Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Lord of the Rings or
the Tolkien Estate.
Author's Notes: First, it is officially summer here! I have two months or so to write out my heart. My sister graduated eighth grade today, and I got to not see a movie. Hurrah.
To answer reviews...
Erestor: Yes, I think Haldir was Jewish. I planned for Faramir to be, but I did not like it. It took a while to hit the delete button. Hey, do you remember any other reviews I sent you? Nice trivia.
ESM: Tomatoes! Here is your chapter. Yes, sanity is evil.
Neige: Go Zaphod! Yeah! Froody book. Tell Zaphod 'hi' for me!
Namarie an Lalaith: If your wondering, Dimgwrthien is a name she calls herself, but her real elvish name is Mantuar. Cookies if you can remember that.
On another... erm... foot, I got autographs from people at school! They signed my sketchbook. Here are a few comments.
Artanis Catrina (that's her penname here) wrote her name. I insulted her.
Ariana wrote her name.
Christina M.: I still don't see the thing-a-ma-giggy.
Stephanie: DO NOT FORGET ME!!!
Ashley: Hey, keep up the drawing. HAGS. Hope to see you next year.
Shaf: I hate you. HAGS. I'm not joking. (can you see why he's so nice?)
Nichole: A drawing of a witch.
Anthony signed his name.
Andrew: Waz up and down?
Kate: Throw up on the plant. Think about it.
Devan: (with a smiley face) See you, friend!
Sara: Hey, umm... HAGS and hmmm... pants are for squares, Hehehe.
English Teacher: I love your personality and courage to be an individual. Don't let the morons in the world influence you! Stay special. (aren't I the moron?)
Ashley Number Two: HAKAS. Love you and will miss you. Call me. (I don't even know her...)
Katie: It has been a great year knowing you! Have a great summer!
Social Studies Teacher: It has truly been a pleasure to have you in my class. You are the top one percent- I wish we had more students like you. My job would be perfect. Enjoy summer.
Random Person Who Scribbled a Name: HAKAS.
Science Teacher: Thanks for such a great year. I loved all the pictures. Thanks for always smiling.
Me: Bye, Brain.
Frodo spent a few minutes admiring Lindir's art. "I still don't see it," he would mutter every few minutes. After a while, Elrohir walked by, opened the fridge, and pulled out a drink. Wind came and blew Lindir's paper out the window.
"Why must you do this to me, Eru?" Frodo screamed to the blank ceiling. Dimgwrthien gave him an odd look.
"Hey, what is you real name?" Frodo questioned her.
"Mantuar." We have that whole issue settled, don't we? Dimgwrthien thought icily. As you cannot see, Denethor had dropped a rocking horse on her from the upper story. She had been chasing him for a few hours, screaming words that would make the rating of this story go up a few levels.
"Where were you the night of... today?" Frodo questioned, glaring now.
"Well, I went shopping, drew a picture of a burning munchkin, played the violin, listened to Norah Jones on my stereo..." Frodo nodded off, and woke in time to hear, "...and learned German. And now I'm here."
"German?" Frodo wrinkled his face in confusion. "Why German?"
"Elladan threatened to cart me off to France."
"Don't they speak French?" Dimgwrthien shrugged and walked into the next room.
The time is late. Somewhere near twelve. Legolas has gathered us all in the living room. One of the doors are open. Everyone is rather restless, as Elrond has not lectured anyone yet. Plus, we all got to see the neighbors realize that we did burn down dead tree in their yard. Their faces were priceless!
Pippin dropped his pencil into the binding of the book and shut it with a snap. Several people gave him angry looks, others ignored him. Legolas shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"Well, I got a new pet." Everyone stared at him. This was all he had to say? "Actually, I've had him for a while, but now I have him again. I was shocked that he survived this long. So, I would like you all to meet Sod."
"Sod?" Elrond laughed. "What kind of name is that? Sod?"
"His name is actually SoD, but still..." He whistled loudly.
A large thumping noise came from outside. Everyone watched in fear. All of a sudden, a large black spider made his way in through a small doggie door. Legolas grinned and make to pet the spider.
The creature roared at him, if that wording were available. Then, still roaring, it ran from the room and there was silence. Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo were all clinging to one another, and Dimgwrthien was clinging onto Faramir, her eyes wide in horror. Eowyn pointedly cleared her throat and tapped Dimgwrthien. She grinned and slunk back to another seat.
Oh great. Now we have to chase the thing down. This is going to hurt. Pippin finished writing and joined everyone as they headed out the door, looking for the spider.
