Howdy again! Hope ya'll liked my first chapter! I know I jumped right in
there and its not makin much sense, but believe me, all will come by the
time I'm through. Um. chapter names are the names of the songs that I use
in here just to explain that! Other than that I'm done! Here's the next
friggin chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I do own the extended DVD's of FOTR and TT, but I do not own LOTR itself. I don't own any songs used in this or any fanfics unless I tell you otherwise. I also cannot breathe out of my nose, but you don't really care do you? I thought so.
Chapter 2: It's My Life/Taking Over Me/ Numb
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"How are the carrots, father?" Darla asked watching him eat.
"They're fine. Rosie Gamgee's are they?" he asked plopping one in his mouth.
"Yes, her husband has quiet the green thumb," she answered starting to eat.
"Did you give your mother her medicine?"
"Yes father."
"And you fed the animals?"
"YES father."
"And you watered the garden?"
"FATHER!" she shouted, "I always do these things before we sit down to dinner. I'm not an invalid like." she trailed off.
"You were going to say your mother, weren't you?" she didn't answer, "She can't help the fact that she's sick! She seems to be very happy, and almost energetic. She could get better any day now!"
"You've said that every time she has a good spell. In the end she always gets worse," Darla snapped.
"It can't last forever!" he replied trying to cheer his daughter.
"I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF HER SINCE I WAS A TWEEN!!!" she shouted. Her father didn't respond, "I'm sorry, it's just. I want to get out of here."
"What?"
"I want to start a life of my own. I'm 45 years old! I should be off and married by now!"
"You aren't like everyone else, you have me and your mother to care for."
"You can take care of yourself! I. I just want a life of my own."
"Well, you can't have one, you have too much responsibility here."
"FATHER!" she said shocked.
"As long as you have your mother to take care of you can't be off getting MaRrIeD!" he said sensibly.
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Funny how I blind myself I never knew. If I was sometimes played upon, afraid to lose, I'd tell myself what good you do. Convince myself, it's my life, don't you forget, it's my life, it never ends. -It's My Life- No Doubt
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"I can't believe you!" she shrieked.
"Don't yell, you'll upset your mother."
"TO HELL WITH MOTHER!"
"That's it you're grounded!"
"TO HELL WITH YOU TOO! I'M NOT A CHILD! I HAVE A LIFE AND IT DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU AND MY MOTHER!!!" she got up and stormed out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
"OUT!" she shrieked and ran out the door.
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"I can't stand it Pip!" Merry said playing with his mug of ale.
"What do you mean Merry?" said the drunkard hobbit downing his 3rd pint.
"I can't stop thinking about that Darla girl we met this afternoon," he complained.
"You're still sober then," replied smiling stupidly.
"I don't want to forget is the thing. It's making me crazy!" he answered smacking his head down on the table.
"That's what's wrong. You need to be able to lay back and forget," Pippin comforted leaning back in his chair, "Like me, I haven't a care in the world." At that he promptly flipped over his chair.
"You haven't a wit in that empty head of yours either." Merry said to himself.
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You don't remember me but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you but who can decide what they dream and dream I do. I believe in you. I'll give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you to live to breathe. You're taking over me.-Taking Over Me- Evanescence
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"Darla Duklemyer is a spineless little nag!" shouted a loud voice behind Merry. He sat up and listened to Aron Fulkermer's voice floating through the pub.
"She is so wet behind the ears you could water your crops for a week! I have never in my life had the displeasure of goin' with any woman so unaccommodating. Just to warn any of you young boys out there, you are getting in over your head even showing up at her door."
"Where is her door?" asked a random voice. The rest of the group started laughing loudly.
"The 3rd house under the hill. You can't miss it, her father is decaying on the front porch most mornings!" The group laughed again. Merry wanted to stand up and punch the stupid drunk freak, but remained calm. He got up and went over to Pippin who was still lying on the floor.
"Come on let's go Pip," he said helping his friend up.
"Oh and things were just getting good," he slurred and they both stumbled out the door.
