I'm sorry it's taken so long to update, I've moved into a new flat and am
busy data collecting for my dissertation so it's a busy time! Anyway,
thanks to all the new reviewers, and of course the old minions too! Hope
you are all still enjoying these; I'm certainly not finished yet! Here are
Merry's answers, and especially for Hydro the Dragon - if you're still
reading, Treebeard is next! Hope I do him justice for you! And how could I
forget Bilbo, Renaissance Grrl? Of course he's on the list! And LOTR
Sparkling Pippin - I MAY be able to Boromir, he's officially dead but I
have a plan for Gollum that might work for Boromir too - watch this space!
The wind had been fierce over the past few nights, and now the trees almost seemed to be huddled together to comfort each other from the brutal savaging. Not far from the outer edges, a fallen limb lay on the ground, and the air seemed filled with a faint groaning.
"Hush now." A great voice boomed loud. "Of all the centuries you have stood you have lost a branch before. Stop your complaining." Despite his harsh words Treebeard placed a comforting hand on the tree's trunk. "It will grow again."
A brief whispering among the branches caught the great Ent's attention. "Visitors approaching hoom? Who can they be?"
With only a few of his long strides he reached the boundaries of Fangorn, and caught sight of those who dared to enter his boarders. He recognised them immediately.
"Dear little folk, fair hobbits! How green and strong you look!"
"Treebeard!" Pippin was the first to run towards the Ent, with Merry not far behind. Both soon found themselves rising from the ground enclosed safely in a great hand so Treebeard could see them better.
"Pippin, and Merry. A pleasure to see you again. And you too, Master Elf, for it seems you kept your promise and brought your dwarven friend too." He smiled down at Legolas and Gimli. "Welcome all, welcome."
"To find any welcome in these trees is pleasant indeed." Gimli grumbled, not overjoyed to be returning to this forest, but Legolas laid a friendly hand upon his shoulder with a bright laugh.
"You have suffered less bright forests before, and with far less distinguished company that we now bear. Be cheered my friend." So elf and dwarf followed the large form of Treebeard chatting happily with a hobbit on each shoulder.
"Now I must give you this Treebeard," Merry said, holding out a letter to be grasped in the huge hand. "And ask that you read it after we have left you, and that you must reply; although I hate to, I urge you to use haste."
Treebeard laughed, a rich, deep echoing. "You hobbits, always so hasty! Yet I will do as you ask. Never before in all my years have I been given such instructions and you intrigue me little ones." The hand enclosed around the tiny envelope. "And now we must away to my nearby dwellings, for you must both require a little more Ent draft, for it seems to have done you the world of good. Perhaps our dwarven friend can also be persuaded to try a little hrum?"
Behind him, Gimli glowered at the walking tree and fingered his axe in silence.
All to soon it seemed to Treebeard that his friends must depart once more. Even the Dwarf seemed a little reluctant to depart, and the dear hobbits had shed many tears and made many promises to come back soon, then the forest was empty of their pleasant voices. As were his instructions, Treebeard brought forth the letter from where it had been safely kept and open the tiny envelope, peering at the small but neat hand. He 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 strange custom indeed." He mumbled quietly. "What has my little hobbit friend to say?" He read on.
Name: Meriadoc Brandybuck
Nicknames: Merry, The Magnificent
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? I would build a huge house in the middle of the Shire, big enough for all my dear friends to live.
What is your favourite place to be? Amongst friends with a good ale and plenty of food.
What is your least favourite place to be? The morning after! Other darker times should not be mentioned here.
What is the last good song you heard? Gandalf's rendition of the old Shire folk songs last night. Truly enjoyable.
What is your favourite colour? White. The opposite of the dark.
What is your favourite smell? I must agree with Pip and Gandalf; the smell of pipe weed. Although I find my thoughts drifting to King Theoden when I do, just as I promised. I miss him.
What is your favourite article of clothing? Can I say my shield of Rohan? It reminds me I was a King's Man. Otherwise my slippers.
What makes you angry? Being forgotten. I don't have much trouble with it nowadays, but it annoyed me rotten to be left behind some days.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I hear Pip's stomach rumbling from the next room, telling me it's time for breakfast.
Can you juggle? Only two frying pans and a few dishes when it's time to eat!
What would you hate to be left in a room with? The Black Riders. Even though I know they are gone, I've been much closer than I ever want to be to them again.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I'll say half full, and I don't ever want to be proved wrong!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? How bright everything looks, and what's for breakfast.
What is your favourite form of exercise? A walk to Bag-End.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? There's no particular hobbit lass at the moment, although Pip would say differently, but Estella's just a friend.
What have you got in your pocket? An invitation to a party at Bag End in a few days. Sam and Rosie wouldn't say what they're celebrating though.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Well, everyone I can think of has replied, so I shall say my good friend Treebeard in the hope he shall be hasty in his response.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? A very good friend of mine who I owe a lot too, Dernhelm. I would remind him to Lady Eowyn!
"Hoom." Was all that Treebeard could say. "Hoo, hrum and hoom again!" The concept was indeed strange to him, but the fact that Merry had personally delivered the letter made him all the more agreeable to the idea.
"How hasty I have become, hoom." He smiled to himself as he planned his answers. Still, there was no paper to be found in Fangorn, so picking up the fallen branch and a sharp rock, the Ent began to scratch the words into the dead wood.
