I'm SSSOOOO sorry I haven't updated in forever. First it took me forever to
get the chapter written, then I couldn't find time to type it. So sorry.
It's not even that exciting. Rather boring I think, o well, the next one
will be up soon. In a shorter amount of time then it took for this one to
get put up, I promise!! So, here's the newest chapter.
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Flavia easily found farmer Maggot's cousin's house. He gave perfect directions. Even though he claimed to be "no smarter than your average hobbit," Flavia knew that there was more under his hat than he let on. She knocked on the door. It was immediately answered by a....very plump hobbit with incredibly rosy cheeks, short, curly brown hair, and a smile. "May I help you, dearie?" she asked Flavia, quickly looking her over.
"Yes, please, is your husband farmer Maggot's cousin, Lennard?"
"Yes," her simple face still smiled at Flavia. The smile still lingered as Flavia waited to be invited in. after a minute, Flavia said, "Is he home?"
"Yes." Another pause.
"May I see him please?" Flavia tried her best to remain courteous as she was so viciously reminded of how far stupidity could really go.
"Yes, of course. Come in."
The plump hobbit housewife led Flavia into the house. She took her into the what Flavia assumed was the living room where she saw a hobbit, almost as plump as his wife, reclining in a chair and smoking a pipe. She waited for an introduction, but the giddy wife had already gone, and could be heard bustling about in another room. So she cautiously approached Lennard. "Um, hello. My name is Flavia and I'm from Hobbiton. I have some business in Buckland and farmer Maggot said you might let me stay with you."
He slowly looked her over, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. After a long scrutinization of her, he finally spoke. "So, old Belladon sent me a visitor, eh?" Another long, uncomfortable silence ensued. "How long will you need to stay?"
"I'm not sure, no more than a week."
"What kind of business have you got?"
"Personal."
"I suppose you can stay a couple days...as long as you help with the chores."
"Thank you, sir."
At this, he got up and let her to a spare room. "This is where you'll sleep. Do you have any extra clothes?"
"No, I didn't even bring my night dress!"
"My wife can wash you dress tomorrow, and you can borrow her extra nightdress."
"You're very kind. Thank you." He turned to walk out of the room, but he stopped in the doorway and turned around.
"Before you go anywhere today, I'll need you to milk our cows and water the flowers. Dinner is not at a set time, so be here around dusk." She nodded that she understood and he turned to walk out the door.
"Wait," she cried, causing him to turn around yet again, "Have you heard anything about two hobbits moving here from Hobbiton?"
"Can't say that I have," a forlorn look crossed Flavia's face, "but all the town gossip can be heard at the inn." A smile brightened her face again and she thanked him. He left and she checked herself in the looking glass before heading our the door to ask about getting a milk bucket and some water. When she was done with her given tasks, she would be heading to the inn where she hoped to learn where Frodo's new house was.
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Hoorah. I told you it was rather boring. Nothing exciting. Sorry. Please keep reading though.... I'm not going to reveal the plot....but it's about to get very interesting. Stay tuned for next updates chapter! *cheesy reporter smile*
Bjam: Thanks. I'm glad you enjoy my story. And I'm sorry my chapters' lengths don't meet your approval, but this one is a little longer than the last one. I was thinking of you when I wrote it. I was like "try and make it long, try and make it long." But I really didn't have much to write about in this one, the next one will probably be longer though. Thanks so much for being my *only reviewer* *evil glares* no, I still love my other readers.
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Flavia easily found farmer Maggot's cousin's house. He gave perfect directions. Even though he claimed to be "no smarter than your average hobbit," Flavia knew that there was more under his hat than he let on. She knocked on the door. It was immediately answered by a....very plump hobbit with incredibly rosy cheeks, short, curly brown hair, and a smile. "May I help you, dearie?" she asked Flavia, quickly looking her over.
"Yes, please, is your husband farmer Maggot's cousin, Lennard?"
"Yes," her simple face still smiled at Flavia. The smile still lingered as Flavia waited to be invited in. after a minute, Flavia said, "Is he home?"
"Yes." Another pause.
"May I see him please?" Flavia tried her best to remain courteous as she was so viciously reminded of how far stupidity could really go.
"Yes, of course. Come in."
The plump hobbit housewife led Flavia into the house. She took her into the what Flavia assumed was the living room where she saw a hobbit, almost as plump as his wife, reclining in a chair and smoking a pipe. She waited for an introduction, but the giddy wife had already gone, and could be heard bustling about in another room. So she cautiously approached Lennard. "Um, hello. My name is Flavia and I'm from Hobbiton. I have some business in Buckland and farmer Maggot said you might let me stay with you."
He slowly looked her over, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. After a long scrutinization of her, he finally spoke. "So, old Belladon sent me a visitor, eh?" Another long, uncomfortable silence ensued. "How long will you need to stay?"
"I'm not sure, no more than a week."
"What kind of business have you got?"
"Personal."
"I suppose you can stay a couple days...as long as you help with the chores."
"Thank you, sir."
At this, he got up and let her to a spare room. "This is where you'll sleep. Do you have any extra clothes?"
"No, I didn't even bring my night dress!"
"My wife can wash you dress tomorrow, and you can borrow her extra nightdress."
"You're very kind. Thank you." He turned to walk out of the room, but he stopped in the doorway and turned around.
"Before you go anywhere today, I'll need you to milk our cows and water the flowers. Dinner is not at a set time, so be here around dusk." She nodded that she understood and he turned to walk out the door.
"Wait," she cried, causing him to turn around yet again, "Have you heard anything about two hobbits moving here from Hobbiton?"
"Can't say that I have," a forlorn look crossed Flavia's face, "but all the town gossip can be heard at the inn." A smile brightened her face again and she thanked him. He left and she checked herself in the looking glass before heading our the door to ask about getting a milk bucket and some water. When she was done with her given tasks, she would be heading to the inn where she hoped to learn where Frodo's new house was.
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Hoorah. I told you it was rather boring. Nothing exciting. Sorry. Please keep reading though.... I'm not going to reveal the plot....but it's about to get very interesting. Stay tuned for next updates chapter! *cheesy reporter smile*
Bjam: Thanks. I'm glad you enjoy my story. And I'm sorry my chapters' lengths don't meet your approval, but this one is a little longer than the last one. I was thinking of you when I wrote it. I was like "try and make it long, try and make it long." But I really didn't have much to write about in this one, the next one will probably be longer though. Thanks so much for being my *only reviewer* *evil glares* no, I still love my other readers.
