Author's Note: Just to warn everyone, this chapter is FLUFFY! Fluffy
fluffy fluffly fluffy...if you want funny, you can skip it if you
want...but it is a major part of the plot! FLUFFY FLUFFY FLUFFY...any way,
just read the story!
Frodo Friday
Chapter 8 Something in His Eyes
English continued on uneventfully for a few minutes. We were taking notes out of our grammar book. YAWN.
Then the well-known tapping began on my shoulder. "Yes, Frodo?" I asked. I noticed a pained look on his face.
"Bath...room..." he moaned. Oops - that's right - I promised him I'd take him this period. I raised my hand and asked Mr. Osbald if I could take 'Fred' to the little boy's room. He said yes. Yanking Frodo out of his seat by his wrist, I stormed out through the door. Once outside, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks buddy," I told the hobbit.
Taking this for sarcasm, Frodo cringed and mumbled "sorry."
I laughed. "No - I was serious! Taking notes is awful work. I'm glad I could get out of it. Now...should we use the guy's room or the girl's room?"
"Whatever," he said. "But I'm a guy..."
"Well, you've been in the girl's bathroom two times already today, so I guess it's OK. Anyway, I'll be able to make sure that you won't fall into the toilet."
"Sure," he replied. We started walking down the hall.
"So, do you like it here?" I asked him.
"It's OK." Something didn't seem right. The normally cheery, happy hobbit just...wasn't. It wasn't that he seemed depressed, just...confused.
"What's the matter?" I asked as I turned the handle of the girl's room. Luckily it was empty. "I mean, you're just not acting...yourself." The door slammed behind us as we walked inside.
"It's just..." he said, "it's just...did you really have a dream about me?" I nodded. "Well..." he continued, "what was it about?"
"I told you," I stated, "you can't control what happens in your dreams."
"Just say it."
"Well..." I paused and took a breath. "You and Pop Tart were...well...pampering me. I threw you in the closet because I was mad with myself for letting you fall in love with Nina. I looked in the closet and - "
"Huh?" the hobbit cut me off. "You were mad with yourself for letting me fall in love with Nina?"
I plopped myself onto the floor and put my back against the wall and my head in my hands. Me and my big mouth. Now I've said too much. Well, I'd have to live with it. "Yeah," I mumbled as I pulled my head out of my hands.
Frodo knelt down on the floor next to me and looked at me with concerned eyes. Our faces were a foot apart. "Wow..." he sighed.
"Yeah, you can hate me if you want," I grumbled. Then there was one of those pauses...the uncomfortable ones that make you squirm wherever you're sitting.
I looked up into his endless blue eyes. The lights from the ceiling shone in them like stars in an evening sky. There was a strange look in them, one that I don't think I had ever seen. It was a mixture of concern, confusion, and...well, I couldn't tell what it was. The skin on his face was smooth as butter and flawless. The curls in his hair...each one was a ray of light, flickering on and off as they danced on his head. His lips were delicate and smooth. His face was just...perfect. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was if there was an imaginary magnetic force, pulling my eyes to his.
Just then, I became aware of the fact that his hand had come to rest on mine. I glanced down, then back up into his eyes. He looked back into mine. Suddenly his hand moved as he turned my hand over and clasped it tightly in his.
I then became aware of the fact that I wasn't breathing. Taking a breath, I tried to search through the depths of eyes...searching, for that something that was there before...what was it? I still couldn't tell.
All of a sudden, I felt the two of us leaning towards each other. If we moved in just six more inches, our noses would have been touching. I could hear his muffled breaths...I could smell the earthy smell radiating from the shirt on his back ...I felt his glance penetrating the air like a knife would cut a stick of butter. The eyes...the eyes...
I tumbled into the deep abyss of his eyes, the portals into his soul. Lost, I searched...
I suddenly understood what that other ingredient in the mixture of his eyes was.
He leaned over and kissed me.
