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Disclaimer: Just like the Lady Bug Cow... I don't own it.
Chapter Thirteen: Mood Swing
Jericho stood in a small grassy field. She was standing by a large tree stump. She looked at it and then sat down. She watched the wind blow through the trees and a darkness fill the sky. She had no fear of the dark, as she had once recalled, but the looming blackness continued to creep up on her as soon everything was enveloped in the dark. Jericho sat alone, or so she thought. A tingling sensation prickled the back of her neck. She turned around sharply and saw nothing. It began to rain. Thunder shook the clearing and a bolt of lightning soon followed. The light flashed and in front of her she saw a young hobbit girl with empty eye sockets and blood dripping down her chin. Behind her stood a figure in black with a crown upon his head. It placed a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. The hobbit pointed at Jericho and shouted her name.
Jericho awoke suddenly sitting up and hitting Pippin in the face with her own. She fell back and rubbed her forehead.
"What the hell were you doing standing over me for Pip?" she asked.
"I was tryin' to wake you up!" he exclaimed placing a hand on his cheek, which was red from Jericho's head colliding with it. Jericho looked around to see that is was almost dawn and that Barliman was standing in the doorway explaining something. She listened and heard him say something about stolen horses. She got up reluctantly and let Pippin lead her over to where Frodo, Sam, and Merry were standing.
"Can't anything be done, Mr. Butterbur?" asked Frodo frantically, "Can't we get a couple of ponies in the village, or even one just for the baggage? I don't suppose we could hire them, but we might be able to buy them." Jericho sighed she wasn't in a good mood.
"I doubt it," said the landlord, Jericho mouthed the words with him, "The two or three riding ponies there were in Bree were stabled in my yard and they're gone. As for other animals, horses or ponies or what not, there are very few of them in Bree, and they won't be for sale. But I'll do what I can. I'll rout out Bob and send him round as soon as may be." Jericho yawned and mumbled something about it being too early for mutterings about ponies and whatnot.
"Yes," the ranger said ignoring the pissy hobbit, "you had better do that. I am afraid we will have to get one pony at least. But so ends all hope of starting early, and slipping away quietly! We might as well have blown a horn to announce our departure. That was part of their plan no doubt."
"There is one crumb of comfort," said Merry. Jericho sighed.
"And more than I crumb I hope," she continued for him, "we can have breakfast while we wait-and sit down to it. Let's get a hold of Nob." She yawned and stumbled back over to her pallet and lay back down.
()
Strider glanced at the hobbit. It was odd. She seemed to know what every one was saying before they said it. How could she though? She was just a little hobbit from the Shire. Or was she. He thought back to the night before. There were many talks. The most interesting of which included the young girl herself. How she was blind, and her feeling toward Merry, and of course the ludicrous idea that she was a human like himself. He wondered about the stability of her mind, but brushed it off. He would just TRY and enjoy a little breakfast. It would be the most cheer he could expect for a long while.
()
Merry walked over to Jericho were she lay trying to go back to sleep.
"Jericho?" he asked softly. Her eyes fluttered open. She mumbled inaudibly and stuffed her head under her pillow.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Nothin" came a muffled voice from the depths of her pallet.
"It's doesn't seem like that," he contradicted.
"I'm just tired," she answered still hiding from the morning light that was seeping through the window.
"Well, you'll be even more so if you don't eat." She emerged from the pallet.
"You sound like my mother," she grumbled.
"You sound like you're upset."
"I'm just groggy, I had a nightmare."
"Again?"
"I've had them almost every single night! And their all so friggin' similar!" she ran a hand through her hair causing it to fly everywhere. He smiled at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You're hair," he chuckled.
"Damn curliness," she cursed trying to smooth it down, "This is like a perm from hell."
"Perm?"
"It's where you try to make your hair curly on purpose."
"Well, it's already curly."
"It wasn't always," she grumbled, "What I would do for a Starbucks right about now."
"Starbucks?"
"Coffee place."
"Coffee?" Jericho groaned.
"Dammit Merry! I can't explain every single friggin thing to ya!" He winced at the anger in her voice. Her face changed quickly.
"I'm sorry Merr, I'm just really edgy and tired, and well, I just feel really lonely." She got up and he led her to the table and handed her a small cake she ate it slowly and looked as if she were contemplating every bite.
