A busy weekend but I like to keep my readers happy! Well, here's Frodo, and
up next obviously is Faramir especially for SarWolf Snape – hope you like
him so far! And Gandalf, Pippin and Merry will be coming soon for Hydro the
Dragon, Paper Crane, Clover and my lovely minion Womba Warrior (An
unconventional love story being updated soon hopefully Womba).
Faramir stood before the fire for a few moments, staring into its flickering red depths, before his gaze shifted to his war-battered sword that now rested above the mantel.
"Regrettably my friend, I hope that you and I may never be companions again." With a heavy heart, he noted his sword's new companions: the swords of his brother and his father. "Well," he spoke to himself, "at least we three are united in some aspects. We have all hung up our weapons." The realisation saddened his heart.
"Faramir?" So lost in his thoughts, he did not hear the entrance of his beloved Eowyn until she called his name. The very sight of her was enough to shake such sad thoughts from him. He bestowed her with a smile.
"Eowyn."
"A letter has arrived for you. From the Shire." She said, holding the letter out to him. He took it from her, exchanging it for a brief kiss upon her fair hand. She smiled at him affectionately as he open the letter. Which read:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
A groan escaped him before he could make any move to stop it emerging. Immediately Eowyn clutched his arm. "What is it?"
"Another one." He told her as he held it out for her to see before reading it to her.
Name: Frodo Baggins
Nicknames: Ringbearer, Bag-Ender, Fro-Fro
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? Rivendell if Lord Elrond would approve, I find the Elves most soothing.
What is your favourite place to be? Sat out in the bright sunshine. Otherwise my bed.
What is your least favourite place to be? That foul dark land that I do not which to name.
What is the last good song you heard? A little ditty Sam made up about elves living in a window box. I must make notes of all his poetry; it really is quite good.
What is your favourite colour? The green of the grass when the sun shines upon it.
What is your favourite smell? Rosie's mushroom stew. Almost smells better than it tastes… almost, mind!
What is your favourite article of clothing? My bedclothes; goes with my favourite place to be.
What makes you angry? Selfish people who are not willing to help others.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I awake. I do so enjoy not having a reason to get up.
Can you juggle? Perhaps I should learn to fill my time.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? I'm sorry my friends, this question brings back far to many bad memories.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? Depends if it is leaving time at the rebuilt Green Dragon or not!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? Get it away from me! To discover it is merely my bed linen.
What is your favourite form of exercise? Exercise? After all the walking we did, I never want to exercise again thank you very much. The walk to the inn is quite far enough!
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Only Rosie for her mushroom stew. Although if Sam ever finds out I'm for it!
What have you got in your pocket? My hand usually.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Who is left who hasn't already sent it out? I shall say Pippin; he has grown rather restless recently and needs to pass the time.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? Whoever has already written it.
"Dearest hobbit." Eowyn exclaimed. "It is sad I only made his acquaintance for a short time; if he is anything like his kinfolk he is a most excellent fellow!"
"And judging by his letter also my dear." Faramir replied with a smile. "Although it seems his quest has left him with a few uncomfortable reminders."
"Then you must seek to cheer him with your reply mustn't you my love?" Eowyn's words were accompanied with a teasing smile.
"Surely you do not think I should succumb to this madness?" Faramir asked, astounded.
"Why not?" Eowyn replied. "Now, you sit and ponder your reply while I find you some paper." She placed a brief but loving kiss upon his lips and hurried from the room. Within a few moments she returned, and she watched and laughed as writing began to fill the page…
Faramir up next… and Frodo annoyingly doesn't have anything to get really angry about! Hope this is in character for him! Really should do some revision… n'ah.
Faramir stood before the fire for a few moments, staring into its flickering red depths, before his gaze shifted to his war-battered sword that now rested above the mantel.
"Regrettably my friend, I hope that you and I may never be companions again." With a heavy heart, he noted his sword's new companions: the swords of his brother and his father. "Well," he spoke to himself, "at least we three are united in some aspects. We have all hung up our weapons." The realisation saddened his heart.
"Faramir?" So lost in his thoughts, he did not hear the entrance of his beloved Eowyn until she called his name. The very sight of her was enough to shake such sad thoughts from him. He bestowed her with a smile.
"Eowyn."
"A letter has arrived for you. From the Shire." She said, holding the letter out to him. He took it from her, exchanging it for a brief kiss upon her fair hand. She smiled at him affectionately as he open the letter. Which read:
First make a copy of this letter and change the answers so they apply to you. Then send it to all the people you know. You may learn some interesting facts about your friends!
A groan escaped him before he could make any move to stop it emerging. Immediately Eowyn clutched his arm. "What is it?"
"Another one." He told her as he held it out for her to see before reading it to her.
Name: Frodo Baggins
Nicknames: Ringbearer, Bag-Ender, Fro-Fro
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? Rivendell if Lord Elrond would approve, I find the Elves most soothing.
What is your favourite place to be? Sat out in the bright sunshine. Otherwise my bed.
What is your least favourite place to be? That foul dark land that I do not which to name.
What is the last good song you heard? A little ditty Sam made up about elves living in a window box. I must make notes of all his poetry; it really is quite good.
What is your favourite colour? The green of the grass when the sun shines upon it.
What is your favourite smell? Rosie's mushroom stew. Almost smells better than it tastes… almost, mind!
What is your favourite article of clothing? My bedclothes; goes with my favourite place to be.
What makes you angry? Selfish people who are not willing to help others.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I awake. I do so enjoy not having a reason to get up.
Can you juggle? Perhaps I should learn to fill my time.
What would you hate to be left in a room with? I'm sorry my friends, this question brings back far to many bad memories.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? Depends if it is leaving time at the rebuilt Green Dragon or not!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? Get it away from me! To discover it is merely my bed linen.
What is your favourite form of exercise? Exercise? After all the walking we did, I never want to exercise again thank you very much. The walk to the inn is quite far enough!
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? Only Rosie for her mushroom stew. Although if Sam ever finds out I'm for it!
What have you got in your pocket? My hand usually.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Who is left who hasn't already sent it out? I shall say Pippin; he has grown rather restless recently and needs to pass the time.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? Whoever has already written it.
"Dearest hobbit." Eowyn exclaimed. "It is sad I only made his acquaintance for a short time; if he is anything like his kinfolk he is a most excellent fellow!"
"And judging by his letter also my dear." Faramir replied with a smile. "Although it seems his quest has left him with a few uncomfortable reminders."
"Then you must seek to cheer him with your reply mustn't you my love?" Eowyn's words were accompanied with a teasing smile.
"Surely you do not think I should succumb to this madness?" Faramir asked, astounded.
"Why not?" Eowyn replied. "Now, you sit and ponder your reply while I find you some paper." She placed a brief but loving kiss upon his lips and hurried from the room. Within a few moments she returned, and she watched and laughed as writing began to fill the page…
Faramir up next… and Frodo annoyingly doesn't have anything to get really angry about! Hope this is in character for him! Really should do some revision… n'ah.