Within four hours, the group gave up and retreated back to their house. Night had come earlier, so they all sat in the living room and turned on the TV. The news seemed boring, so no one listened. Dimgwrthien soon left the room to cook dinner.
"In other news," the news reporter started, "a ma-"Haldir turned the television to a music station and watched a music video of Norah Jones's song, Come Away With Me. "Why is the news always so boring?" Erestor, who was perched on the blue couch reading a newspaper, glared angrily.
"Because some people just don't understand how important the news is." As he finished talking, the doorbell rang. Rumil rushed to the door to open it. A man standing there with a bag in one hand and hat in the other smiled nervously. Only Rumil had clear view of him.
"Hello. I'm here with..." he looked at a flyer on the neighbors' door, squinting, "Orcan."
"Orcan?" Rumil asked, unfamiliar with the name. "What's that? Something to do with bugs?"
"Err... yes." The man fingered the bag. "I have to inspect your house."
"Sure!" Rumil moved to let the man in.
The man went to inspecting, and Rumil did not see him, so he walked back to his seat and curled up, listening to some rap song.
"Who was that?" Dimgwrthien questioned.
"Some guy."
"What did you say?"
"I let him in." Everyone turned their attention to Rumil and either glared or let their mouths drop open. "What? He was checking for bugs."
"You dolt!" Orophin smacked him upside the head.
Erestor fingered his newspaper and looked pensive. He flipped back a few pages in the newspaper. "There's an article here," he reported. Dimgwrthien sat down now, trying to peer over Erestor's shoulder. "Something about fake Orcan men coming into houses and stealing. Interesting."
Then, it dawned on everyone at the same time. In unison, they screeched, "RUMIL!"
Rumil shrugged and backed away from the group approaching, each with some type of weapon in hand. He nervously flicked a glance at Dimgwrthien's butcher knife.
"It wasn't me?"
Okay, the end was based on my own experience. Though, I didn't let the guy in. Fake Orcan men were coming into my neighborhood. It was freaky.
Give me a day or so to think of something for the next chapter. I'll work extra hard as to finish it soon.
Let's make the goal back up to ten chapters before school, at the end of August.
I remember the good old days when this story was twenty chapters. And, if your wondering, the first chapter is bits and pieces of the first original six chapters.
Dimgwrthien
PS: Erestor, I'm still trying to upload/scan my pictures! I'll try to get it working whenever my parents aren't home.
Author's Notes: First, it is officially summer here! I have two months or so to write out my heart. My sister graduated eighth grade today, and I got to not see a movie. Hurrah.
To answer reviews...
Erestor: Yes, I think Haldir was Jewish. I planned for Faramir to be, but I did not like it. It took a while to hit the delete button. Hey, do you remember any other reviews I sent you? Nice trivia.
ESM: Tomatoes! Here is your chapter. Yes, sanity is evil.
Neige: Go Zaphod! Yeah! Froody book. Tell Zaphod 'hi' for me!
Namarie an Lalaith: If your wondering, Dimgwrthien is a name she calls herself, but her real elvish name is Mantuar. Cookies if you can remember that.
On another... erm... foot, I got autographs from people at school! They signed my sketchbook. Here are a few comments.
Artanis Catrina (that's her penname here) wrote her name. I insulted her.
Ariana wrote her name.
Christina M.: I still don't see the thing-a-ma-giggy.
Stephanie: DO NOT FORGET ME!!!
Ashley: Hey, keep up the drawing. HAGS. Hope to see you next year.
Shaf: I hate you. HAGS. I'm not joking. (can you see why he's so nice?)
Nichole: A drawing of a witch.
Anthony signed his name.
Andrew: Waz up and down?
Kate: Throw up on the plant. Think about it.
Devan: (with a smiley face) See you, friend!
Sara: Hey, umm... HAGS and hmmm... pants are for squares, Hehehe.
English Teacher: I love your personality and courage to be an individual. Don't let the morons in the world influence you! Stay special. (aren't I the moron?)
Ashley Number Two: HAKAS. Love you and will miss you. Call me. (I don't even know her...)
Katie: It has been a great year knowing you! Have a great summer!
Social Studies Teacher: It has truly been a pleasure to have you in my class. You are the top one percent- I wish we had more students like you. My job would be perfect. Enjoy summer.
Random Person Who Scribbled a Name: HAKAS.
Science Teacher: Thanks for such a great year. I loved all the pictures. Thanks for always smiling.
Me: Bye, Brain.
Frodo spent a few minutes admiring Lindir's art. "I still don't see it," he would mutter every few minutes. After a while, Elrohir walked by, opened the fridge, and pulled out a drink. Wind came and blew Lindir's paper out the window.
