Oh you fool you fool
Don't give in to fate
This all we've got to fight for
Rage, my darling, Rage
Rosie woke up screaming. Once again her mind's eye was plagued with ill dreams, each feeling more real than the last. At first the dreams were vague and foggy but with each passing night the dreams began more frighteningly clear.
It was obvious to her know that Frodo had not simply moved, or that Sam was his short-term gardener.
She got up to fetch a glass of water but fell back on the bed as a searing pain shot through her shoulder. She gasped with pain as tried to rotate her shoulder. She closed her eyes and tried to recall her dream.
There had been a small fire surrounded by giant stones. Then a band of what seemed like black riders surrounded the camp. And though she could not see, she knew that others were fighting to protect him. Him? Who was he? He had been stabbed through the shoulder. His pain became her pain. How strange.
Then she woke. Terrified and in pain. The pain in her shoulder receding she got up and stood at the window, letting the cool night air breeze coax out her troubles.
The world was changing and even the Shire had begun to feel the effects. Whispers of pain and suffering came in daily with the wind. The tension in the air was so thick that even your own shadow could not be trusted.
In the far reaches of the horizon a bright light began to rise. Daybreak was coming.
As the first ray of light wafted into her room, Rosie took notice of a glittering object on her desk. Strangely drawn to it she walked over to see what has glistered in the golden light. It was only a small band of gold. A shiver of fear ran through her spine, for a moment she doubted her choice to be near it.
It's simply a small ring. Rosie thought wryly to herself as held the ring n her hand. How strange that I suffered much fear and doubt over this small trinket.
With unknown horror at her thoughts, Rosie dropped the ring from her hand as if it had burned her. She backed out of her rooms, as strange, unbidden thoughts roamed through her head.
The ring continued to twinkle in the daylight.
** " Rosie, my dear." Ted Sandyman drawled leaning over the counter. " I haven't seen your pretty face in ages. Where have you been hiding?"
" Around." Rosie said shortly, turning away for the customer. It was another late shift at the Green Dragon and how she wished for the rowdy distractions of Merry and Pippins theatrics to keep her amused.
" Rosie.Rose." Ted Sandyman got up from his seat. "There's a question I've been meaning to ask for a long time now. Will you have me?"
Rosie turned around shocked. "Excuse me?"
"Marry me. Things are changing Rosie and I'm going to be gaining when they do."
"Are you kidding?" Rosie asked uncertainly
"No."
Rosie let out a small hollow laugh. " I can't marry you Ted. I'm sorry."
Ted Sandyman's face darkened with angry. "You think you're too good for me? You strut around thinking you're better than everybody!" As his voice grew the slight slur in his voice became more obvious.
Suddenly very afraid, Rosie backed away. " No. I don't."
"Hey! You want us to take care of him Rosie?" A voice boomed from the back of the bar.
" Stay out of this!" Ted yelled, breaking his mug on the counter. HE held up the broken mug and pointed it towards Rosie. "You will regret this."
As Ted Sandyman slid of his barstool as he approached Rosie, he was grabbed and pinned from behind.
"Now that's no way to be treating a lady."
Rosie sent a grateful smile to her brother as he began to pull Ted Sandyman out of the Green Dragon.
" You'll be sorry Rose!" Ted struggled. "Things are changing! One day you will come crawling to me for help!"
Rosie closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of her brother wrestling Ted Sandyman out of the room.
Sam, where are you?
*** Author's Endnote: This will be updated Saturaday night. Coming soon is the invasion of Sharkey's men to the Shire, the return of Samwise (the brave) and the scouring of the Shire.
By and by, Reviews are always appreciated.
Rage, my darling, Rage
Rosie woke up screaming. Once again her mind's eye was plagued with ill dreams, each feeling more real than the last. At first the dreams were vague and foggy but with each passing night the dreams began more frighteningly clear.
It was obvious to her know that Frodo had not simply moved, or that Sam was his short-term gardener.
She got up to fetch a glass of water but fell back on the bed as a searing pain shot through her shoulder. She gasped with pain as tried to rotate her shoulder. She closed her eyes and tried to recall her dream.
There had been a small fire surrounded by giant stones. Then a band of what seemed like black riders surrounded the camp. And though she could not see, she knew that others were fighting to protect him. Him? Who was he? He had been stabbed through the shoulder. His pain became her pain. How strange.
Then she woke. Terrified and in pain. The pain in her shoulder receding she got up and stood at the window, letting the cool night air breeze coax out her troubles.
The world was changing and even the Shire had begun to feel the effects. Whispers of pain and suffering came in daily with the wind. The tension in the air was so thick that even your own shadow could not be trusted.
In the far reaches of the horizon a bright light began to rise. Daybreak was coming.
As the first ray of light wafted into her room, Rosie took notice of a glittering object on her desk. Strangely drawn to it she walked over to see what has glistered in the golden light. It was only a small band of gold. A shiver of fear ran through her spine, for a moment she doubted her choice to be near it.
It's simply a small ring. Rosie thought wryly to herself as held the ring n her hand. How strange that I suffered much fear and doubt over this small trinket.
With unknown horror at her thoughts, Rosie dropped the ring from her hand as if it had burned her. She backed out of her rooms, as strange, unbidden thoughts roamed through her head.
The ring continued to twinkle in the daylight.
** " Rosie, my dear." Ted Sandyman drawled leaning over the counter. " I haven't seen your pretty face in ages. Where have you been hiding?"
" Around." Rosie said shortly, turning away for the customer. It was another late shift at the Green Dragon and how she wished for the rowdy distractions of Merry and Pippins theatrics to keep her amused.
" Rosie.Rose." Ted Sandyman got up from his seat. "There's a question I've been meaning to ask for a long time now. Will you have me?"
Rosie turned around shocked. "Excuse me?"
"Marry me. Things are changing Rosie and I'm going to be gaining when they do."
"Are you kidding?" Rosie asked uncertainly
"No."
Rosie let out a small hollow laugh. " I can't marry you Ted. I'm sorry."
Ted Sandyman's face darkened with angry. "You think you're too good for me? You strut around thinking you're better than everybody!" As his voice grew the slight slur in his voice became more obvious.
Suddenly very afraid, Rosie backed away. " No. I don't."
"Hey! You want us to take care of him Rosie?" A voice boomed from the back of the bar.
" Stay out of this!" Ted yelled, breaking his mug on the counter. HE held up the broken mug and pointed it towards Rosie. "You will regret this."
As Ted Sandyman slid of his barstool as he approached Rosie, he was grabbed and pinned from behind.
"Now that's no way to be treating a lady."
Rosie sent a grateful smile to her brother as he began to pull Ted Sandyman out of the Green Dragon.
" You'll be sorry Rose!" Ted struggled. "Things are changing! One day you will come crawling to me for help!"
Rosie closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of her brother wrestling Ted Sandyman out of the room.
Sam, where are you?
*** Author's Endnote: This will be updated Saturaday night. Coming soon is the invasion of Sharkey's men to the Shire, the return of Samwise (the brave) and the scouring of the Shire.
By and by, Reviews are always appreciated.