()
Jericho felt absolutely worn out, and now that the ponies were gone she would feel even worse. She knew exactly what her problem was. She was going to start her period in a few days. Of all the dumb luck she had to be surrounded by a bunch of dudes and start her period. They're going to think she was a big bitch or that it's too hard for her. But then what are they gonna think when she has to stop moving for a cramp. She sighed and took a bite out of the cake; she didn't even taste it she just ate it for the strength she was going to need.
"I have an announcement," she said butting into the conversation.
"What must you say, lass?" asked Strider. He had a slight mockery in his voice; she didn't like him at all.
"I just thought that I should warn you all of my soon to be disposition."
"What disposition?" asked Pippin worriedly.
"It's nothing serious it's just to explain my crabbiness," she explained, "You see I'm going to be starting my period soon and-"
"What's a period?" asked Sam.
'Crap!' she thought, 'How do you explain the menstrual cycle to hobbits?'
"Uh..." she began, "Well, ya know that time when girls get all edgy and they act really weird."
"Yeah!" the chimed.
"Well, that's what I'm getting ready to go through."
"Why is that a big deal?" asked Pippin.
"Cause she'll be experiencing painful cramping in her stomach and be bleeding from below," explained the ranger. She was shocked at his knowledge of the woman anatomy.
"Ewww!" said Pippin. She smiled and took bigger bite out of her cake. She better stock up on the carbs as to be able to walk forever.
()
Strider looked back at the hobbits and accounted for everyone. There was the ring bearer, his servant, the child, his cousin, and the crazy one. They were all there. He looked at the Merry who was holding Jericho's hand she was looking up toward the warm fall sun. She smiled at it and sighed. At that moment he thought he saw something, something that didn't belong there in that blind hobbit body, but he shook it off and walked ahead leading his convoy out into the wild.
()
Merry held onto Jericho's hand tightly as he led her over the land. Whether because of Strider's skill or for some other reason they saw no sign and heard no sound of any other living thing all that day: neither two-footed, except birds; nor four-footed, except one fox and a few squirrels. The next day they began to steer a steady course eastwards; and still all was quiet and peaceful. On the third day out from Bree they came out of the Chetwood. The land had been falling steadily, ever since they turned aside from the Road, and they now entered a wide flat expanse of country, much more difficult to manage. They were fare beyond the borders of the Bree-land, out in the pathless wilderness, and drawing near to the Midgewater Marshes.
It was extremely hard for Merry to lead Jericho through the damp and soggy ground of the Marsh, and it became even worse when the flies began to eat them alive. Every night was a nightmare, and so was Jericho. She had these moods that changed as the wind blew. One minute she was bubbly and happy and smiling and the world the next she was telling Merry how much she wished the flies would eat Strider's eye balls. Actually that was a semi good mood, when she was in a really horrible mood she wished 'other' parts of the ranger to be consumed.
They had stopped for the night and Merry was sitting next to Jericho smoking his pipe thoughtfully. She swatted a fly on her head and then scratched the spot it had been roughly.
"I wish these damned flies would just kill me and get it over with," she growled massaging her aching feet. Merry had become so used to these remarks that they were becoming humorous.
"I don't know, I think your bad mood may be killing any fly that feed on you," he teased. She looked at him darkly. A moment passed and she broke out into a loud booming laughter, almost too loud for a hobbit.
"Oh, I don't know what I would do without you Merry," she smiled wiping the tears from her eyes. Pippin walked over and sat next to them.
"Was that noise you, Jericho?" he asked.
"You bet your bottom it was," she smiled winking at the younger hobbit. She looked up at Merry and gave him a look of pure and unspoiled love. He felt his pulse quicken and he looked at her as she teased Pippin. It took his breath away.
"You see, Pip," she explained, "where I come from things are quite different. In my hometown I am one of those people that people run away from. I'm just a little bit... different you might say."
"Like Bilbo?" the young hobbit asked excitedly. Frodo looked over at them quizzically.
"What are you saying about Uncle Bilbo?" he asked. This brought Jericho's story to the whole group's attention.
"Well, where I'm from I'm perceived as this crazy batty gal who is absolutely and totally obsessed with-"she stopped short.