"Why must you do this to me, Eru?" Frodo screamed to the blank ceiling. Dimgwrthien gave him an odd look.
"Hey, what is you real name?" Frodo questioned her.
"Mantuar." We have that whole issue settled, don't we? Dimgwrthien thought icily. As you cannot see, Denethor had dropped a rocking horse on her from the upper story. She had been chasing him for a few hours, screaming words that would make the rating of this story go up a few levels.
"Where were you the night of... today?" Frodo questioned, glaring now.
"Well, I went shopping, drew a picture of a burning munchkin, played the violin, listened to Norah Jones on my stereo..." Frodo nodded off, and woke in time to hear, "...and learned German. And now I'm here."
"German?" Frodo wrinkled his face in confusion. "Why German?"
"Elladan threatened to cart me off to France."
"Don't they speak French?" Dimgwrthien shrugged and walked into the next room.
The time is late. Somewhere near twelve. Legolas has gathered us all in the living room. One of the doors are open. Everyone is rather restless, as Elrond has not lectured anyone yet. Plus, we all got to see the neighbors realize that we did burn down dead tree in their yard. Their faces were priceless!
Pippin dropped his pencil into the binding of the book and shut it with a snap. Several people gave him angry looks, others ignored him. Legolas shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"Well, I got a new pet." Everyone stared at him. This was all he had to say? "Actually, I've had him for a while, but now I have him again. I was shocked that he survived this long. So, I would like you all to meet Sod."
"Sod?" Elrond laughed. "What kind of name is that? Sod?"
"His name is actually SoD, but still..." He whistled loudly.
A large thumping noise came from outside. Everyone watched in fear. All of a sudden, a large black spider made his way in through a small doggie door. Legolas grinned and make to pet the spider.
The creature roared at him, if that wording were available. Then, still roaring, it ran from the room and there was silence. Pippin, Merry, Sam, and Frodo were all clinging to one another, and Dimgwrthien was clinging onto Faramir, her eyes wide in horror. Eowyn pointedly cleared her throat and tapped Dimgwrthien. She grinned and slunk back to another seat.
Oh great. Now we have to chase the thing down. This is going to hurt. Pippin finished writing and joined everyone as they headed out the door, looking for the spider.
Within four hours, the group gave up and retreated back to their house. Night had come earlier, so they all sat in the living room and turned on the TV. The news seemed boring, so no one listened. Dimgwrthien soon left the room to cook dinner.
"In other news," the news reporter started, "a ma-"Haldir turned the television to a music station and watched a music video of Norah Jones's song, Come Away With Me. "Why is the news always so boring?" Erestor, who was perched on the blue couch reading a newspaper, glared angrily.
"Because some people just don't understand how important the news is." As he finished talking, the doorbell rang. Rumil rushed to the door to open it. A man standing there with a bag in one hand and hat in the other smiled nervously. Only Rumil had clear view of him.
"Hello. I'm here with..." he looked at a flyer on the neighbors' door, squinting, "Orcan."
"Orcan?" Rumil asked, unfamiliar with the name. "What's that? Something to do with bugs?"
"Err... yes." The man fingered the bag. "I have to inspect your house."
"Sure!" Rumil moved to let the man in.
The man went to inspecting, and Rumil did not see him, so he walked back to his seat and curled up, listening to some rap song.
"Who was that?" Dimgwrthien questioned.
"Some guy."
"What did you say?"
"I let him in." Everyone turned their attention to Rumil and either glared or let their mouths drop open. "What? He was checking for bugs."
"You dolt!" Orophin smacked him upside the head.
Erestor fingered his newspaper and looked pensive. He flipped back a few pages in the newspaper. "There's an article here," he reported. Dimgwrthien sat down now, trying to peer over Erestor's shoulder. "Something about fake Orcan men coming into houses and stealing. Interesting."
Then, it dawned on everyone at the same time. In unison, they screeched, "RUMIL!"
Rumil shrugged and backed away from the group approaching, each with some type of weapon in hand. He nervously flicked a glance at Dimgwrthien's butcher knife.
"It wasn't me?"
Okay, the end was based on my own experience. Though, I didn't let the guy in. Fake Orcan men were coming into my neighborhood. It was freaky.
Give me a day or so to think of something for the next chapter. I'll work extra hard as to finish it soon.
Let's make the goal back up to ten chapters before school, at the end of August.
I remember the good old days when this story was twenty chapters. And, if your wondering, the first chapter is bits and pieces of the first original six chapters.
Dimgwrthien
PS: Erestor, I'm still trying to upload/scan my pictures! I'll try to get it working whenever my parents aren't home.