Hehe...okay, Marpessa, whatever you say. Poser? I dunno about that, but sure,
I can live with that. How dare I? Like this. Hehe, this is fun. I am a fan,
no matter what you say classifies me as one or not. I love lotr, and guess
what? You're judging me entire book by two chapters. Don't do that with my
stories, thank you very much. I'm preparing for a twist, just like I said
there would be one. All I can tell you is to trust me, and that I'll make
every thing work out. Yes, Aragorn is OOC, I admit it, but you have to
remember people, this is middle-earth we're talking about. Aragorn was
raised like an elf, and elves have very different standards of kissing.
I'll let you in on a little secret: he doesn't love Amyla. He loves Arwen.
I'm telling you, it's gonna work out. I know it's hard, but trust the
author. She knows what she's doing.
Chapter three
Frodo
Amyla had fallen into a void, a dark endless sea of comfort. She simply floated there, enjoying the blankness of her mind. She often slept this way, telling herself that her troubles were made for the conscious world, not the one in her head. She did dream sometimes, but usually only during times of complete peace, when her mind was at rest before she drifted off to her void, so she would entertain herself for those quiet hours by herself.
But her void was shattered as the door to her room burst open, and a boy stumbled in, followed closely by Strider. Neither seemed to notice her, so she stayed quiet and just watched. "What do you want?" asked the lad. He sounded terrified, and looked up at the man with caution flashing in his blue eyes. He had curly brown hair, and dirty clothes, but the oddest thing about him was his furry feet. That's when she realized what he truly was. A hobbit, and one from the Shire, probably of the place they called the Hobbiton, judging by his clothes. Some of the more adventuresome hobbits had come upon her clan some years back, and told them of their ways in exchange for supplies. Amyla had memorized everything they told her, and she often past the information to the young children she looked after when they cried for a story or two.
"A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing," said the panicky hobbit.
"Indeed," Strider said sarcastically. He began to put out the candles on the table, and glanced at Amyla, but otherwise ignored her presence. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely," he said as he turned back to the hobbit and took off his hood, "that is a rare gift."
"Who are you?"
"Are you frightened?"
"Y-yes."
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." He looked at the door and drew his sword just as three more hobbits barged in, fists ready for a fight.
"Let 'im go, or I'll have you, Long shanks!" one of them yelled.
Strider looked a little disappointed and put away his sword. "You have a stout heart, little hobbit, but that will not save you." He turned back to the first hobbit, "You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming." Amyla was a little taken aback that he knew the hobbit's name, but decided now was the best time to make herself known.
"Who is coming?" she asked. Every head in the room turned to her, and she blushed a little now that she realized how awkward it was to enter the conversation from she was sitting amongst her bedclothes on the floor. Strider closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Now the hobbits thought that the two had been sleeping together, and they both blushed even redder as the halflings' eyebrows disappeared beneath their hairlines. A few of the hobbits eyed each other, desperately trying to hide the smiles that were creeping onto their faces. Amyla could have died on the spot, but Strider continued as if nothing had happened and everything was quite normal.
"Have you heard of Sauron's deadliest servants?"
She blinked. "You mean...the Nine? The Nine are coming? No...they were destroyed-"
"No, they weren't. And now they are after Frodo."
"Why?" she asked, but she didn't need to. She fit the pieces together, though at first she didn't believe it, but then she felt it. It called to, calling her name. She looked wide-eyed at the one called Frodo, and could almost see it resting in his left side pocket on his vest. "The One Ring..." she whispered, finally understanding. He quickly put his hand over the pocket, and she looked him in the eye. He looked even more frightened than he had before. "You must be strong, Master Frodo, if you can carry such an evil burden." He relaxed a little as her words, but not totally. She shook her head, and looked back at Strider. "When are we leaving? How soon will they be here?"
"We cannot run tonight. We will leave first thing it the morning."
Frodo looked up at him. "We?"
He looked down at the hobbit, and said firmly, "We." There was no question that everyone in the room would be leaving the next day as one group. "There are some things that we will need. I will see to them. Amyla, will you watch them?" She nodded, and he made for the door. This time, he did lock it behind him.
