Hello again everybody!!!!! I just got done reading these stories of
people getting to meet the great all-mighty Demon of Screamin', more
commonly known as Steven Tyler, and am now thinking of the cool (yet
unrealistic) story that I might be able to put up there with them (goes off
into glazed-over-look-on-face-dreaming-of-actually-meeting-really-cool-
dudes (aka Steven Tyler and the rest of Aerosmith)-sequence)...Oh yeah,
anyway. This is good ol' chapter number 8 (hey, I just realized that
numerologically, Steven Tyler's birthday {meaning the actual day, which is
26} equals 8...I can be SO annoying...), and in the last chapter nothing
really happened besides walking and the close encounter of the smelly kind
(^-^ play off Speilberg flick). I'm tired of ranting now (I must be
sick...oh wait, I am sick...never mind)...so I'll try to make this chapter
better (note the word 'try' in that sentence)...
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It was raining as the, let's see...one...two...three...oh, okay, the five travelers (let's call them travelers) came to the big wall surrounding Bree. The way that it's always raining at Bree whenever they get there kinda makes you think it never stops raining there, doesn't it. Anyway, they were right outside the big door, which was in height still no match for the big tree (if you read the chapter before the chapter before this, meaning chapter 6, then you'll know what I'm talking about). Nimrodel was running towards the door when she slipped on a puddle of mud (no reference to the band) and slid all the way to the door, only stopping when she ran into it. This had apparently been just as good as knocking, because a little sliding peeky-hole-type-door-thing opened and a wet face peered through.
"Where are yeh goin', and what's yer business coming here to Bree, and be quick about it, I don't like this weather as much as you do."
"Well, we were going to stay at the Prancing Pony for the night on our way back towards the East. Oh, and I actually happen to find this weather quite nice thank you...very warm and sunny with a cool breeze..."
At the end of Nimrodel's statement, the guard peering through the little window-thing gave her a strange look. "She is thoroughly convinced that there is no rain...please don't ask why, even SHE doesn't know..."
"Thanks fer tellin' ol' George that young lad." he was talking to Azerith (young lad...that sounds pretty retarded coming from something that I'm writing, but it'll have to do). "By the way, if yeh don't mind my askin', you look rather familiar, like I've seen yeh before..."
Nimrodel at this point got a half-decent look at him. "I remember you!!!" The four guys all looked at her oddly and in curiosity to see who this person was that she remembered. "You're the guy that was at the other big door when we were coming through to get to the party!" Nimrodel had just then saw the faces of the guys turn to looks of remembering something from the kind of look you get from someone when they think you have a crush on someone or were a 'bed friend' of the person that was being talked about. "No you guys, nothing like that has happened, is happening, or will ever happen, and you better learn that damn quick, or you'll find a big pointy stick up your ass one morning in the near future...and that I can promise." The guys, at this point, had fear going through them, fear for their own well-being. They all nodded nervously that they would learn very quickly and understood what would happen if they didn't. "Good." Nimrodel said this with a stern tone to her voice that suddenly changed to one of almost utter sweetness (note the word 'almost')(Nimrodel is good at that...). "So, now that you know what exactly we're going through Bree for and all that good stuff, can we go through the door now...please?" George then snapped back into the here and now (or what it was there) and opened the door for them. They walked in as George quickly closed the door behind them (or as fast as someone can with a huge door). As they were walking away, Nimrodel shouted back to George, "Thank you!" The guys looked as though they were beginning to think what exactly she was thanking him for, but then remembered the big pointy stick threat and wiped the looks off their faces before she saw them.
The five walked through the crowded, soggy streets of Bree attempting to stay together, and actually succeeding pretty well. They were very relieved (they meaning the guys) to get into the Inn where it wasn't raining; Nimrodel was thinking of what it would look like if it were raining inside the Inn and outside...and then thought of going outside later (all the smoke from the pipeweed was starting to get to her head...and that can't be good...). A few of the guys close to the door heard them come in and saw Nimrodel, which they found necessary to then double-take a few times. Nimrodel noticed this and rolled her eyes at their dumb amazement. ~these guys act like they've never seen a girl before, let alone a girl in a bar...it's not like they haven't seen me in here before...honestly, they need to learn to keep those looks hidden from the people that they're pointed at, they can be rather offending...DAMN! I'm rambling on about nothing to myself again, I really need to break that habbit~ {A/N: I know that many people will say that I misspelt habbit, but I'm spelling like that on purpose so that it's more like hobbit.}
Well, they all went up to the counter-thing to wait for Butterbur to show up and/or to stop being busy. They actually didn't have to wait that long (about five minutes). "Hello again Barliman, how go things here?"
It was then that Butterbur noticed they were there. "It's you!! Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here again so soon?"
"Well, the party's over and we're going back towards Rivendell. We felt that it would be polite to see you again."
