Hmm... I've just sat down to type out Chapter Eight! I have no idea what I'm
going to do. Mrs. Pike would shoot me. :D
Disclaimer: If I was a rich man! A diva diva diva diva diva diva diva dum! I would own my lil hobbiton! If I was a rich man! A diva diva diva diva diva diva diva dum! BUT I'M NOT!!! sobs I'm not even a man!
Chapter Eight: Spinning Around
That evening meal passed as all the others had. It was uneventful except for random burst of song and Jericho not being able to eat very well. That night she also gave the boys and lovely rendition of Into the West. She tried to keep herself from going into tears as she thought of Frodo. He had no clue what he was going to have to go through. The rest of her companions didn't know either, but she kept it together for the rest of the meal.
They were ushered to their room once again, but that night Goldberry pulled her aside before she could enter her room.
"Jericho?" Goldberry asked the scent of lilies wafting into her nostrils.
"Yes ma'am?" she answered.
"You will be leaving tomorrow," she began Jericho nodded, she knew the books well, "And I know that sooner or later you will be in need of..." she couldn't find the words. Jericho raised her eyebrows.
"You may be in the need for these," she placed a small sack in her hand.
"What is it?" she asked.
"An emergency kit, in case... the feminine 'need' arises," she answered and walked off. Jericho smiled. Goldberry had been concerned enough to give her Middle Earthen pads.
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Merry and his friends were undressing as Jericho stumbled in. Pippin shrieked and covered his 'manhood.' Jericho jumped.
"What happened?" she asked her head moving around in all directions. Merry smiled. Pippin forgot that Jericho was blind.
"It's nothing," he laughed.
"It must have been something," she confronted feeling around for her bed. The other hobbits moved far away as not to be 'accidentally' touched.
"It's just..." Merry looked at his friends who showed no sign of stopping him, "Well, we're all a bit naked right now." He watched as Jericho's face grew very very red. Her face screwed up in embarrassment. She plopped onto the floor where she was.
"I promise I won't move until you tell me to!" she answered not opening her eyes. Merry chuckled to himself and quickly put his clothes on so he wouldn't make Jericho wait long. Once he had on his nightclothes he came over by Jericho and sat down next to her.
"Please tell me you have clothes," she grimaced. He laughed.
"I'm serious, Merry!" she answered.
"Don't worry Jericho, we'll make sure he doesn't try anything!" Pippin yelled from across the room. The males in the room burst out laughing. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide. Even though he knew she couldn't see anything he couldn't help but feel that she could.
"I doubt Merry would have the courage to try anything Jericho," Frodo reassured wiping the tears from his eyes.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Merry.
"It's true Merry, you aren't the boldest guy out there!" Sam replied.
"Okay that's enough of this subject," Merry said standing up.
"No, I'm supremely interested," Jericho interrupted, "What do you mean he isn't the boldest guy?" Merry couldn't believe it.
"Well, let's just say that, when it comes to the feminine sort, Merry's a great guy to have, just slow to let 'er know," Pippin explained.
"So, he's shy?" asked Jericho looked toward Pippin.
"You could say that," Frodo smiled, "You could also say that he isn't the best 'sweet-talker." Sam began to laugh.
"Hello there Miss," he imitated, "I see you like wearing dresses, me too!" Jericho's mouth dropped open again and she laughed. Merry gasped as her beautiful laughter filled the room. It was so familiar.
"Oh Merry! I would never had guessed that YOU of all hobbits would be so... awkward!" she laughed wiping her eyes. He couldn't help but smile.
"Well, what about Pippin? He isn't the best 'ladies man' out there either," Merry offered.
"Okay now! Let's not go there!" Pippin rejected.
"Oh let's do!" Jericho smiled.
"Ah yes," Frodo beamed, "I know this one. 'Ello I was a-wonderin' if you'd like to join me for a cuppa tea?" Sam smiled and imitated a female voice.
"Why yes! When?"
"Outside behind the inn in ten minutes?" Jericho erupted in laughter. Any 'real' hobbit woman would have found these appalling, but she was rolling with laughter. Merry was having the best time ever.
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Jericho was having the best time ever. It was hilarious to listen to them bash each other. You would never have learned from reading a book that Pippin was terrible at picking up chicks or that Merry was awkward or that Frodo was such a great dancer.
She heard Frodo walk over to her.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked.
"Uh..." she answered not really knowing what to do. How could she dance she couldn't see?