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Frodo stepped out onto the porch and took a deep breathe of air. His shoulder had ceased to ache, but he just felt lost. He had for some time now. It was odd. He figured that after the ring was destroyed he could return to a normal life, maybe find a girl and get married. It seemed he was wrong. Nothing had seemed the same. Even the feel of the grass beneath his feet felt different. He just felt empty, almost hollow. It was as if a part of him died along that long and tiring journey.
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I've become so numb I can't feel you there, I've become so tired so much more aware. I'm becoming less all I want to do is be more like me and be less like you.-Numb-Linkin Park
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Suddenly a figure ran down the road. It was a girl with long dark hair she was distressed it seemed. She stopped just a few yards down the road and just stood there staring into the sky. She leaned back and fell down onto the road. Frodo stared at the girl lying in the road. He figured he should see if she was okay.
"Are you alright?" he asked coming up the walk to where she was lying. She sat bolt upright and turned around to see him in the dim light. It was Darla Duklemyer, he had met her this morning.
"Oh My GOSH! I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there! I'll leave I just was upset that's all," she said getting up.
"It's alright, I like to get out at night too. Do you need me to walk you home?" he asked smiling at her.
"Not unless you want to," she answered quietly.
"Well, it's late and women like you shouldn't be out all alone." They walked down the road back to the Duklemyer's house.
"Why were you running around so late anyways?" Frodo asked peering through the darkness.
"I was fighting with my father, again," she answered looking at the hobbit next to her. He didn't notice her longing eyes.
"You still live with your parents?" he asked.
"I have to take care of my mother, she's ill."
"Will she be better soon?"
"Not that kind of ill, she's an invalid."
"Oooh. I'm sorry to hear that," he said slowly. They finished their journey in silence and he walked her to the front door.
"Thank you for walking me back." She said extending her hand. He looked at it and shook it rather awkwardly.
"Anytime, just don't make it a habit, I have to sleep sometime," he half smiled at his joke. She smiled and went into her house.
As he walked back to Bag End Frodo could think of only one thing. He felt cold. Very cold.
*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Okay there ya go. Review please, very much appreciated either way. Love you!-DB:D BTW I love monkeys and read some of Panda's stuff out there!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I do own the extended DVD's of FOTR and TT, but I do not own LOTR itself. I don't own any songs used in this or any fanfics unless I tell you otherwise. I also cannot breathe out of my nose, but you don't really care do you? I thought so.
Chapter 2: It's My Life/Taking Over Me/ Numb
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"How are the carrots, father?" Darla asked watching him eat.
"They're fine. Rosie Gamgee's are they?" he asked plopping one in his mouth.
"Yes, her husband has quiet the green thumb," she answered starting to eat.
"Did you give your mother her medicine?"
"Yes father."
"And you fed the animals?"
"YES father."
"And you watered the garden?"
"FATHER!" she shouted, "I always do these things before we sit down to dinner. I'm not an invalid like." she trailed off.
"You were going to say your mother, weren't you?" she didn't answer, "She can't help the fact that she's sick! She seems to be very happy, and almost energetic. She could get better any day now!"
"You've said that every time she has a good spell. In the end she always gets worse," Darla snapped.
"It can't last forever!" he replied trying to cheer his daughter.
"I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF HER SINCE I WAS A TWEEN!!!" she shouted. Her father didn't respond, "I'm sorry, it's just. I want to get out of here."
"What?"
"I want to start a life of my own. I'm 45 years old! I should be off and married by now!"
"You aren't like everyone else, you have me and your mother to care for."
"You can take care of yourself! I. I just want a life of my own."
"Well, you can't have one, you have too much responsibility here."
"FATHER!" she said shocked.
"As long as you have your mother to take care of you can't be off getting MaRrIeD!" he said sensibly.
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Funny how I blind myself I never knew. If I was sometimes played upon, afraid to lose, I'd tell myself what good you do. Convince myself, it's my life, don't you forget, it's my life, it never ends. -It's My Life- No Doubt
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"I can't believe you!" she shrieked.
"Don't yell, you'll upset your mother."
"TO HELL WITH MOTHER!"
