My fixed stance was fleeting. I was suddenly knocked aside and into
a small pine sapling as two small figures came running up the path behind
me. The figures halted before Aragorn, who motioned to me, sitting on the
ground, my shocked demeanor overtaking me once more. The two figures, whom
I now assumed to be hobbits (who knew what I could meet on this fantastical
day!), rushed over to me and helped me gently to my feet.
"We are quite sorry, my lady!" exclaimed one. "To be sure! Had we seen
you standing there, we would not have come galloping so hastily!" the other
added.
I took the hands they offered, growing week at the knees when I found myself standing before Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I'd had a secret crush on these hobbits for months! And now, here they were, apologizing and addressing me respectfully after shoving me to the ground.
"Ay! What's the hold up here?" came a gruff voice from the side of the path. Out of the bushes crashed a creature not so short as the hobbits, but with a long beard, braids, and carrying an axe. "Gimli?" I inquired. The dwarf squinted at me warily, not sure what to make of my appearance or even my existence. The feelings were mutual, I'm sure! "And what manner of delay might you be, fair maiden?" Now was my chance! I could finally tell these people who I was!
They all stared at me in anticipation, waiting with baited breath for me to speak. "My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Hippert. I'm just taking a walk in the woods, enjoying my vacation. If I have caused you any inconvenience, I do beg your pardon." I was attempting to speak politely, as the characters in the Lord of the Rings series do.
Once more, a great thrashing of bushes and out came another tall man, this one carrying a shield and sword, with a horn of bone in his belt. "Boromir!" I whispered in awe. He halted, glancing at me for the first time. Then he looked questioningly at Aragorn. "This is Lady Rebecca, Boromir. Legolas came across her on this path and mistook her for a...foe." "Legolas, my friend, you have much to learn about distinguishing between that which is foe and that which is fair," answered Boromir.
I heard muttering from behind me. Around the bend in the path came an elderly man in a tall pointy hat, and two more hobbits. One was carrying a large pack and leading a pony, the other was dark haired and had the most striking blue eyes I'd ever seen. "Frodo...Sam..." I mouthed. The three looked in my direction. Gandalf, the elderly man who had been deep in conversation with Frodo, smiled as he looked me over. "Ah, a traveler on the road going in our direction. Won't you please join us, Lady...erm..." "Rebecca," I prompted immediately. "Of course, Lady Rebecca. We could much use the company of another traveler, as I seem to have lost us once again." "Yes, please do join us, at least for a rest and a meal!" encouraged Pippin, gazing at me intently. They all seemed to be ready to listen to anything I had to say. So I decided to assist them by telling them about myself and about any "adventures" (as Sam called them) that I had taken.
I took the hands they offered, growing week at the knees when I found myself standing before Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I'd had a secret crush on these hobbits for months! And now, here they were, apologizing and addressing me respectfully after shoving me to the ground.
"Ay! What's the hold up here?" came a gruff voice from the side of the path. Out of the bushes crashed a creature not so short as the hobbits, but with a long beard, braids, and carrying an axe. "Gimli?" I inquired. The dwarf squinted at me warily, not sure what to make of my appearance or even my existence. The feelings were mutual, I'm sure! "And what manner of delay might you be, fair maiden?" Now was my chance! I could finally tell these people who I was!
They all stared at me in anticipation, waiting with baited breath for me to speak. "My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Hippert. I'm just taking a walk in the woods, enjoying my vacation. If I have caused you any inconvenience, I do beg your pardon." I was attempting to speak politely, as the characters in the Lord of the Rings series do.
Once more, a great thrashing of bushes and out came another tall man, this one carrying a shield and sword, with a horn of bone in his belt. "Boromir!" I whispered in awe. He halted, glancing at me for the first time. Then he looked questioningly at Aragorn. "This is Lady Rebecca, Boromir. Legolas came across her on this path and mistook her for a...foe." "Legolas, my friend, you have much to learn about distinguishing between that which is foe and that which is fair," answered Boromir.
I heard muttering from behind me. Around the bend in the path came an elderly man in a tall pointy hat, and two more hobbits. One was carrying a large pack and leading a pony, the other was dark haired and had the most striking blue eyes I'd ever seen. "Frodo...Sam..." I mouthed. The three looked in my direction. Gandalf, the elderly man who had been deep in conversation with Frodo, smiled as he looked me over. "Ah, a traveler on the road going in our direction. Won't you please join us, Lady...erm..." "Rebecca," I prompted immediately. "Of course, Lady Rebecca. We could much use the company of another traveler, as I seem to have lost us once again." "Yes, please do join us, at least for a rest and a meal!" encouraged Pippin, gazing at me intently. They all seemed to be ready to listen to anything I had to say. So I decided to assist them by telling them about myself and about any "adventures" (as Sam called them) that I had taken.