Hey ya'll I am back and ready to kick some boo-TAY!!!! Just a quick note, I
have revised EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER!!!! And seeing as how you've probably not
read this in a while I would recommend rereading the entire thing. You
don't necessarily have to do it before you read this chapter, but things
will make so much more since if you do it before I finish the fic and go on
with the sequel! Yes folks, I'm making a sequel! Really this time, not the
flub I had with Buck for your Brandy! Anywho I know what you really want,
and who am I to keep you from it. Without any further 'crap' from me!
Here's the next FRIGGIN chapter!
Disclaimer: I own the number 5, Merry's boxers, and the 32nd hair on his left pinkie toe. (not really I don't own anything)
Chapter Sixteen: Ups and Downs (not necessarily in that order)
The waters died down and Merry led Jericho across the slow waters. She starred at Frodo; obviously he was in the Nazgul world, because her face was filled with horror and disgust.
"Glorfindel!" she ordered, "Ride up to Elrond and bring him forth to get Frodo, please hurry!" Merry stared at her in wonder, 'How did she know about Elrond?' he thought. He hadn't remembered telling her anything about him. They followed the elves when they arrived up to the Last Homely House and were told to stay away until all could be settled.
3 days passed and only Sam could get near to Frodo's side. Those days were spent by Merry, Pippin, and Jericho fretting and pacing the small room they shared just off the corridor from Frodo.
On the Fourth night they were allowed to see him. Sam and Pippin sat on his right side and clutched his hand in both of theirs. Merry and Jericho sat across from them doing the same. All four sat and watched his face, contorted and sad.
"Sadness reigns over his mind," Jericho said wearily her other hand clutching Merry's.
"As it does all of us," answered Merry squeezing her hand. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"He'll be all right don't you think?" asked Pippin worriedly.
"He'll be fine," Jericho reassured, "He'll wake tomorrow, but none of us will be there. It's for the best." She lay back in her chair and placed her hands over her eyes gently.
"Jericho?" asked Sam his face full of worry, "Are you feeling well?"
"No," she answered.
"What's wrong?" Merry said suddenly placing a hand on her shoulder.
"My eyes, they've ached with a dull pain these past days, but sometimes it burns. It's burning now." She winced.
"They could be infected!" Pippin exclaimed.
"It could be the fact that I haven't slept in days," also she answered, "Nothing to worry about, Frodo's got it off worse. I'll be fine tomorrow." Merry looked at her skeptically as she excused herself and went to bed.
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Jericho awoke on October the 24th. She opened her eyes to see a pale haze in front of her. It was white and she could make out strange objects, like a bed or vanity or something. When she came to herself she realized what she was seeing. She was seeing!
Suddenly a scream erupted throughout the corridor that consisted of the words, 'God, Ack, My, Oh, Friggin, Hell, Yeah, Spork, Banjo's, Merry, See, I, and Can.' Not all necessarily in that order.
Jericho saw two figures rush in and jump onto her bed.
"Jericho what's the matter?" Merry asked on her right. She looked at him, directly at him through the white haze.
"What did you say about a Banjo?" Pippin also asked. She looked then at Pippin, at his blurred face that was contorted beyond all belief. She felt hot tears well up in her eyes.
"I-"she choked on her sobs, "I-I can see!" she proclaimed. There was a silence then Merry and Pippin both erupted in joyous laughter and grabbed her in a huge hug. Merry kissed her tears and held her in his arms and Pippin waved his hand in front of her face and asked her was finger he was holding up.
"It's not all back though, guys," she told them after the joy had worn off, "I'm still a little blurry."
"But still, that means it'll get better!" Pippin said jumping on her bed.
"And you'll be able to see the earth! All of Middle Earth! Remember what you said, back at Tom's house?" Merry asked. She remembered and she felt a sense of pride in being able to see again.
()
Strider heard the shouts of joy from the room as he passed on his way from seeing to Frodo. He opened the door a crack to see Jericho jumping on the bed with Merry and Pippin. The Ranger stood against the door jam until he saw the lass notice him... she noticed him.
