Watch Out Middle Earth! – The Dwarf
Everyone slowly wakes up. Birds chirping... sunrise....very pretty scene...until...
"OY!" Mellaquiimm yelled at D'elph and Shili. "You broke the tent rules!"
"No we didn't! Pants stayed on!" Shili argued...assuming that was what she was talking about.
"Yeah! What now???" D'elph said.
"No, no, no...you were SNORING!" she yelled.
"..."
"Gah." She sighed. "Stupid hybrids..." she trailed off.
Gwinder comes up to them...with a bunch of red dots on his face.
"What happened to you?" asked Radiion.
"...I kind of mistook a red ant hill as a nice pile of sand to place my head on..." He replied. He blushed with embarrassment.
"HAHAHA" Everyone laughed at his misfortune.
"Not funny you guys....it itches...a lot..." he began ferociously scratching his face.
"You're not supposed to scratch!" yelled Arallahmenorah. "You're gonna make it worse!"
"BACK OFF! IT FEELS GOOD!" He screamed. Arallahmenorah attempted to grab his arms to make him stop, but he wouldn't have it.
"You realize that he's gonna get annoying with his scratching and complaining right??" D'elph said.
"We need to get him somewhere before he friggen hurts himself..." Ereon said.
"Oh, now where do expect us to take him?? We're in the middle of no where!" Arallahmenorah shouted, still wrestling with Gwindor's arms.
"...Well, there's that little teepee thing over there." Ereon answered, and pointed to a small tent in the distance.
"Alright, wondering into a strange and unknown tent it is!" Merenwen said. They all packed up their tents, and saddled their horses. Orophin however didn't feel like getting up. "Hey! You're supposed to be the happy and giddy one!" D'elph said to his horse. Orophin reluctantly got up, and as soon as D'elph was one, Orophin took off at full gallop. The rest of the gang decided to take this opportunity to pet their horses and compliment them on their lovely behavior. All except for Gwindor, who had been wrestled down by everyone, and strapped onto his horse, Celahir.
Soon they all stood outside a tent, which they now saw was purple, and suddenly a dwarf woman appeared. "Why, hello there! It's nice to see you all! My name is Nalvia! How may I help you??"
She was a very curious dwarf. She had long straight, dark hair, pale skin and green eyes. She seemed to be quite friendly, so the group told her Gwindor's predicament.
"Oh you poor dear! Come inside! All of you! Come inside!" She ushered them all inside the tent.
The appearance outside of the tent gave nothing away as to what was inside. A small modest tent on the outside, turned out to be a very spacious home on the inside. There was obviously some work of magic behind this.
Nothing was normal inside her home. It was filled with weird and foreign instruments.
"Now come here, Gwindor I presume?" Nalvia asked. She gestured to a big comfortable armchair for him to sit in. She walked over to a shelf, and got a bottle of a dark blue liquid, and she soon had it on a cloth, and was rubbing it on Gwindor's face. Gwindor was certainly taken back by this stranger's ways. He soon found himself falling for her.
"Whoa, how'd you know his name?" Mellaquiimm asked.
"Why, I know all of your names, wise Mellaquiimm." She said, freaking everyone out a little bit.
"Care to explain??' Radiion asked.
"Ah, the Took speaks." Nalvia said. "I know of the journey Gandalf has assigned you to. I am to help you. Gandalf told the horses to come this way. Even if Gwindor here hadn't been bitten, they would have still lead you here. Like I said, my name is Nalvia. I am a dwarf. You may have noticed my height. I'm quite tall for a dwarf, this is the reason I was cast away from the rest of my family, who's name I dare not speak."
The group exchanged worried faces, but they did not say a word.
"Well, the day isn't getting any younger! Let's get a move on shall we?? To Rohan!!" She said as she showed them all out. They mounted their houses, and Nalvia mounted her own grey pony.
D'elph and Shili strayed to the back of the caravan. "So what do you think about her?" Shili asked.
"All I ask..." he started. "...is that she knows how to cook."
"No no no. That's not what I meant! I mean, how she knows so much, and we know so little. Gandalf sure isn't one to share a lot of information with us, but he apparently tells her a lot. I hate feeling left out..."
"Oh get over it. Either way, we're gonna get out of this. And if we don't make it through this thing alive, we've had some good times along the way."
"Good point."
"Did I say times? I meant meals. We're sure to have some yummy foreign food..." He goes on talking about his favorite meals.
END
A/N...Hmm....it'll do...REVIEW PEAS!
To my friends who are reading this...Nalvia is Wallace...'cause she said my ass is grass, and she's the lawnmower if I didn't put her in here. And ya'll know how scared I am of lawnmowers.