Thanks to all my readers for still reading this. Also, thanks for no bad
reviews! ^_^ I must be able to write after all. Ok then, anyways....
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Flavia's "chores" took her no time at all. In fact, she rather enjoyed them. She didn't know how long she'd be gone so she told Lennard she'd eat at the inn that night. He said that would be all right as long as she didn't stay too late. So she headed out the door toward the center of the little village.
She easily found the inn and walked inside. There were about twenty or so other patrons in there as well. She sat down at a vacant table and looked around her. One hobbit was singing and dancing and the others were laughing heartily and clapping their hands to the beat. She couldn't help laughing a little herself; he was very entertaining. He looked like he was about her age, and she had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not, however, anywhere near as good-looking as her Frodo was.
Presently, his song was over and everyone clapped, some even gave him a standing ovation. He left the front of the room and someone else came up to sing. To Flavia's surprise, he sat across from her.
"Hey. I've never seen you here before. Are you new or just finding a social life?"
"I'm just visiting," she said shortly, eager for him to go away.
"So you're not going to get to know anyone while you're here?"
"I don't intend to," then she thought she might as well ask. "Have you heard anything about a couple of hobbits moving here from Hobbiton?"
"I might've," he grinned, "What's it worth to you?"
"I'm not in the mood for playing games; if you won't tell me, I'll ask someone else."
"Is it important?"
"To me it is."
At this he jumped out of his chair and bowed. "Then I shall help the lady find her friends."
"You know something then?"
"I know of a house being bought by a stranger. We shall see."
"Where?"
"Come, I'll show you."
She stood up, but he made no move to leave. "I would like to go *now*"
"I'll only take you if you let me buy you dinner this evening." It seemed a fair enough deal, and since she had little spending money with her, she agreed.
He took her outside and they walked toward the edge of town. "So, what's your name?"
"Flavia. And yours?"
"Will. So who is this friend of yours you're so anxious to see?"
She paused, unsure of how to answer. "I just want to make sure his move was all right."
"So it's a 'he' then, eh? Does he know you're concerned about him?" She ignored his question and quickened her pace a little. She hoped, though seriously doubted, that we would just buy her dinner, and not eat with her.
In a few minutes, they arrived at a small cottage. She couldn't help feeling sorry for poor Frodo; this place, while not ugly, was nowhere near as nice as Bag End was.
"Well, this is it. I'll leave you now, just be at the inn when you're done. I'll be waiting for you." With that he turned and walked away. Flavia was glad he hadn't hung around because she didn't exactly plan on knocking at the door.
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Yay. I hope you like that chapter as much as I do. Thanks to all of those who reviewed! And those who read it without reviewing! I love you all!
CrazyWench: Yay. I'm glad you like Flavia. When I first started writing this, I thought everyone would hate her cuz she's so obsessed with Frodo. I know some pretty posessive Frodo fans... ok I admit it, myself included. But it's nice to know that people like her! ^_^
Bjam: *hugses back* I wuv my readers too! Thanks. O by the way, you get the prize for reviewing the most. *hands you a certificate with lots of shiny stickers and big words* Hoorah!
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Flavia's "chores" took her no time at all. In fact, she rather enjoyed them. She didn't know how long she'd be gone so she told Lennard she'd eat at the inn that night. He said that would be all right as long as she didn't stay too late. So she headed out the door toward the center of the little village.
She easily found the inn and walked inside. There were about twenty or so other patrons in there as well. She sat down at a vacant table and looked around her. One hobbit was singing and dancing and the others were laughing heartily and clapping their hands to the beat. She couldn't help laughing a little herself; he was very entertaining. He looked like he was about her age, and she had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not, however, anywhere near as good-looking as her Frodo was.
Presently, his song was over and everyone clapped, some even gave him a standing ovation. He left the front of the room and someone else came up to sing. To Flavia's surprise, he sat across from her.
"Hey. I've never seen you here before. Are you new or just finding a social life?"
"I'm just visiting," she said shortly, eager for him to go away.
"So you're not going to get to know anyone while you're here?"
"I don't intend to," then she thought she might as well ask. "Have you heard anything about a couple of hobbits moving here from Hobbiton?"
"I might've," he grinned, "What's it worth to you?"
"I'm not in the mood for playing games; if you won't tell me, I'll ask someone else."
"Is it important?"
"To me it is."
At this he jumped out of his chair and bowed. "Then I shall help the lady find her friends."
"You know something then?"
"I know of a house being bought by a stranger. We shall see."
"Where?"
"Come, I'll show you."
She stood up, but he made no move to leave. "I would like to go *now*"
"I'll only take you if you let me buy you dinner this evening." It seemed a fair enough deal, and since she had little spending money with her, she agreed.
He took her outside and they walked toward the edge of town. "So, what's your name?"
"Flavia. And yours?"
"Will. So who is this friend of yours you're so anxious to see?"
She paused, unsure of how to answer. "I just want to make sure his move was all right."
"So it's a 'he' then, eh? Does he know you're concerned about him?" She ignored his question and quickened her pace a little. She hoped, though seriously doubted, that we would just buy her dinner, and not eat with her.
In a few minutes, they arrived at a small cottage. She couldn't help feeling sorry for poor Frodo; this place, while not ugly, was nowhere near as nice as Bag End was.
"Well, this is it. I'll leave you now, just be at the inn when you're done. I'll be waiting for you." With that he turned and walked away. Flavia was glad he hadn't hung around because she didn't exactly plan on knocking at the door.
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Yay. I hope you like that chapter as much as I do. Thanks to all of those who reviewed! And those who read it without reviewing! I love you all!
CrazyWench: Yay. I'm glad you like Flavia. When I first started writing this, I thought everyone would hate her cuz she's so obsessed with Frodo. I know some pretty posessive Frodo fans... ok I admit it, myself included. But it's nice to know that people like her! ^_^
Bjam: *hugses back* I wuv my readers too! Thanks. O by the way, you get the prize for reviewing the most. *hands you a certificate with lots of shiny stickers and big words* Hoorah!