"That's it you're grounded!"
"TO HELL WITH YOU TOO! I'M NOT A CHILD! I HAVE A LIFE AND IT DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU AND MY MOTHER!!!" she got up and stormed out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
"OUT!" she shrieked and ran out the door.
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"I can't stand it Pip!" Merry said playing with his mug of ale.
"What do you mean Merry?" said the drunkard hobbit downing his 3rd pint.
"I can't stop thinking about that Darla girl we met this afternoon," he complained.
"You're still sober then," replied smiling stupidly.
"I don't want to forget is the thing. It's making me crazy!" he answered smacking his head down on the table.
"That's what's wrong. You need to be able to lay back and forget," Pippin comforted leaning back in his chair, "Like me, I haven't a care in the world." At that he promptly flipped over his chair.
"You haven't a wit in that empty head of yours either." Merry said to himself.
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You don't remember me but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you but who can decide what they dream and dream I do. I believe in you. I'll give up everything just to find you. I have to be with you to live to breathe. You're taking over me.-Taking Over Me- Evanescence
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"Darla Duklemyer is a spineless little nag!" shouted a loud voice behind Merry. He sat up and listened to Aron Fulkermer's voice floating through the pub.
"She is so wet behind the ears you could water your crops for a week! I have never in my life had the displeasure of goin' with any woman so unaccommodating. Just to warn any of you young boys out there, you are getting in over your head even showing up at her door."
"Where is her door?" asked a random voice. The rest of the group started laughing loudly.
"The 3rd house under the hill. You can't miss it, her father is decaying on the front porch most mornings!" The group laughed again. Merry wanted to stand up and punch the stupid drunk freak, but remained calm. He got up and went over to Pippin who was still lying on the floor.
"Come on let's go Pip," he said helping his friend up.
"Oh and things were just getting good," he slurred and they both stumbled out the door.
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Frodo stepped out onto the porch and took a deep breathe of air. His shoulder had ceased to ache, but he just felt lost. He had for some time now. It was odd. He figured that after the ring was destroyed he could return to a normal life, maybe find a girl and get married. It seemed he was wrong. Nothing had seemed the same. Even the feel of the grass beneath his feet felt different. He just felt empty, almost hollow. It was as if a part of him died along that long and tiring journey.
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I've become so numb I can't feel you there, I've become so tired so much more aware. I'm becoming less all I want to do is be more like me and be less like you.-Numb-Linkin Park
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Suddenly a figure ran down the road. It was a girl with long dark hair she was distressed it seemed. She stopped just a few yards down the road and just stood there staring into the sky. She leaned back and fell down onto the road. Frodo stared at the girl lying in the road. He figured he should see if she was okay.
"Are you alright?" he asked coming up the walk to where she was lying. She sat bolt upright and turned around to see him in the dim light. It was Darla Duklemyer, he had met her this morning.
"Oh My GOSH! I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there! I'll leave I just was upset that's all," she said getting up.
"It's alright, I like to get out at night too. Do you need me to walk you home?" he asked smiling at her.
"Not unless you want to," she answered quietly.
"Well, it's late and women like you shouldn't be out all alone." They walked down the road back to the Duklemyer's house.
"Why were you running around so late anyways?" Frodo asked peering through the darkness.
"I was fighting with my father, again," she answered looking at the hobbit next to her. He didn't notice her longing eyes.
"You still live with your parents?" he asked.
"I have to take care of my mother, she's ill."
"Will she be better soon?"
"Not that kind of ill, she's an invalid."
"Oooh. I'm sorry to hear that," he said slowly. They finished their journey in silence and he walked her to the front door.
"Thank you for walking me back." She said extending her hand. He looked at it and shook it rather awkwardly.
"Anytime, just don't make it a habit, I have to sleep sometime," he half smiled at his joke. She smiled and went into her house.
As he walked back to Bag End Frodo could think of only one thing. He felt cold. Very cold.
*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Okay there ya go. Review please, very much appreciated either way. Love you!-DB:D BTW I love monkeys and read some of Panda's stuff out there!!!!