"That was very thoughtful of you all to do that for old Butterbur, I appreciate it. You'll be wantin' some rooms, if I'm right in guessin', Nob...NOB!!! Get the nice, er, people a couple of rooms ready!!! I'm sure the other guests would like to talk to ya about that soirée Frodo and his uncle had. Your room'll be ready pretty soon if you want to turn in early."
They said thank-you and went off into the main part of the inn where the men and hobbits were watching them. They greeted eachother and started speaking of the party that had been heard of even in the farthest parts of Bree. After a while, Nimrodel was tired of being inside for two reasons. One, the pipeweed smoke was getting to her. Two, she already had to punch out three guys taller than her becuase they didn't understand what 'stop hitting on me or I'll hit you where you wouldn't want to be hit' meant. So Nimrodel walked out the door of the inn, followed by a bit of whistling, causing her to show them the bird.
::sigh:: "That's much better...no more ignorant basstards whistling at me like some Playboy girl or something...DAMN, I'm thinking about THAT world again!!!" After she was done yelling at herself and was in the middle of hitting her head against the inn she heard someone coming down the road (it was cobblestone-like, so it was easy to hear it). She waited until she sawthe figure of a horse and rider advancing down the street before saying anything. "Who is that..." She was answered with the noise of rattling breath. "What do you want..."
This time the voice of a Wraith answered her. "I have come for the ring...we sensed it here after searching the village of the halflings..." Nimrodel did not reply to this. "I sense that it is in your possession...if you give it to me now, I will not torture you before I kill you..."
Nimrodel backed up slightly, while she tried to reply loud enough for someone to hear her. "I have no clue as to what you are talking about, leave here now, or face the consequences." She drew the small dagger she had around her waist, though she knew it wouldn't help much against the full-sized sword the Wraith had.
It quickly advanced upon her; she side-stepped it and lodged the dagger into the Wraith's groin area (and trust me, the Wraith looked pretty 'sick' as in sick-minded). This caused the Wraith to shriek in pain and begin to twitch a little. Nimrodel went to retrieve her dagger in disgust, mentally scolding herself for not thinking about how it would look getting it back. The Wraith apparently had enough wits about itself to slit her arm with it's sword while she was recovering her dagger. She gasped through her teeth and recoiled her hand when this happened.
The door to the inn opened and a light shone from inside. Aragorn, Azerith, and Legolas quickly came out to see what had happened, Gimli following after them. "Nimrodel, are you alright?" Legolas then noticed the Wraith writhing on the ground. "What happened to that?!"
Nimrodel smiled bleakly, "Me...that's what happened to it...me..."
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Well, that's all for now. I had planned on them getting all the way to Imladris before ending the chapter, but one of my friends is very impatient. I hope that this chapter is better than some of the other ones that didn't tur out as well as I had hoped they would. Farewell, until the next chapter!
It was raining as the, let's see...one...two...three...oh, okay, the five travelers (let's call them travelers) came to the big wall surrounding Bree. The way that it's always raining at Bree whenever they get there kinda makes you think it never stops raining there, doesn't it. Anyway, they were right outside the big door, which was in height still no match for the big tree (if you read the chapter before the chapter before this, meaning chapter 6, then you'll know what I'm talking about). Nimrodel was running towards the door when she slipped on a puddle of mud (no reference to the band) and slid all the way to the door, only stopping when she ran into it. This had apparently been just as good as knocking, because a little sliding peeky-hole-type-door-thing opened and a wet face peered through.
"Where are yeh goin', and what's yer business coming here to Bree, and be quick about it, I don't like this weather as much as you do."
"Well, we were going to stay at the Prancing Pony for the night on our way back towards the East. Oh, and I actually happen to find this weather quite nice thank you...very warm and sunny with a cool breeze..."
At the end of Nimrodel's statement, the guard peering through the little window-thing gave her a strange look. "She is thoroughly convinced that there is no rain...please don't ask why, even SHE doesn't know..."
"Thanks fer tellin' ol' George that young lad." he was talking to Azerith (young lad...that sounds pretty retarded coming from something that I'm writing, but it'll have to do). "By the way, if yeh don't mind my askin', you look rather familiar, like I've seen yeh before..."