It was the most amazing sensation that I ever felt. It wasn't even like a full-blown make out....or anything incredibly...you know...SEXUAL...just short and sweet. But I could tell it MEANT something...it wasn't just empty...it was like a budding daisy after a horrible storm. Actually...better. It was undescribable. Something like a wave of passion, sweeping over my body, ridding it of every thing that was ever there before.
I sat back, somewhat stunned. Frodo loved Nina, I knew that. Then why did he kiss me?
Frodo looked stunned as well. "I can't believe I just did that..." he stuttered.
"Me neither..." I said. "But it was..." I paused, not sure if I should say it or not. I did. "...amazing."
Now Frodo looked up at me. I could tell he was searching my eyes as I had his before...but I couldn't tell what he was looking for.
Maybe he was looking for an answer. An answer, to the inner battle raging on within his heart.
Just then he slowly raised his hand and placed it on the side of my neck. Now his eyes were glassier...his heart was defiantly ripped, like a sheet of tissue paper, in two.
"Emily..." he sighed.
"I know," I whispered.
"I can't..."
"It's OK," I told him. "You make whatever decision you think is best."
He shook his head in agony and looked at the floor. The pained look on his face told me that it wasn't as easy as it sounded. I had never seen such blue eyes look so upset. It was...depressing. I wanted to cry. Why should my dearest Frodo be in such pain? This was horrible.
Right there, on the bathroom floor, I fainted.
Author's Note: I'm sooooo sorry to all of you guys who were looking for funny stuff this chapter, but I had to do it! I typed and posted Chapter 7 only a day before this one, so I had my funny fanfic fix (alliteration! Mr. Osbald would be proud!) for the week already. Plus I was in a very Elijah Wood-obsessing mood when I was writing this, so I felt like I had to! Sorry! I PROMISE: no more chapters comprised of only mushy love scenes for a long time! The next chapter will be as funny as I can make it!
Also, one of the reviewers said that I should make the romance in a separate story and leave this one for funny. Well...I'm not very good at romance (funny is easier for me) so it would be difficult for me to write a whole serious story filled with romance... maybe in the future! If you had a problem with this chapter, nobody's saying you have to read it again!
Oh yes...in retrospect this chapter IS kind of funny...would I ever have a chance with Frodo (or the super-hot actor who plays him)? Didn't think so. See, isn't that funny?
Frodo Friday
Chapter 8 Something in His Eyes
English continued on uneventfully for a few minutes. We were taking notes out of our grammar book. YAWN.
Then the well-known tapping began on my shoulder. "Yes, Frodo?" I asked. I noticed a pained look on his face.
"Bath...room..." he moaned. Oops - that's right - I promised him I'd take him this period. I raised my hand and asked Mr. Osbald if I could take 'Fred' to the little boy's room. He said yes. Yanking Frodo out of his seat by his wrist, I stormed out through the door. Once outside, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks buddy," I told the hobbit.
Taking this for sarcasm, Frodo cringed and mumbled "sorry."
I laughed. "No - I was serious! Taking notes is awful work. I'm glad I could get out of it. Now...should we use the guy's room or the girl's room?"
"Whatever," he said. "But I'm a guy..."
"Well, you've been in the girl's bathroom two times already today, so I guess it's OK. Anyway, I'll be able to make sure that you won't fall into the toilet."
"Sure," he replied. We started walking down the hall.
"So, do you like it here?" I asked him.
"It's OK." Something didn't seem right. The normally cheery, happy hobbit just...wasn't. It wasn't that he seemed depressed, just...confused.
"What's the matter?" I asked as I turned the handle of the girl's room. Luckily it was empty. "I mean, you're just not acting...yourself." The door slammed behind us as we walked inside.
"It's just..." he said, "it's just...did you really have a dream about me?" I nodded. "Well..." he continued, "what was it about?"
"I told you," I stated, "you can't control what happens in your dreams."
"Just say it."
"Well..." I paused and took a breath. "You and Pop Tart were...well...pampering me. I threw you in the closet because I was mad with myself for letting you fall in love with Nina. I looked in the closet and - "
"Huh?" the hobbit cut me off. "You were mad with yourself for letting me fall in love with Nina?"