"What?" asked Sam excitedly. She fumbled for her words something had caused her to stop and change what she was going to say.
"Uh... I was... erm... obsessed with Cows!" she exclaimed and quickly changed the subject.
()
Strider looked at Jericho suspiciously. The blind young hobbit seemed to be hiding something. She knew more than it seemed to be, or she was just crazy. He didn't know which, but she could prove dangerous either way. He had also noticed something quite out of the ordinary. She seemed to be growing. Ever since he had found the hobbits she had grown a few inches. It wouldn't be noticeable to her companions, but a taller person would notice immediately. Her hair was also less curly than that of a normal female hobbit. Her feet seemed much smaller than her companions. Things weren't quite right with her.
"We'll reach Weathertop in about 3 days," he announced. This made her start.
"Three Days?" she asked.
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"Yes, a HUGE problem! We can't go to Weathertop!" she yelped frantically.
"Why ever not?" asked Frodo laughing thinking it all to be some joke.
"B-Because it's boring and ugly!" she tried.
"You're blind why would that matter to you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, I'm not entirely selfish. I mean I wouldn't want my dear friends to have to look upon that great big... ugly thing," she fumbled over her words.
"It's the shortest route, and also that's the way Gandalf would be taking," he argued. He felt as if he'd won the battle but that hobbit wasn't ready to give up.
"Listen I don't care what outcome I may cause by doing this, but..." she paused and took a deep breath, "Something bad is going to happen if we go there. Something really bad!"
"What is going to happen?" asked Pippin frightened.
"I can't tell you, I-I don't know what would happen if I did."
"If you know everything then why can't you tell us?" the Ranger asked smugly.
"Because it would tear a hole in the space time continuum. And I'm doing enough damage trying to get you away from it!" she explained.
"Weathertop is the highest point here, we should stick to where we are going, besides, who are you to tell us where we're going you can't even see," he spat. He looked at the lass, who sat there gaping like a fish. She glared at the ground and mumbled something he couldn't hear.
()
"You'll be sorry you didn't listen to me, Aragorn son of Arathorn," she mumbled threateningly. Merry looked at her in shock.
"Jericho?" he asked.
"Can I talk to you in private Merry?" she whispered. He touched her arm and led her away from the group and into the darkness.
"Merry?" she asked, "Do you think I'm a crazy hobbit?"
"No, Never!" he exclaimed grasping her shoulders.
"Do you believe me?" He paused.
"Of course!"
"You're lying, you don't know what to think, I can tell it in your voice. It's okay, I understand," she mumbled her head hanging low.
"Well, I am confused about the whole situation, but we need to trust Strider, he's a Ranger and knows best for us."
"He doesn't know what I know!" she exclaimed.
"No one knows what you do."
"No, I mean, he doesn't know the dangers ahead of him if he goes to Weathertop!" He searched her face with his eyes. He could see how frantic she was.
"What's going to happen?" he asked.
"I can't tell you, it would cause great peril," she explained, "But... just... keep an eye on Frodo for me."
"Two, I promise!" he answered quickly, "And I'll also make sure to keep them on you."
"Why me?"
"Because Strider has been staring at you oddly this whole journey and I'm worried. The wheels turn in his head in a most peculiar way and I worry."
"That jerk off can't do anything to me," she smiled reaching her hand up and touching his face. She felt her way to his lips. He felt the heat of her skin against his lips and sighed contentedly.
"I know, you're very capable of taking care of yourself," he answered his mouth bumping her fingers with every movement. She placed her other fingertips on his left ear. She smiled as she played with the pointy tip of it.
"You're ears are so damn sexy," she smiled strangely. He'd never seen that smile on her face before.
"Um, thanks?"
"You're welcome," she cooed into his ear. That smiled never left her face she kissed his ear and it sent a shiver through out his body.
"Jericho?"
"mmm?"
"What are you doing?" She didn't answer her lips pressed themselves against his cutting off his next statement.
I'm so friggin smarmy right now. Don't ask why I just am. Okay that's enough from me! Review cause it's nice and I like it! Also do it cause Charcoal and Precious told you too! (They're my cat(Precious) and Panda's(Charcoal)) Okay enough!DB:D
Disclaimer: Just like the Lady Bug Cow... I don't own it.
