Breon Briarwood: Yep, Merry's just too cute when he's that young. A lot
of kids are cute when they're that young unless they're your siblings or
you're babysitting 'em. It can get less cute then. As for more than
Lotho, of course it's more than Lotho. One simply doesn't breakdown for
one reason. I will not tell you whether or not there's some kind of
diabolical scheme. I like young Frodo stories to. They're just fun.
Frodo Baggins 88: Thanks!
Spastikeggyluver: No, not slash! Slash disgusts me and creeps me out. I read the summary of one, just the summary, and it scared the blink' in daylights out of me! I learned that there are 3 different kinds of love: Eros, Phylios, and Agape. Eros is like dating, marriage love, Phylios is like friendship, and Agape is unconditional love which can be used in any type of relationship. I'm definitely going for the Phylios and maybe some Agape. Rrrgh should have paid more attention in English class.
Amy: I hope you didn't feel sad or depressed. Some stories do that to me and I muse in a very melancholy way. Makes me want to sing this sad country song I heard somewhere.
D/N: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! DON'T SUE ME! I DON'T HAVE MONEY! I OWE PEOPLE MONEY FOR PETE'S SAKE!
A/N: sorry for taking so long. I wrote this chapter on Thursday and got grounded for the whole weekend on Friday morning.
Runaway
By: jedi_baggins
Ch.3: A different sort of Day
A merchant of Appledell was selling his wares much as he had for the past 30 years. Every 5 out of 7 days he rose with the sun and hitched his pony, Fred to the cart. He and his boy would load it up and ride to the market. After helping set up his boy would go and purchase the items on his mother's shopping list.
The merchant saw the same hobbits all the time. Mrs. Vale would buy a new rug every May 2nd and October 4th. Mrs. Barns, mother of 20 young children, was always buying new vases, plates, and china figurines to replace broken ones. Peera Falleaf came everyday and stared longingly at some pretty item or other and on the 5th day would finally have the money to buy it. His eldest daughter would join him for lunch every 2nd day and at that same time (and by no coincidence) Talbo Farstream would come to purchase various items for his mother. Over all the merchant's life had settled into a rather predictable pattern. He had no reason to think to day would be any different from all the others.
About mid-day the merchant saw an unfamiliar face, a young boy, barely into his tweens. He was small, thin, and wiry almost gawky with dark brown nearly black hair. The merchant thought it was a bit odd that he should be here when any proper hobbit was eating lunch.
The boy went to several different stands buying bread and fresh produce. Then he walked to the merchant's stand and sleepily eyed his products. The merchant noticed his eyes, brilliant blue. They were captivating, made for showing care, energy, and joy better than any mere words but now, glazed with exhaustion, they didn't have the strength to show much emotion of any kind.
The boy continued looking about for five minutes, blinking more and more frequently and beginning to nod his head. His eyes closed and his head slumped down, slowly. He stayed that way for a few minutes and the merchant was about to wake him when shrieks of delight did it for him. The boy started and looked around for the source of the joyful cry.
They saw a young couple on a picnic with their little girl. The father had lifted her into his arms and swung her around, smiling. The mother sat on the picnic table and laughed for joy. Love was shining in the family's eyes. Together they painted the perfect picture of family. A smile crossed the merchant's face remembering the blissful days when he, his wife, and daughter had been a family much like this one.
He then turned to attend to his customer. The boy stared at the family in longing and pain. His face trembled and a single tear ran down his face. The merchant frowned.
"You all right, boy?"
"Yes, sir." he said in shaky voice.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes. I want to buy that book." He pointed to a green hard covered book entitled Tales from Around Middle-Earth.
The boy yawned real big. The merchant took out the book and named the price. The boy yawned again and laid down the required sum. When the boy put his hand out for the book the merchant saw it shake, likely with fatigue. The merchant placed the book in the outstretched hand and the boy put the book in his pack. He thanked the merchant. The boy swayed a bit as he walked away. He wasn't going to last long before falling to sleep.
The merchant walked over to the boy and grabbed his shoulders to steady him.
"You aren't from around here, are you?"
The boy shook his head.
"Look. You're going to collapse if you don't get some proper rest soon. How about I take you back to my hole? My wife and kids will cook you a nice hot meal and you can take a long nap in the guestroom."
The boy nodded, too tired to argue.