"Name. Hrum, hrum, will it ever all fit on such a small parchment?"
But he made it fit.....
So Treebeard's answers are up next, and after that? We shall see! Apologies again for the delay, I'll try not to leave it so long next time!!
The wind had been fierce over the past few nights, and now the trees almost seemed to be huddled together to comfort each other from the brutal savaging. Not far from the outer edges, a fallen limb lay on the ground, and the air seemed filled with a faint groaning.
"Hush now." A great voice boomed loud. "Of all the centuries you have stood you have lost a branch before. Stop your complaining." Despite his harsh words Treebeard placed a comforting hand on the tree's trunk. "It will grow again."
A brief whispering among the branches caught the great Ent's attention. "Visitors approaching hoom? Who can they be?"
With only a few of his long strides he reached the boundaries of Fangorn, and caught sight of those who dared to enter his boarders. He recognised them immediately.
"Dear little folk, fair hobbits! How green and strong you look!"
"Treebeard!" Pippin was the first to run towards the Ent, with Merry not far behind. Both soon found themselves rising from the ground enclosed safely in a great hand so Treebeard could see them better.
"Pippin, and Merry. A pleasure to see you again. And you too, Master Elf, for it seems you kept your promise and brought your dwarven friend too." He smiled down at Legolas and Gimli. "Welcome all, welcome."
"To find any welcome in these trees is pleasant indeed." Gimli grumbled, not overjoyed to be returning to this forest, but Legolas laid a friendly hand upon his shoulder with a bright laugh.
"You have suffered less bright forests before, and with far less distinguished company that we now bear. Be cheered my friend." So elf and dwarf followed the large form of Treebeard chatting happily with a hobbit on each shoulder.
"Now I must give you this Treebeard," Merry said, holding out a letter to be grasped in the huge hand. "And ask that you read it after we have left you, and that you must reply; although I hate to, I urge you to use haste."
Treebeard laughed, a rich, deep echoing. "You hobbits, always so hasty! Yet I will do as you ask. Never before in all my years have I been given such instructions and you intrigue me little ones." The hand enclosed around the tiny envelope. "And now we must away to my nearby dwellings, for you must both require a little more Ent draft, for it seems to have done you the world of good. Perhaps our dwarven friend can also be persuaded to try a little hrum?"
Behind him, Gimli glowered at the walking tree and fingered his axe in silence.
All to soon it seemed to Treebeard that his friends must depart once more. Even the Dwarf seemed a little reluctant to depart, and the dear hobbits had shed many tears and made many promises to come back soon, then the forest was empty of their pleasant voices. As were his instructions, Treebeard brought forth the letter from where it had been safely kept and open the tiny envelope, peering at the small but neat hand. He 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 strange custom indeed." He mumbled quietly. "What has my little hobbit friend to say?" He read on.
Name: Meriadoc Brandybuck
Nicknames: Merry, The Magnificent
If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? I would build a huge house in the middle of the Shire, big enough for all my dear friends to live.
What is your favourite place to be? Amongst friends with a good ale and plenty of food.
What is your least favourite place to be? The morning after! Other darker times should not be mentioned here.
What is the last good song you heard? Gandalf's rendition of the old Shire folk songs last night. Truly enjoyable.
What is your favourite colour? White. The opposite of the dark.
What is your favourite smell? I must agree with Pip and Gandalf; the smell of pipe weed. Although I find my thoughts drifting to King Theoden when I do, just as I promised. I miss him.
What is your favourite article of clothing? Can I say my shield of Rohan? It reminds me I was a King's Man. Otherwise my slippers.
What makes you angry? Being forgotten. I don't have much trouble with it nowadays, but it annoyed me rotten to be left behind some days.
What time do you wake up in the morning? When I hear Pip's stomach rumbling from the next room, telling me it's time for breakfast.
Can you juggle? Only two frying pans and a few dishes when it's time to eat!
What would you hate to be left in a room with? The Black Riders. Even though I know they are gone, I've been much closer than I ever want to be to them again.
Is the goblet half empty or half full? I'll say half full, and I don't ever want to be proved wrong!
What is the first thing you think when you wake up? How bright everything looks, and what's for breakfast.
What is your favourite form of exercise? A walk to Bag-End.
Who do you have a crush on at the moment? There's no particular hobbit lass at the moment, although Pip would say differently, but Estella's just a friend.
What have you got in your pocket? An invitation to a party at Bag End in a few days. Sam and Rosie wouldn't say what they're celebrating though.
Who is most likely to respond to this letter? Well, everyone I can think of has replied, so I shall say my good friend Treebeard in the hope he shall be hasty in his response.
Who is least likely to respond to this letter? A very good friend of mine who I owe a lot too, Dernhelm. I would remind him to Lady Eowyn!
"Hoom." Was all that Treebeard could say. "Hoo, hrum and hoom again!" The concept was indeed strange to him, but the fact that Merry had personally delivered the letter made him all the more agreeable to the idea.
"How hasty I have become, hoom." He smiled to himself as he planned his answers. Still, there was no paper to be found in Fangorn, so picking up the fallen branch and a sharp rock, the Ent began to scratch the words into the dead wood.
"Name. Hrum, hrum, will it ever all fit on such a small parchment?"
But he made it fit.....
So Treebeard's answers are up next, and after that? We shall see! Apologies again for the delay, I'll try not to leave it so long next time!!