I plopped myself onto the floor and put my back against the wall and my head in my hands. Me and my big mouth. Now I've said too much. Well, I'd have to live with it. "Yeah," I mumbled as I pulled my head out of my hands.
Frodo knelt down on the floor next to me and looked at me with concerned eyes. Our faces were a foot apart. "Wow..." he sighed.
"Yeah, you can hate me if you want," I grumbled. Then there was one of those pauses...the uncomfortable ones that make you squirm wherever you're sitting.
I looked up into his endless blue eyes. The lights from the ceiling shone in them like stars in an evening sky. There was a strange look in them, one that I don't think I had ever seen. It was a mixture of concern, confusion, and...well, I couldn't tell what it was. The skin on his face was smooth as butter and flawless. The curls in his hair...each one was a ray of light, flickering on and off as they danced on his head. His lips were delicate and smooth. His face was just...perfect. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was if there was an imaginary magnetic force, pulling my eyes to his.
Just then, I became aware of the fact that his hand had come to rest on mine. I glanced down, then back up into his eyes. He looked back into mine. Suddenly his hand moved as he turned my hand over and clasped it tightly in his.
I then became aware of the fact that I wasn't breathing. Taking a breath, I tried to search through the depths of eyes...searching, for that something that was there before...what was it? I still couldn't tell.
All of a sudden, I felt the two of us leaning towards each other. If we moved in just six more inches, our noses would have been touching. I could hear his muffled breaths...I could smell the earthy smell radiating from the shirt on his back ...I felt his glance penetrating the air like a knife would cut a stick of butter. The eyes...the eyes...
I tumbled into the deep abyss of his eyes, the portals into his soul. Lost, I searched...
I suddenly understood what that other ingredient in the mixture of his eyes was.
He leaned over and kissed me.
It was the most amazing sensation that I ever felt. It wasn't even like a full-blown make out....or anything incredibly...you know...SEXUAL...just short and sweet. But I could tell it MEANT something...it wasn't just empty...it was like a budding daisy after a horrible storm. Actually...better. It was undescribable. Something like a wave of passion, sweeping over my body, ridding it of every thing that was ever there before.
I sat back, somewhat stunned. Frodo loved Nina, I knew that. Then why did he kiss me?
Frodo looked stunned as well. "I can't believe I just did that..." he stuttered.
"Me neither..." I said. "But it was..." I paused, not sure if I should say it or not. I did. "...amazing."
Now Frodo looked up at me. I could tell he was searching my eyes as I had his before...but I couldn't tell what he was looking for.
Maybe he was looking for an answer. An answer, to the inner battle raging on within his heart.
Just then he slowly raised his hand and placed it on the side of my neck. Now his eyes were glassier...his heart was defiantly ripped, like a sheet of tissue paper, in two.
"Emily..." he sighed.
"I know," I whispered.
"I can't..."
"It's OK," I told him. "You make whatever decision you think is best."
He shook his head in agony and looked at the floor. The pained look on his face told me that it wasn't as easy as it sounded. I had never seen such blue eyes look so upset. It was...depressing. I wanted to cry. Why should my dearest Frodo be in such pain? This was horrible.
Right there, on the bathroom floor, I fainted.
Author's Note: I'm sooooo sorry to all of you guys who were looking for funny stuff this chapter, but I had to do it! I typed and posted Chapter 7 only a day before this one, so I had my funny fanfic fix (alliteration! Mr. Osbald would be proud!) for the week already. Plus I was in a very Elijah Wood-obsessing mood when I was writing this, so I felt like I had to! Sorry! I PROMISE: no more chapters comprised of only mushy love scenes for a long time! The next chapter will be as funny as I can make it!
Also, one of the reviewers said that I should make the romance in a separate story and leave this one for funny. Well...I'm not very good at romance (funny is easier for me) so it would be difficult for me to write a whole serious story filled with romance... maybe in the future! If you had a problem with this chapter, nobody's saying you have to read it again!
Oh yes...in retrospect this chapter IS kind of funny...would I ever have a chance with Frodo (or the super-hot actor who plays him)? Didn't think so. See, isn't that funny?