Chapter Thirteen: Mood Swing
Jericho stood in a small grassy field. She was standing by a large tree stump. She looked at it and then sat down. She watched the wind blow through the trees and a darkness fill the sky. She had no fear of the dark, as she had once recalled, but the looming blackness continued to creep up on her as soon everything was enveloped in the dark. Jericho sat alone, or so she thought. A tingling sensation prickled the back of her neck. She turned around sharply and saw nothing. It began to rain. Thunder shook the clearing and a bolt of lightning soon followed. The light flashed and in front of her she saw a young hobbit girl with empty eye sockets and blood dripping down her chin. Behind her stood a figure in black with a crown upon his head. It placed a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. The hobbit pointed at Jericho and shouted her name.
Jericho awoke suddenly sitting up and hitting Pippin in the face with her own. She fell back and rubbed her forehead.
"What the hell were you doing standing over me for Pip?" she asked.
"I was tryin' to wake you up!" he exclaimed placing a hand on his cheek, which was red from Jericho's head colliding with it. Jericho looked around to see that is was almost dawn and that Barliman was standing in the doorway explaining something. She listened and heard him say something about stolen horses. She got up reluctantly and let Pippin lead her over to where Frodo, Sam, and Merry were standing.
"Can't anything be done, Mr. Butterbur?" asked Frodo frantically, "Can't we get a couple of ponies in the village, or even one just for the baggage? I don't suppose we could hire them, but we might be able to buy them." Jericho sighed she wasn't in a good mood.
"I doubt it," said the landlord, Jericho mouthed the words with him, "The two or three riding ponies there were in Bree were stabled in my yard and they're gone. As for other animals, horses or ponies or what not, there are very few of them in Bree, and they won't be for sale. But I'll do what I can. I'll rout out Bob and send him round as soon as may be." Jericho yawned and mumbled something about it being too early for mutterings about ponies and whatnot.
"Yes," the ranger said ignoring the pissy hobbit, "you had better do that. I am afraid we will have to get one pony at least. But so ends all hope of starting early, and slipping away quietly! We might as well have blown a horn to announce our departure. That was part of their plan no doubt."
"There is one crumb of comfort," said Merry. Jericho sighed.
"And more than I crumb I hope," she continued for him, "we can have breakfast while we wait-and sit down to it. Let's get a hold of Nob." She yawned and stumbled back over to her pallet and lay back down.
()
Strider glanced at the hobbit. It was odd. She seemed to know what every one was saying before they said it. How could she though? She was just a little hobbit from the Shire. Or was she. He thought back to the night before. There were many talks. The most interesting of which included the young girl herself. How she was blind, and her feeling toward Merry, and of course the ludicrous idea that she was a human like himself. He wondered about the stability of her mind, but brushed it off. He would just TRY and enjoy a little breakfast. It would be the most cheer he could expect for a long while.
()
Merry walked over to Jericho were she lay trying to go back to sleep.
"Jericho?" he asked softly. Her eyes fluttered open. She mumbled inaudibly and stuffed her head under her pillow.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Nothin" came a muffled voice from the depths of her pallet.
"It's doesn't seem like that," he contradicted.
"I'm just tired," she answered still hiding from the morning light that was seeping through the window.
"Well, you'll be even more so if you don't eat." She emerged from the pallet.
"You sound like my mother," she grumbled.
"You sound like you're upset."
"I'm just groggy, I had a nightmare."
"Again?"
"I've had them almost every single night! And their all so friggin' similar!" she ran a hand through her hair causing it to fly everywhere. He smiled at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You're hair," he chuckled.
"Damn curliness," she cursed trying to smooth it down, "This is like a perm from hell."
"Perm?"
"It's where you try to make your hair curly on purpose."
"Well, it's already curly."
"It wasn't always," she grumbled, "What I would do for a Starbucks right about now."
"Starbucks?"
"Coffee place."
"Coffee?" Jericho groaned.
"Dammit Merry! I can't explain every single friggin thing to ya!" He winced at the anger in her voice. Her face changed quickly.
"I'm sorry Merr, I'm just really edgy and tired, and well, I just feel really lonely." She got up and he led her to the table and handed her a small cake she ate it slowly and looked as if she were contemplating every bite.
