Chapter 4
SUM, SUM, SUM
Mary-Sue would not give up. Her problem seemed to be that she only took the first step and took the second for granted. So she had another plan.
She just wished to be picked up by Aragorn and the hobbits on their way to Rivendell. THAT would be foolproof! Mary-Sue should have known that she was tempting fate.
It stank and it was load. She could not yet see anything because she found herself arriving in the dead of night. It sounded like a sum, sum, sum, growing louder and louder and finally she heard wailing followed by a soft sigh. The first sounding hobbitish, the latter like a human voice. It seemed as if they were complaining about something.
"Strider! It does itch everywhere, but not only a little but. Apart from that I am sore and it is so loud that I can't even sleep!"
"No doubt, she had found them!"
"Listen, Master Took," Aragorn sounded like his patience was waning to its end. "If it helps, I can tell you that you are not the only one who is feeling that way. There is a good reason why there is no Ranger path in the Marshes. But I have good news, we will have left them behind us the next day."
"Promised?"
"Yes, promised. And as you are not able to sleep, you could watch with me. What about that?" He said, not sounding convinced if the idea was good.
Silence.
"Strider?"
"Does the pony like midges?"
Aragorn looked had the hobbit, puzzled and chuckled softly. "I'm pretty sure he does not, Perigrin. He can't even scratch himself."
Strider hurled an unlucky midge away from his face, giving it a lot of speed.
Mary-Sue still cursed as she – after a fast free fly – set out to Wethertop.
SUM, SUM, SUM
Mary-Sue would not give up. Her problem seemed to be that she only took the first step and took the second for granted. So she had another plan.
She just wished to be picked up by Aragorn and the hobbits on their way to Rivendell. THAT would be foolproof! Mary-Sue should have known that she was tempting fate.
It stank and it was load. She could not yet see anything because she found herself arriving in the dead of night. It sounded like a sum, sum, sum, growing louder and louder and finally she heard wailing followed by a soft sigh. The first sounding hobbitish, the latter like a human voice. It seemed as if they were complaining about something.
"Strider! It does itch everywhere, but not only a little but. Apart from that I am sore and it is so loud that I can't even sleep!"
"No doubt, she had found them!"
"Listen, Master Took," Aragorn sounded like his patience was waning to its end. "If it helps, I can tell you that you are not the only one who is feeling that way. There is a good reason why there is no Ranger path in the Marshes. But I have good news, we will have left them behind us the next day."
"Promised?"
"Yes, promised. And as you are not able to sleep, you could watch with me. What about that?" He said, not sounding convinced if the idea was good.
Silence.
"Strider?"
"Does the pony like midges?"
Aragorn looked had the hobbit, puzzled and chuckled softly. "I'm pretty sure he does not, Perigrin. He can't even scratch himself."
Strider hurled an unlucky midge away from his face, giving it a lot of speed.
Mary-Sue still cursed as she – after a fast free fly – set out to Wethertop.