If you think this is a bit over dramatized, remember that he was up the day he left and walked, and partly ran the whole night, slept a bit, ran the next night and stayed up till mid-day. He's only 21 and really needs his rest. Did you like me using the merchant's ayes for this part? I tried using Frodo but it wasn't flowing well so out popped the nameless merchant with his nameless family and boring predictable life.
Frodo Baggins 88: Thanks!
Spastikeggyluver: No, not slash! Slash disgusts me and creeps me out. I read the summary of one, just the summary, and it scared the blink' in daylights out of me! I learned that there are 3 different kinds of love: Eros, Phylios, and Agape. Eros is like dating, marriage love, Phylios is like friendship, and Agape is unconditional love which can be used in any type of relationship. I'm definitely going for the Phylios and maybe some Agape. Rrrgh should have paid more attention in English class.
Amy: I hope you didn't feel sad or depressed. Some stories do that to me and I muse in a very melancholy way. Makes me want to sing this sad country song I heard somewhere.
D/N: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! DON'T SUE ME! I DON'T HAVE MONEY! I OWE PEOPLE MONEY FOR PETE'S SAKE!
A/N: sorry for taking so long. I wrote this chapter on Thursday and got grounded for the whole weekend on Friday morning.
Runaway
By: jedi_baggins
Ch.3: A different sort of Day
A merchant of Appledell was selling his wares much as he had for the past 30 years. Every 5 out of 7 days he rose with the sun and hitched his pony, Fred to the cart. He and his boy would load it up and ride to the market. After helping set up his boy would go and purchase the items on his mother's shopping list.
The merchant saw the same hobbits all the time. Mrs. Vale would buy a new rug every May 2nd and October 4th. Mrs. Barns, mother of 20 young children, was always buying new vases, plates, and china figurines to replace broken ones. Peera Falleaf came everyday and stared longingly at some pretty item or other and on the 5th day would finally have the money to buy it. His eldest daughter would join him for lunch every 2nd day and at that same time (and by no coincidence) Talbo Farstream would come to purchase various items for his mother. Over all the merchant's life had settled into a rather predictable pattern. He had no reason to think to day would be any different from all the others.
About mid-day the merchant saw an unfamiliar face, a young boy, barely into his tweens. He was small, thin, and wiry almost gawky with dark brown nearly black hair. The merchant thought it was a bit odd that he should be here when any proper hobbit was eating lunch.
The boy went to several different stands buying bread and fresh produce. Then he walked to the merchant's stand and sleepily eyed his products. The merchant noticed his eyes, brilliant blue. They were captivating, made for showing care, energy, and joy better than any mere words but now, glazed with exhaustion, they didn't have the strength to show much emotion of any kind.
The boy continued looking about for five minutes, blinking more and more frequently and beginning to nod his head. His eyes closed and his head slumped down, slowly. He stayed that way for a few minutes and the merchant was about to wake him when shrieks of delight did it for him. The boy started and looked around for the source of the joyful cry.
They saw a young couple on a picnic with their little girl. The father had lifted her into his arms and swung her around, smiling. The mother sat on the picnic table and laughed for joy. Love was shining in the family's eyes. Together they painted the perfect picture of family. A smile crossed the merchant's face remembering the blissful days when he, his wife, and daughter had been a family much like this one.
He then turned to attend to his customer. The boy stared at the family in longing and pain. His face trembled and a single tear ran down his face. The merchant frowned.
"You all right, boy?"
"Yes, sir." he said in shaky voice.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Yes. I want to buy that book." He pointed to a green hard covered book entitled Tales from Around Middle-Earth.
The boy yawned real big. The merchant took out the book and named the price. The boy yawned again and laid down the required sum. When the boy put his hand out for the book the merchant saw it shake, likely with fatigue. The merchant placed the book in the outstretched hand and the boy put the book in his pack. He thanked the merchant. The boy swayed a bit as he walked away. He wasn't going to last long before falling to sleep.
The merchant walked over to the boy and grabbed his shoulders to steady him.
"You aren't from around here, are you?"
The boy shook his head.
"Look. You're going to collapse if you don't get some proper rest soon. How about I take you back to my hole? My wife and kids will cook you a nice hot meal and you can take a long nap in the guestroom."
The boy nodded, too tired to argue.
If you think this is a bit over dramatized, remember that he was up the day he left and walked, and partly ran the whole night, slept a bit, ran the next night and stayed up till mid-day. He's only 21 and really needs his rest. Did you like me using the merchant's ayes for this part? I tried using Frodo but it wasn't flowing well so out popped the nameless merchant with his nameless family and boring predictable life.