"What are you looking at Strider?" she asked stopping in mid jump, a smile playing on her lips. He stared for a moment and walked further into the room. She looked directly at him.
"You may be fuzzy about the edges but I would notice you anywhere, Aragorn," she beamed.
"You can see!" he proclaimed.
"She can see!" Pippin shrieked bouncing up again.
"Yes, ranger, I can see, but not well enough yet. You see now, that I am not half as crazy as you thought."
"Only half," he answered bitterly and leaving the room.
He stood outside the door and listened to Merry fume.
"Why does he treat you that way?" he asked.
"Because he knows," she answered simply.
"What?"
"That I'm not supposed to be here."
"Jericho, not this again..."
"Merry," Pippin interrupted, "You don't honestly doubt her do you?"
"Look at her Pip! She is a hobbit! HOB-BIT!" he enunciated.
"I am not! Merry, please I thought you understood!" she pleaded.
"There's nothing to understand you're a hobbit, and that's that!" He stormed out of the room and past Strider without even seeing him.
()
Jericho felt her vision become even more blurred with fresh tears streaming down her face. Pippin soothed her. She collapsed on to the bed and sobbed.
"Why doesn't he believe me?" she asked.
"I don't know Jericho," he cooed, "Maybe it's because he's afraid to loose you?"
"But, I love him, I told him that!"
"I know, I know, he just doesn't seem to want to face it."
"I'll make him face it," she threatened feeling the anger rise in her, "I'll show him I was right, just like I showed Strider I could see!" She stormed out of the room and into the hallway.
She stumbled down the corridor and toward a drawing room where she saw Elrond reading with Glorfindel.
"Make me a human!" she said.
"My dear hobbit," began Elrond.
"I'm NOT a hobbit," she growled cutting him off.
"Then Miss, do you not realize what you ask?" he continued.
"I know exactly what I ask, I ask that I return to the form I was born into. I ask to become Jericho Dranche, a 19 year old girl from the United States of America!"
"I can grant this of you, but here," he reached behind him and took a glass from Glorfindel, "Drink this you will fall asleep and when you wake up you will be able to see and you'll be yourself again." She grabbed and quickly drank the vile substance down. Immediately she dropped to the floor.
()
"You are certain she'll join the fellowship?" asked Elrond as they laid her body down on the bed.
"Of course, if there is any doubt she'll be forced to go by those hobbit friends of hers," Glorfindel reassured. He stared down at her body and saw that before his eyes her hair was beginning to straighten. The black streaks of her hair were becoming more vivid and her blonde roots showing at her scalp.
"Yes, she'll join," he repeated.
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Merry sat down at the table for dinner. Frodo was at the largest table seated amongst people of high culture and class. Jericho wasn't to be seen. He worried, as he had not seen her since their last meeting. Of course, he felt like an ass for saying those things. There was just no way he could believe her, though. Never on earth could it be possible for her to be a human. It just didn't happen.
Pippin sat next to him picking at the food on his plate and not eating anything.
"Merry," he said quietly so as no one could hear.
"Yes Pip?"
"I'm worried."
"About Jericho?"
"Uh huh... she said..." his voice trailed off.
"What did she say?" he asked frantically.
"She said that she was going to show you that she was a Big Person... she said... 'She'd make you believe."
Merry looked at his plate and said nothing. He got up and excused himself walking into the gardens outside.
Once in the garden he saw a man standing in shadows of a tree. He was in full armor and carried a horn slung over his shoulder. He noticed the hobbit only moments after he arrived.
"Oh, my!" he said perplexed, "This is the halfling I heard about."
"Hello sir? May I help you?" Merry asked confused and bewildered.
"Yes, I was supposed to come here on behalf of my country, Gondor. I saw you were feasting and decided not to bother. You are a strange creature!" he mused.
"Uh... thanks," he answered, "Hey, You haven't seen another person like me around have you, only a girl?"
"No, I couldn't say so. I did see however a fair-haired maiden streaked in darkness and with eyes as cold as the moon. She spoke little too me. I wouldn't have noticed her had she not run into a tree." Merry sighed thinking what strange creatures elves were.
"Well, thanks, It was nice to meet you...uh..."