"Just follow me," he whispered. Suddenly she was sent flying. She wasn't running or leaping she was flying. Pippin beat out a rhythm on the bedpost and immediately she felt her feet fly. She was spun around the room with Frodo's hands leading her. She felt herself go spinning freely and she was passed to a new partner. She guessed it was Sam by the earthy smell of his hands. Sam wasn't as wonderful but he could step a few when the need be. She continued whirling about the room until another partner stepped in. It was Pippin. He grabbed her waist and lifted her high and she felt her self go flying, literally. He caught her not seconds later, and she was soon spinning so fast she could hardly breathe. She was spinning so quickly that she didn't feel Pippin leave and a new partner approach. She was stopped abruptly.
The scent of pipe-weed filled her nose and she smiled. And almost as suddenly as she had stopped she felt Merry's lips upon hers. She felt the heat of his skin as he pulled her closer to him. She felt the rush of adrenaline as his arms fell into place around her waist. She felt the pang of regret as they parted what seemed like hours later.
"And they said I wasn't bold," he whispered. She smiled and bit her lip still trying to keep the feel of his lips on hers. There wasn't a sound from the others.
"What's everyone staring at?" he asked. Someone coughed. Another cleared their throat.
"Somebody's excited," Pippin said bluntly. Jericho felt her cheeks go warm again. (A/N: I'm sorry if you didn't get it, and if you did, I'm sorry to you too!)
"I believe it's time you hobbits get to sleeping," Tom said from the doorway. Jericho heard her companions scatter to their respective beds at his voice.
She had no idea where she was in the room. She began to shuffle in a given direction. She felt a strong worn hand grasp her shoulder. A smell like nothing she had ever smelt before wafted into her nose. It was like springtime, and fall, and rain, and sunshine. It was the scent of her dog after a romp in the mud, and the smell of a fresh cut rose. It was Tom Bombadil. He led her to her bed and helped her in. Before she could thank him he was gone, but not before placing a small parcel in her hands. She cupped in her hand and held it there for a while.
Deciding not to bother the others she unwrapped it and held a small wooden block in her hand. In her minds eye she could see it. It was very small maybe an inch and a half on each side. There were small etchings on the top. They were elvish. She pondered over this before she realized that she was actually seeing this.
She turned it over in her hands and saw... her hands! But that's all she could see, a small block of wood and a pair of small hands that seemed unlike her own. She moved the block and could see the bed next to her. There was no one in it, but she could see a bed. She could see! Jericho felt tears come to her eyes. Tom was a great man, a very great man. She lay down to sleep with the block cradled in her hands.
There you have it. Hmm... she can see? Wow! Well, what do you know? Oh and isn't Merry BOLD??? sorry about the strange and disgusting humor. I've been at home all day. Anywho hope you like! Laterz-DB:D
Disclaimer: If I was a rich man! A diva diva diva diva diva diva diva dum! I would own my lil hobbiton! If I was a rich man! A diva diva diva diva diva diva diva dum! BUT I'M NOT!!! sobs I'm not even a man!
Chapter Eight: Spinning Around
That evening meal passed as all the others had. It was uneventful except for random burst of song and Jericho not being able to eat very well. That night she also gave the boys and lovely rendition of Into the West. She tried to keep herself from going into tears as she thought of Frodo. He had no clue what he was going to have to go through. The rest of her companions didn't know either, but she kept it together for the rest of the meal.
They were ushered to their room once again, but that night Goldberry pulled her aside before she could enter her room.
"Jericho?" Goldberry asked the scent of lilies wafting into her nostrils.
"Yes ma'am?" she answered.
"You will be leaving tomorrow," she began Jericho nodded, she knew the books well, "And I know that sooner or later you will be in need of..." she couldn't find the words. Jericho raised her eyebrows.
"You may be in the need for these," she placed a small sack in her hand.
"What is it?" she asked.
"An emergency kit, in case... the feminine 'need' arises," she answered and walked off. Jericho smiled. Goldberry had been concerned enough to give her Middle Earthen pads.
()
Merry and his friends were undressing as Jericho stumbled in. Pippin shrieked and covered his 'manhood.' Jericho jumped.
"What happened?" she asked her head moving around in all directions. Merry smiled. Pippin forgot that Jericho was blind.
"It's nothing," he laughed.
"It must have been something," she confronted feeling around for her bed. The other hobbits moved far away as not to be 'accidentally' touched.
"It's just..." Merry looked at his friends who showed no sign of stopping him, "Well, we're all a bit naked right now." He watched as Jericho's face grew very very red. Her face screwed up in embarrassment. She plopped onto the floor where she was.
"I promise I won't move until you tell me to!" she answered not opening her eyes. Merry chuckled to himself and quickly put his clothes on so he wouldn't make Jericho wait long. Once he had on his nightclothes he came over by Jericho and sat down next to her.
"Please tell me you have clothes," she grimaced. He laughed.
"I'm serious, Merry!" she answered.
"Don't worry Jericho, we'll make sure he doesn't try anything!" Pippin yelled from across the room. The males in the room burst out laughing. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide. Even though he knew she couldn't see anything he couldn't help but feel that she could.