()
Jericho felt absolutely worn out, and now that the ponies were gone she would feel even worse. She knew exactly what her problem was. She was going to start her period in a few days. Of all the dumb luck she had to be surrounded by a bunch of dudes and start her period. They're going to think she was a big bitch or that it's too hard for her. But then what are they gonna think when she has to stop moving for a cramp. She sighed and took a bite out of the cake; she didn't even taste it she just ate it for the strength she was going to need.
"I have an announcement," she said butting into the conversation.
"What must you say, lass?" asked Strider. He had a slight mockery in his voice; she didn't like him at all.
"I just thought that I should warn you all of my soon to be disposition."
"What disposition?" asked Pippin worriedly.
"It's nothing serious it's just to explain my crabbiness," she explained, "You see I'm going to be starting my period soon and-"
"What's a period?" asked Sam.
'Crap!' she thought, 'How do you explain the menstrual cycle to hobbits?'
"Uh..." she began, "Well, ya know that time when girls get all edgy and they act really weird."
"Yeah!" the chimed.
"Well, that's what I'm getting ready to go through."
"Why is that a big deal?" asked Pippin.
"Cause she'll be experiencing painful cramping in her stomach and be bleeding from below," explained the ranger. She was shocked at his knowledge of the woman anatomy.
"Ewww!" said Pippin. She smiled and took bigger bite out of her cake. She better stock up on the carbs as to be able to walk forever.
()
Strider looked back at the hobbits and accounted for everyone. There was the ring bearer, his servant, the child, his cousin, and the crazy one. They were all there. He looked at the Merry who was holding Jericho's hand she was looking up toward the warm fall sun. She smiled at it and sighed. At that moment he thought he saw something, something that didn't belong there in that blind hobbit body, but he shook it off and walked ahead leading his convoy out into the wild.
()
Merry held onto Jericho's hand tightly as he led her over the land. Whether because of Strider's skill or for some other reason they saw no sign and heard no sound of any other living thing all that day: neither two-footed, except birds; nor four-footed, except one fox and a few squirrels. The next day they began to steer a steady course eastwards; and still all was quiet and peaceful. On the third day out from Bree they came out of the Chetwood. The land had been falling steadily, ever since they turned aside from the Road, and they now entered a wide flat expanse of country, much more difficult to manage. They were fare beyond the borders of the Bree-land, out in the pathless wilderness, and drawing near to the Midgewater Marshes.
It was extremely hard for Merry to lead Jericho through the damp and soggy ground of the Marsh, and it became even worse when the flies began to eat them alive. Every night was a nightmare, and so was Jericho. She had these moods that changed as the wind blew. One minute she was bubbly and happy and smiling and the world the next she was telling Merry how much she wished the flies would eat Strider's eye balls. Actually that was a semi good mood, when she was in a really horrible mood she wished 'other' parts of the ranger to be consumed.
They had stopped for the night and Merry was sitting next to Jericho smoking his pipe thoughtfully. She swatted a fly on her head and then scratched the spot it had been roughly.
"I wish these damned flies would just kill me and get it over with," she growled massaging her aching feet. Merry had become so used to these remarks that they were becoming humorous.
"I don't know, I think your bad mood may be killing any fly that feed on you," he teased. She looked at him darkly. A moment passed and she broke out into a loud booming laughter, almost too loud for a hobbit.
"Oh, I don't know what I would do without you Merry," she smiled wiping the tears from her eyes. Pippin walked over and sat next to them.
"Was that noise you, Jericho?" he asked.
"You bet your bottom it was," she smiled winking at the younger hobbit. She looked up at Merry and gave him a look of pure and unspoiled love. He felt his pulse quicken and he looked at her as she teased Pippin. It took his breath away.
"You see, Pip," she explained, "where I come from things are quite different. In my hometown I am one of those people that people run away from. I'm just a little bit... different you might say."
"Like Bilbo?" the young hobbit asked excitedly. Frodo looked over at them quizzically.
"What are you saying about Uncle Bilbo?" he asked. This brought Jericho's story to the whole group's attention.
"Well, where I'm from I'm perceived as this crazy batty gal who is absolutely and totally obsessed with-"she stopped short.
