm sure my friends will know what that stands for}). Hope you like chapter, even though there wasn't much fun in it, even though it was really long. Ow, my brain hurts, need...something...to do...that...doesn't...involve...thinking...Oh yeah, you people need to help me think of song-fic; I put lyrics on my bio, you people e-mail me where I tell you to if you have suggestions, I find and read suggestions,hopefully get to writing song-fics, and all is right in the world. That sounds pretty simple, don't it? I'd really appreciate it. If you want, you can put suggestions in review (I am SO smart!).