Nimrodel at this point got a half-decent look at him. "I remember you!!!" The four guys all looked at her oddly and in curiosity to see who this person was that she remembered. "You're the guy that was at the other big door when we were coming through to get to the party!" Nimrodel had just then saw the faces of the guys turn to looks of remembering something from the kind of look you get from someone when they think you have a crush on someone or were a 'bed friend' of the person that was being talked about. "No you guys, nothing like that has happened, is happening, or will ever happen, and you better learn that damn quick, or you'll find a big pointy stick up your ass one morning in the near future...and that I can promise." The guys, at this point, had fear going through them, fear for their own well-being. They all nodded nervously that they would learn very quickly and understood what would happen if they didn't. "Good." Nimrodel said this with a stern tone to her voice that suddenly changed to one of almost utter sweetness (note the word 'almost')(Nimrodel is good at that...). "So, now that you know what exactly we're going through Bree for and all that good stuff, can we go through the door now...please?" George then snapped back into the here and now (or what it was there) and opened the door for them. They walked in as George quickly closed the door behind them (or as fast as someone can with a huge door). As they were walking away, Nimrodel shouted back to George, "Thank you!" The guys looked as though they were beginning to think what exactly she was thanking him for, but then remembered the big pointy stick threat and wiped the looks off their faces before she saw them.
The five walked through the crowded, soggy streets of Bree attempting to stay together, and actually succeeding pretty well. They were very relieved (they meaning the guys) to get into the Inn where it wasn't raining; Nimrodel was thinking of what it would look like if it were raining inside the Inn and outside...and then thought of going outside later (all the smoke from the pipeweed was starting to get to her head...and that can't be good...). A few of the guys close to the door heard them come in and saw Nimrodel, which they found necessary to then double-take a few times. Nimrodel noticed this and rolled her eyes at their dumb amazement. ~these guys act like they've never seen a girl before, let alone a girl in a bar...it's not like they haven't seen me in here before...honestly, they need to learn to keep those looks hidden from the people that they're pointed at, they can be rather offending...DAMN! I'm rambling on about nothing to myself again, I really need to break that habbit~ {A/N: I know that many people will say that I misspelt habbit, but I'm spelling like that on purpose so that it's more like hobbit.}
Well, they all went up to the counter-thing to wait for Butterbur to show up and/or to stop being busy. They actually didn't have to wait that long (about five minutes). "Hello again Barliman, how go things here?"
It was then that Butterbur noticed they were there. "It's you!! Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here again so soon?"
"Well, the party's over and we're going back towards Rivendell. We felt that it would be polite to see you again."
"That was very thoughtful of you all to do that for old Butterbur, I appreciate it. You'll be wantin' some rooms, if I'm right in guessin', Nob...NOB!!! Get the nice, er, people a couple of rooms ready!!! I'm sure the other guests would like to talk to ya about that soirée Frodo and his uncle had. Your room'll be ready pretty soon if you want to turn in early."
They said thank-you and went off into the main part of the inn where the men and hobbits were watching them. They greeted eachother and started speaking of the party that had been heard of even in the farthest parts of Bree. After a while, Nimrodel was tired of being inside for two reasons. One, the pipeweed smoke was getting to her. Two, she already had to punch out three guys taller than her becuase they didn't understand what 'stop hitting on me or I'll hit you where you wouldn't want to be hit' meant. So Nimrodel walked out the door of the inn, followed by a bit of whistling, causing her to show them the bird.
::sigh:: "That's much better...no more ignorant basstards whistling at me like some Playboy girl or something...DAMN, I'm thinking about THAT world again!!!" After she was done yelling at herself and was in the middle of hitting her head against the inn she heard someone coming down the road (it was cobblestone-like, so it was easy to hear it). She waited until she sawthe figure of a horse and rider advancing down the street before saying anything. "Who is that..." She was answered with the noise of rattling breath. "What do you want..."
This time the voice of a Wraith answered her. "I have come for the ring...we sensed it here after searching the village of the halflings..." Nimrodel did not reply to this. "I sense that it is in your possession...if you give it to me now, I will not torture you before I kill you..."
Nimrodel backed up slightly, while she tried to reply loud enough for someone to hear her. "I have no clue as to what you are talking about, leave here now, or face the consequences." She drew the small dagger she had around her waist, though she knew it wouldn't help much against the full-sized sword the Wraith had.
It quickly advanced upon her; she side-stepped it and lodged the dagger into the Wraith's groin area (and trust me, the Wraith looked pretty 'sick' as in sick-minded). This caused the Wraith to shriek in pain and begin to twitch a little. Nimrodel went to retrieve her dagger in disgust, mentally scolding herself for not thinking about how it would look getting it back. The Wraith apparently had enough wits about itself to slit her arm with it's sword while she was recovering her dagger. She gasped through her teeth and recoiled her hand when this happened.
The door to the inn opened and a light shone from inside. Aragorn, Azerith, and Legolas quickly came out to see what had happened, Gimli following after them. "Nimrodel, are you alright?" Legolas then noticed the Wraith writhing on the ground. "What happened to that?!"
Nimrodel smiled bleakly, "Me...that's what happened to it...me..."
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Well, that's all for now. I had planned on them getting all the way to Imladris before ending the chapter, but one of my friends is very impatient. I hope that this chapter is better than some of the other ones that didn't tur out as well as I had hoped they would. Farewell, until the next chapter!