"What?" asked Sam excitedly. She fumbled for her words something had caused her to stop and change what she was going to say.
"Uh... I was... erm... obsessed with Cows!" she exclaimed and quickly changed the subject.
()
Strider looked at Jericho suspiciously. The blind young hobbit seemed to be hiding something. She knew more than it seemed to be, or she was just crazy. He didn't know which, but she could prove dangerous either way. He had also noticed something quite out of the ordinary. She seemed to be growing. Ever since he had found the hobbits she had grown a few inches. It wouldn't be noticeable to her companions, but a taller person would notice immediately. Her hair was also less curly than that of a normal female hobbit. Her feet seemed much smaller than her companions. Things weren't quite right with her.
"We'll reach Weathertop in about 3 days," he announced. This made her start.
"Three Days?" she asked.
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"Yes, a HUGE problem! We can't go to Weathertop!" she yelped frantically.
"Why ever not?" asked Frodo laughing thinking it all to be some joke.
"B-Because it's boring and ugly!" she tried.
"You're blind why would that matter to you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, I'm not entirely selfish. I mean I wouldn't want my dear friends to have to look upon that great big... ugly thing," she fumbled over her words.
"It's the shortest route, and also that's the way Gandalf would be taking," he argued. He felt as if he'd won the battle but that hobbit wasn't ready to give up.
"Listen I don't care what outcome I may cause by doing this, but..." she paused and took a deep breath, "Something bad is going to happen if we go there. Something really bad!"
"What is going to happen?" asked Pippin frightened.
"I can't tell you, I-I don't know what would happen if I did."
"If you know everything then why can't you tell us?" the Ranger asked smugly.
"Because it would tear a hole in the space time continuum. And I'm doing enough damage trying to get you away from it!" she explained.
"Weathertop is the highest point here, we should stick to where we are going, besides, who are you to tell us where we're going you can't even see," he spat. He looked at the lass, who sat there gaping like a fish. She glared at the ground and mumbled something he couldn't hear.
()
"You'll be sorry you didn't listen to me, Aragorn son of Arathorn," she mumbled threateningly. Merry looked at her in shock.
"Jericho?" he asked.
"Can I talk to you in private Merry?" she whispered. He touched her arm and led her away from the group and into the darkness.
"Merry?" she asked, "Do you think I'm a crazy hobbit?"
"No, Never!" he exclaimed grasping her shoulders.
"Do you believe me?" He paused.
"Of course!"
"You're lying, you don't know what to think, I can tell it in your voice. It's okay, I understand," she mumbled her head hanging low.
"Well, I am confused about the whole situation, but we need to trust Strider, he's a Ranger and knows best for us."
"He doesn't know what I know!" she exclaimed.
"No one knows what you do."
"No, I mean, he doesn't know the dangers ahead of him if he goes to Weathertop!" He searched her face with his eyes. He could see how frantic she was.
"What's going to happen?" he asked.
"I can't tell you, it would cause great peril," she explained, "But... just... keep an eye on Frodo for me."
"Two, I promise!" he answered quickly, "And I'll also make sure to keep them on you."
"Why me?"
"Because Strider has been staring at you oddly this whole journey and I'm worried. The wheels turn in his head in a most peculiar way and I worry."
"That jerk off can't do anything to me," she smiled reaching her hand up and touching his face. She felt her way to his lips. He felt the heat of her skin against his lips and sighed contentedly.
"I know, you're very capable of taking care of yourself," he answered his mouth bumping her fingers with every movement. She placed her other fingertips on his left ear. She smiled as she played with the pointy tip of it.
"You're ears are so damn sexy," she smiled strangely. He'd never seen that smile on her face before.
"Um, thanks?"
"You're welcome," she cooed into his ear. That smiled never left her face she kissed his ear and it sent a shiver through out his body.
"Jericho?"
"mmm?"
"What are you doing?" She didn't answer her lips pressed themselves against his cutting off his next statement.
I'm so friggin smarmy right now. Don't ask why I just am. Okay that's enough from me! Review cause it's nice and I like it! Also do it cause Charcoal and Precious told you too! (They're my cat(Precious) and Panda's(Charcoal)) Okay enough!DB:D