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Shire-ling Strangers
Chapter 6: Plotting and Elvish
After about five minutes of staring, Frodo finally decided to actually say something. "Wow, I think Sam finally has feelings for a lass... I was getting quite worried about him..." Becca laughed, but had a look on her face plainly stating that she didn't know if it was all too polite or not.
"Yeah, their discomfort really is quite cute..."
"Hey, call me crazy, but-"
"You're crazy!" Becca exclaimed.
"What? But I haven't told you my plan yet!"
"No, you told me to call you crazy."
"That's just an expression." Frodo said, laughing through his exasperation.
"Oh..." Becca trailed off thinking, 'I knew that!' or at least she would have been, had her brain been working; Frodo's clear blue eyes seemed to keep finding the off button.
"Okay, anyway, call me crazy, but-"
"You're-"
"BUT," Frodo interrupted, having been though this already. "I think it's about time Sam had a girlfriend if you catch my drift..." Frodo said looking toward the kitchen and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"No... not particularly..." said Becca, staring into the depths of his blue pool eyes.
Frodo finally figured out the problem and closed his eyes reluctantly. Becca snapped out of her dream-like trance.
"Am I going to have to do this every time I talk to you?" He inquired, agitated.
"Sorry..." Becca replied blushing.
"Anyway," Frodo said, opening his eyes, "I was thinking that we should set up your friend there and Sam."
"Oh! That'd be fun!" She said grinning and suddenly feeling like an incredible ditz. What was wrong with her?
Although neither said it out loud, they were both thinking that it would be quite a good excuse to get to know one another.
"Good luck." Frodo told her, extending his hand.
"Quel marth." She responded naturally, grabbing his hand lightly.
He cocked his head to the side. "You know Elvish?"
To which she responded with a blush. "Only a little, I was still studying when we were brought here." Frodo hadn't thought that Gandalf might have taken the two girls from somewhere else; but now that he did think of it, it made sense.
"How long have you been learning?"
"Oh, only a few months." She blushed redder.
"Impressive." He told her.
"You know Elvish too?"
"Yes, I'm becoming fluent. My uncle Bilbo is teaching me." He stood and left the room, leaving Becca sitting there confused. He returned carrying a huge tome, "Come and sit over here." Frodo said, pulling Sam's chair next to his own and gesturing for Becca to sit in it.
She walked over slowly, looking at the beautiful, antique book. It was leather-bound with silver and gold flowing script written across the top. "Wow..." She said, as he began turning the pages, revealing splendid pictures and just as beautiful characters throughout the whole entire book.
"Show me what you know." Frodo said, indicating that she read from the book. She sat down next to him and they leaned in as she read from it, pausing to figure out words and stuttering for translations; in response to which, Frodo simply smiled and helped out when needed.
Once she stopped, frustrated and hit her thigh scowling. "I can't do it, it's too hard." She said, looking at Frodo angrily.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't read it, I'm not there yet!"
"Well, I think you're doing fine." He looked at her sincerely with his blue eyes, and she looked back at the book still scowling. "Try again." He told her, pointing to where she'd left off.
**Okay, I know that was a long wait for a short chapter, hopefully I can make both up to you soon. Please read and review, and I'll move it higher up on my priority list.**
Shire-ling Strangers
Chapter 6: Plotting and Elvish
After about five minutes of staring, Frodo finally decided to actually say something. "Wow, I think Sam finally has feelings for a lass... I was getting quite worried about him..." Becca laughed, but had a look on her face plainly stating that she didn't know if it was all too polite or not.
"Yeah, their discomfort really is quite cute..."
"Hey, call me crazy, but-"
"You're crazy!" Becca exclaimed.
"What? But I haven't told you my plan yet!"
"No, you told me to call you crazy."
"That's just an expression." Frodo said, laughing through his exasperation.
"Oh..." Becca trailed off thinking, 'I knew that!' or at least she would have been, had her brain been working; Frodo's clear blue eyes seemed to keep finding the off button.
"Okay, anyway, call me crazy, but-"
"You're-"
"BUT," Frodo interrupted, having been though this already. "I think it's about time Sam had a girlfriend if you catch my drift..." Frodo said looking toward the kitchen and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"No... not particularly..." said Becca, staring into the depths of his blue pool eyes.
Frodo finally figured out the problem and closed his eyes reluctantly. Becca snapped out of her dream-like trance.
"Am I going to have to do this every time I talk to you?" He inquired, agitated.
"Sorry..." Becca replied blushing.
"Anyway," Frodo said, opening his eyes, "I was thinking that we should set up your friend there and Sam."
"Oh! That'd be fun!" She said grinning and suddenly feeling like an incredible ditz. What was wrong with her?
Although neither said it out loud, they were both thinking that it would be quite a good excuse to get to know one another.
"Good luck." Frodo told her, extending his hand.
"Quel marth." She responded naturally, grabbing his hand lightly.
He cocked his head to the side. "You know Elvish?"
To which she responded with a blush. "Only a little, I was still studying when we were brought here." Frodo hadn't thought that Gandalf might have taken the two girls from somewhere else; but now that he did think of it, it made sense.
"How long have you been learning?"
"Oh, only a few months." She blushed redder.
"Impressive." He told her.
"You know Elvish too?"
"Yes, I'm becoming fluent. My uncle Bilbo is teaching me." He stood and left the room, leaving Becca sitting there confused. He returned carrying a huge tome, "Come and sit over here." Frodo said, pulling Sam's chair next to his own and gesturing for Becca to sit in it.
She walked over slowly, looking at the beautiful, antique book. It was leather-bound with silver and gold flowing script written across the top. "Wow..." She said, as he began turning the pages, revealing splendid pictures and just as beautiful characters throughout the whole entire book.
"Show me what you know." Frodo said, indicating that she read from the book. She sat down next to him and they leaned in as she read from it, pausing to figure out words and stuttering for translations; in response to which, Frodo simply smiled and helped out when needed.
Once she stopped, frustrated and hit her thigh scowling. "I can't do it, it's too hard." She said, looking at Frodo angrily.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't read it, I'm not there yet!"
"Well, I think you're doing fine." He looked at her sincerely with his blue eyes, and she looked back at the book still scowling. "Try again." He told her, pointing to where she'd left off.
**Okay, I know that was a long wait for a short chapter, hopefully I can make both up to you soon. Please read and review, and I'll move it higher up on my priority list.**