W/C: sorry about the wait, I sort of forgot the I had an account on
here...that and the fact that I was grounded from the computer, and had a
recent incounter with a threat to take away the internet...And about all the
times before that...^_^'' I sort of had writers block. Still don't own LOTR
though..
Chapter 3
(Sam's POV)
"My name is Quistice Fairly." She said. The others looked at her. "I come from the shire, much like yourselves" she answered their unspoken question.
"If that is true, then why have we not seen you around?" Sam asked. Questioning her presents here, as much as he was Maili's. Quistice just smiled and sat down.
"Always the cautious one, Samwise?" she asked, making herself comfortable on the ground. Sam didn't like this. He was at lease one hundred percent sure that he had not ever met a young lady by the of Quistice, much less anyone with the last name Fairly. "And Frodo! What fun we use to have as children!" she cheered. It seemed that nothing fazed this girl. They were in a dead forest, close enough to Mordor that they could feel it's heat, and she was acting as if at home with friends drinking tea!
"If we were so close as friends as you say, then what about this young lady? Do you remember her?" Sam asked, gesturing to Maili. Maili was still standing, as the other two, and Smeegle/Gollum was no were to be seen. The girl named Quistice seemed to be considering the question.
"It seems as if you've stumped me." She said, standing up. "I don't recall playing with you or even seeing you. Only Rosie and the boys." Sam narrowed his eyes and the same with Frodo.
"We never played with Rosie when we were little. She had other friends." Sam said, pulling out his sword. Quistice got a lot more serious quickly.
"It seems as if I've been pulled into a dead end." She said, before turning and running. Frodo was about to go after him, but Sam held him back.
"No mister Frodo. We have a task to do." Frodo looked at Sam and nodded. They sat down, the stew still boiling. Maili still stood. ~It might have been true that Frodo and I never played with Maili, only when I was at home with the gaffer when his friends came over would I play with her. Rosie never came out, only invited her friends inside.~ Sam thought to himself, finally serving the stew. Handing a bowl to Frodo, then to Maili and then finally himself. They ate in silence, all lost deep in their own thoughts.
(Frodo's POV)
Frodo took the bowl of stew from Sam and started to eat. ~Quistice she said. Was she a spy? One for Souron? Or Sarumon?~ He asked himself, dipping his spoon in the bowl for another spoonful of the stew. There was the crackling of the fire and a noise that suggested that Smeegle had returned.
(Maili's POV)
She took the bowl from Sam quietly thanking him. She sat down and ate quickly, but not as fast as to burn her tongue or mouth. She was finished in no time. She was sure the others were deep in thought over their last visitor. Was she the only one who didn't care who she was?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~W/C: Well that's it for chapter three. How'd you like it? Yeah, I know It's been a while but for good reason
Frodo: not wanting to update's a good reason? Writer: That wasn't it! Sam: then what was it? Writer: The fact that I have little more life than others expect! I DON'T sit at my computer slaving away making up these stories to settle my adventurous side! I do have friends you know! Sam and Frodo: -_-' Writer: Now, who'd like it best if I didn't post for a while longer (most at a month, promise...to any who are still reading this story...) and finished the story and updated every second day?
Chapter 3
(Sam's POV)
"My name is Quistice Fairly." She said. The others looked at her. "I come from the shire, much like yourselves" she answered their unspoken question.
"If that is true, then why have we not seen you around?" Sam asked. Questioning her presents here, as much as he was Maili's. Quistice just smiled and sat down.
"Always the cautious one, Samwise?" she asked, making herself comfortable on the ground. Sam didn't like this. He was at lease one hundred percent sure that he had not ever met a young lady by the of Quistice, much less anyone with the last name Fairly. "And Frodo! What fun we use to have as children!" she cheered. It seemed that nothing fazed this girl. They were in a dead forest, close enough to Mordor that they could feel it's heat, and she was acting as if at home with friends drinking tea!
"If we were so close as friends as you say, then what about this young lady? Do you remember her?" Sam asked, gesturing to Maili. Maili was still standing, as the other two, and Smeegle/Gollum was no were to be seen. The girl named Quistice seemed to be considering the question.
"It seems as if you've stumped me." She said, standing up. "I don't recall playing with you or even seeing you. Only Rosie and the boys." Sam narrowed his eyes and the same with Frodo.
"We never played with Rosie when we were little. She had other friends." Sam said, pulling out his sword. Quistice got a lot more serious quickly.
"It seems as if I've been pulled into a dead end." She said, before turning and running. Frodo was about to go after him, but Sam held him back.
"No mister Frodo. We have a task to do." Frodo looked at Sam and nodded. They sat down, the stew still boiling. Maili still stood. ~It might have been true that Frodo and I never played with Maili, only when I was at home with the gaffer when his friends came over would I play with her. Rosie never came out, only invited her friends inside.~ Sam thought to himself, finally serving the stew. Handing a bowl to Frodo, then to Maili and then finally himself. They ate in silence, all lost deep in their own thoughts.
(Frodo's POV)
Frodo took the bowl of stew from Sam and started to eat. ~Quistice she said. Was she a spy? One for Souron? Or Sarumon?~ He asked himself, dipping his spoon in the bowl for another spoonful of the stew. There was the crackling of the fire and a noise that suggested that Smeegle had returned.
(Maili's POV)
She took the bowl from Sam quietly thanking him. She sat down and ate quickly, but not as fast as to burn her tongue or mouth. She was finished in no time. She was sure the others were deep in thought over their last visitor. Was she the only one who didn't care who she was?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~W/C: Well that's it for chapter three. How'd you like it? Yeah, I know It's been a while but for good reason
Frodo: not wanting to update's a good reason? Writer: That wasn't it! Sam: then what was it? Writer: The fact that I have little more life than others expect! I DON'T sit at my computer slaving away making up these stories to settle my adventurous side! I do have friends you know! Sam and Frodo: -_-' Writer: Now, who'd like it best if I didn't post for a while longer (most at a month, promise...to any who are still reading this story...) and finished the story and updated every second day?