"Boromir."
"Boromir," he said slowly, "I'm Merry!" He extended his hand and the man shook it.
"Glad to have met one of you. Such strange things you are..." Merry left the man in his awe and walked back into the house and into the festivities.
I ain't gonna say nothing!-DB:D
Disclaimer: I own the number 5, Merry's boxers, and the 32nd hair on his left pinkie toe. (not really I don't own anything)
Chapter Sixteen: Ups and Downs (not necessarily in that order)
The waters died down and Merry led Jericho across the slow waters. She starred at Frodo; obviously he was in the Nazgul world, because her face was filled with horror and disgust.
"Glorfindel!" she ordered, "Ride up to Elrond and bring him forth to get Frodo, please hurry!" Merry stared at her in wonder, 'How did she know about Elrond?' he thought. He hadn't remembered telling her anything about him. They followed the elves when they arrived up to the Last Homely House and were told to stay away until all could be settled.
3 days passed and only Sam could get near to Frodo's side. Those days were spent by Merry, Pippin, and Jericho fretting and pacing the small room they shared just off the corridor from Frodo.
On the Fourth night they were allowed to see him. Sam and Pippin sat on his right side and clutched his hand in both of theirs. Merry and Jericho sat across from them doing the same. All four sat and watched his face, contorted and sad.
"Sadness reigns over his mind," Jericho said wearily her other hand clutching Merry's.
"As it does all of us," answered Merry squeezing her hand. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"He'll be all right don't you think?" asked Pippin worriedly.
"He'll be fine," Jericho reassured, "He'll wake tomorrow, but none of us will be there. It's for the best." She lay back in her chair and placed her hands over her eyes gently.
"Jericho?" asked Sam his face full of worry, "Are you feeling well?"
"No," she answered.
"What's wrong?" Merry said suddenly placing a hand on her shoulder.
"My eyes, they've ached with a dull pain these past days, but sometimes it burns. It's burning now." She winced.
"They could be infected!" Pippin exclaimed.
"It could be the fact that I haven't slept in days," also she answered, "Nothing to worry about, Frodo's got it off worse. I'll be fine tomorrow." Merry looked at her skeptically as she excused herself and went to bed.
()
Jericho awoke on October the 24th. She opened her eyes to see a pale haze in front of her. It was white and she could make out strange objects, like a bed or vanity or something. When she came to herself she realized what she was seeing. She was seeing!
Suddenly a scream erupted throughout the corridor that consisted of the words, 'God, Ack, My, Oh, Friggin, Hell, Yeah, Spork, Banjo's, Merry, See, I, and Can.' Not all necessarily in that order.
Jericho saw two figures rush in and jump onto her bed.
"Jericho what's the matter?" Merry asked on her right. She looked at him, directly at him through the white haze.
"What did you say about a Banjo?" Pippin also asked. She looked then at Pippin, at his blurred face that was contorted beyond all belief. She felt hot tears well up in her eyes.
"I-"she choked on her sobs, "I-I can see!" she proclaimed. There was a silence then Merry and Pippin both erupted in joyous laughter and grabbed her in a huge hug. Merry kissed her tears and held her in his arms and Pippin waved his hand in front of her face and asked her was finger he was holding up.
"It's not all back though, guys," she told them after the joy had worn off, "I'm still a little blurry."
"But still, that means it'll get better!" Pippin said jumping on her bed.
"And you'll be able to see the earth! All of Middle Earth! Remember what you said, back at Tom's house?" Merry asked. She remembered and she felt a sense of pride in being able to see again.
()
Strider heard the shouts of joy from the room as he passed on his way from seeing to Frodo. He opened the door a crack to see Jericho jumping on the bed with Merry and Pippin. The Ranger stood against the door jam until he saw the lass notice him... she noticed him.
"What are you looking at Strider?" she asked stopping in mid jump, a smile playing on her lips. He stared for a moment and walked further into the room. She looked directly at him.
"You may be fuzzy about the edges but I would notice you anywhere, Aragorn," she beamed.
"You can see!" he proclaimed.
"She can see!" Pippin shrieked bouncing up again.