"I doubt Merry would have the courage to try anything Jericho," Frodo reassured wiping the tears from his eyes.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Merry.
"It's true Merry, you aren't the boldest guy out there!" Sam replied.
"Okay that's enough of this subject," Merry said standing up.
"No, I'm supremely interested," Jericho interrupted, "What do you mean he isn't the boldest guy?" Merry couldn't believe it.
"Well, let's just say that, when it comes to the feminine sort, Merry's a great guy to have, just slow to let 'er know," Pippin explained.
"So, he's shy?" asked Jericho looked toward Pippin.
"You could say that," Frodo smiled, "You could also say that he isn't the best 'sweet-talker." Sam began to laugh.
"Hello there Miss," he imitated, "I see you like wearing dresses, me too!" Jericho's mouth dropped open again and she laughed. Merry gasped as her beautiful laughter filled the room. It was so familiar.
"Oh Merry! I would never had guessed that YOU of all hobbits would be so... awkward!" she laughed wiping her eyes. He couldn't help but smile.
"Well, what about Pippin? He isn't the best 'ladies man' out there either," Merry offered.
"Okay now! Let's not go there!" Pippin rejected.
"Oh let's do!" Jericho smiled.
"Ah yes," Frodo beamed, "I know this one. 'Ello I was a-wonderin' if you'd like to join me for a cuppa tea?" Sam smiled and imitated a female voice.
"Why yes! When?"
"Outside behind the inn in ten minutes?" Jericho erupted in laughter. Any 'real' hobbit woman would have found these appalling, but she was rolling with laughter. Merry was having the best time ever.
()
Jericho was having the best time ever. It was hilarious to listen to them bash each other. You would never have learned from reading a book that Pippin was terrible at picking up chicks or that Merry was awkward or that Frodo was such a great dancer.
She heard Frodo walk over to her.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked.
"Uh..." she answered not really knowing what to do. How could she dance she couldn't see?
"Just follow me," he whispered. Suddenly she was sent flying. She wasn't running or leaping she was flying. Pippin beat out a rhythm on the bedpost and immediately she felt her feet fly. She was spun around the room with Frodo's hands leading her. She felt herself go spinning freely and she was passed to a new partner. She guessed it was Sam by the earthy smell of his hands. Sam wasn't as wonderful but he could step a few when the need be. She continued whirling about the room until another partner stepped in. It was Pippin. He grabbed her waist and lifted her high and she felt her self go flying, literally. He caught her not seconds later, and she was soon spinning so fast she could hardly breathe. She was spinning so quickly that she didn't feel Pippin leave and a new partner approach. She was stopped abruptly.
The scent of pipe-weed filled her nose and she smiled. And almost as suddenly as she had stopped she felt Merry's lips upon hers. She felt the heat of his skin as he pulled her closer to him. She felt the rush of adrenaline as his arms fell into place around her waist. She felt the pang of regret as they parted what seemed like hours later.
"And they said I wasn't bold," he whispered. She smiled and bit her lip still trying to keep the feel of his lips on hers. There wasn't a sound from the others.
"What's everyone staring at?" he asked. Someone coughed. Another cleared their throat.
"Somebody's excited," Pippin said bluntly. Jericho felt her cheeks go warm again. (A/N: I'm sorry if you didn't get it, and if you did, I'm sorry to you too!)
"I believe it's time you hobbits get to sleeping," Tom said from the doorway. Jericho heard her companions scatter to their respective beds at his voice.
She had no idea where she was in the room. She began to shuffle in a given direction. She felt a strong worn hand grasp her shoulder. A smell like nothing she had ever smelt before wafted into her nose. It was like springtime, and fall, and rain, and sunshine. It was the scent of her dog after a romp in the mud, and the smell of a fresh cut rose. It was Tom Bombadil. He led her to her bed and helped her in. Before she could thank him he was gone, but not before placing a small parcel in her hands. She cupped in her hand and held it there for a while.
Deciding not to bother the others she unwrapped it and held a small wooden block in her hand. In her minds eye she could see it. It was very small maybe an inch and a half on each side. There were small etchings on the top. They were elvish. She pondered over this before she realized that she was actually seeing this.
She turned it over in her hands and saw... her hands! But that's all she could see, a small block of wood and a pair of small hands that seemed unlike her own. She moved the block and could see the bed next to her. There was no one in it, but she could see a bed. She could see! Jericho felt tears come to her eyes. Tom was a great man, a very great man. She lay down to sleep with the block cradled in her hands.
There you have it. Hmm... she can see? Wow! Well, what do you know? Oh and isn't Merry BOLD??? sorry about the strange and disgusting humor. I've been at home all day. Anywho hope you like! Laterz-DB:D