"Yes, ranger, I can see, but not well enough yet. You see now, that I am not half as crazy as you thought."
"Only half," he answered bitterly and leaving the room.
He stood outside the door and listened to Merry fume.
"Why does he treat you that way?" he asked.
"Because he knows," she answered simply.
"What?"
"That I'm not supposed to be here."
"Jericho, not this again..."
"Merry," Pippin interrupted, "You don't honestly doubt her do you?"
"Look at her Pip! She is a hobbit! HOB-BIT!" he enunciated.
"I am not! Merry, please I thought you understood!" she pleaded.
"There's nothing to understand you're a hobbit, and that's that!" He stormed out of the room and past Strider without even seeing him.
()
Jericho felt her vision become even more blurred with fresh tears streaming down her face. Pippin soothed her. She collapsed on to the bed and sobbed.
"Why doesn't he believe me?" she asked.
"I don't know Jericho," he cooed, "Maybe it's because he's afraid to loose you?"
"But, I love him, I told him that!"
"I know, I know, he just doesn't seem to want to face it."
"I'll make him face it," she threatened feeling the anger rise in her, "I'll show him I was right, just like I showed Strider I could see!" She stormed out of the room and into the hallway.
She stumbled down the corridor and toward a drawing room where she saw Elrond reading with Glorfindel.
"Make me a human!" she said.
"My dear hobbit," began Elrond.
"I'm NOT a hobbit," she growled cutting him off.
"Then Miss, do you not realize what you ask?" he continued.
"I know exactly what I ask, I ask that I return to the form I was born into. I ask to become Jericho Dranche, a 19 year old girl from the United States of America!"
"I can grant this of you, but here," he reached behind him and took a glass from Glorfindel, "Drink this you will fall asleep and when you wake up you will be able to see and you'll be yourself again." She grabbed and quickly drank the vile substance down. Immediately she dropped to the floor.
()
"You are certain she'll join the fellowship?" asked Elrond as they laid her body down on the bed.
"Of course, if there is any doubt she'll be forced to go by those hobbit friends of hers," Glorfindel reassured. He stared down at her body and saw that before his eyes her hair was beginning to straighten. The black streaks of her hair were becoming more vivid and her blonde roots showing at her scalp.
"Yes, she'll join," he repeated.
()
Merry sat down at the table for dinner. Frodo was at the largest table seated amongst people of high culture and class. Jericho wasn't to be seen. He worried, as he had not seen her since their last meeting. Of course, he felt like an ass for saying those things. There was just no way he could believe her, though. Never on earth could it be possible for her to be a human. It just didn't happen.
Pippin sat next to him picking at the food on his plate and not eating anything.
"Merry," he said quietly so as no one could hear.
"Yes Pip?"
"I'm worried."
"About Jericho?"
"Uh huh... she said..." his voice trailed off.
"What did she say?" he asked frantically.
"She said that she was going to show you that she was a Big Person... she said... 'She'd make you believe."
Merry looked at his plate and said nothing. He got up and excused himself walking into the gardens outside.
Once in the garden he saw a man standing in shadows of a tree. He was in full armor and carried a horn slung over his shoulder. He noticed the hobbit only moments after he arrived.
"Oh, my!" he said perplexed, "This is the halfling I heard about."
"Hello sir? May I help you?" Merry asked confused and bewildered.
"Yes, I was supposed to come here on behalf of my country, Gondor. I saw you were feasting and decided not to bother. You are a strange creature!" he mused.
"Uh... thanks," he answered, "Hey, You haven't seen another person like me around have you, only a girl?"
"No, I couldn't say so. I did see however a fair-haired maiden streaked in darkness and with eyes as cold as the moon. She spoke little too me. I wouldn't have noticed her had she not run into a tree." Merry sighed thinking what strange creatures elves were.
"Well, thanks, It was nice to meet you...uh..."
"Boromir."
"Boromir," he said slowly, "I'm Merry!" He extended his hand and the man shook it.
"Glad to have met one of you. Such strange things you are..." Merry left the man in his awe and walked back into the house and into the festivities.
I ain't gonna say nothing!-DB:D