Amyla stood, and made ready the bed. "You all must be tired, I suspect. A good night's rest will do you well." She turned to them, a motherly smile on her face. They all considerably relaxed, and two of them nodded and ran to the bed. She helped them up, since their legs were far from long enough to get them up on their own. "now I only know one of your names, and it's been a long time since I've been around any hobbits, so you'll have to help me out." The two in bed opened their mouths to answer, but the one standing next to Frodo spoke up first.
"How do we know we can trust you?" he looked suspiciously at her, and her smile waned a little.
"Well, why don't you get on the bed and ask me some questions? None of us are going anywhere, seeing as how Strider locked us in, and I don't have any weapons with me, so I can't really do you any harm. What do you say?" He glanced at Frodo, who glanced back and went over to the bed, so he followed dejectedly behind. She helped them both up, then sat at the end and waited for their questions.
"What's your name again?" asked the one on the far left. "What did Strider call you?"
"Amyla, though you may call me Amy if you wish. Do you know Strider well?"
"Not as well as you, I'm sure," said the hobbit next to Frodo.
"Oh, I would not be so quick to judge if I were you, my lad. I just arrived in this town midday today, and I only met Strider a few hours ago."
"You two looked like you had...er..."
"Sam!" cried Frodo.
"Well it's true!" replied Sam matter-of-factly.
"We haven't. Strider and I are friends, and apparently no more."
"What do you mean, 'apparently'? Were you that woman everyone is talking about in the pub?"
"Well, he told me to call him Strider or Friend, and what do you mean, that woman everyone is talking about? What have they been saying?"
"They say a woman was just sold to an outsider, but some say that she was really an elf. At least that's what the owner was saying," said the hobbit to Sam's left.
"Oh really? That boy needs to keep his nose out of other people's business. I'm not an elf, any one can see from my ears," she said, tucking her stray blonde hair behind her ears, "but I might as well be one, since I've lived as long as one."
"S-so you were sold to him?"
"In a sense, yes. He bought me out of the goodness of his heart so I wouldn't end up in the hands of someone who would seek to use me."
"That was nice," said the one on the end.
"Yes, it was," she said warmly. "Now, enough questions. I still don't know half your names."
"I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee. Perigrin Took is my cousin, and his friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck," said Frodo, indicating each of them in turn. "We all hail from the Shire."
"Well, little Shirelings, you all need your rest, so tuck yourselves in and go to sleep. Strider will be back any moment, and I'm sure he'll be cross if we are still awake." They all got settled in, the hobbits on the bed, and Amy on the floor. She had barely drifted off when she vaguely heard a key in the door.
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There you have it! Chapter three! I hope y'all liked it, because that's probably all you're gonna get for about a week. I'll be in San Diego for EFY (a church thing) til about the fifth of July. Oh, and if you're wondering, here's a few pronunciations: Amyla—ah-ME-la, and Amy—AH-me (not AIM-ee). I hate it when my friends mispronounce my characters' names, so now you know, even if they still don't get it. Good night!
Chapter three
Frodo
Amyla had fallen into a void, a dark endless sea of comfort. She simply floated there, enjoying the blankness of her mind. She often slept this way, telling herself that her troubles were made for the conscious world, not the one in her head. She did dream sometimes, but usually only during times of complete peace, when her mind was at rest before she drifted off to her void, so she would entertain herself for those quiet hours by herself.
But her void was shattered as the door to her room burst open, and a boy stumbled in, followed closely by Strider. Neither seemed to notice her, so she stayed quiet and just watched. "What do you want?" asked the lad. He sounded terrified, and looked up at the man with caution flashing in his blue eyes. He had curly brown hair, and dirty clothes, but the oddest thing about him was his furry feet. That's when she realized what he truly was. A hobbit, and one from the Shire, probably of the place they called the Hobbiton, judging by his clothes. Some of the more adventuresome hobbits had come upon her clan some years back, and told them of their ways in exchange for supplies. Amyla had memorized everything they told her, and she often past the information to the young children she looked after when they cried for a story or two.
"A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing," said the panicky hobbit.
"Indeed," Strider said sarcastically. He began to put out the candles on the table, and glanced at Amyla, but otherwise ignored her presence. "I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely," he said as he turned back to the hobbit and took off his hood, "that is a rare gift."
"Who are you?"
"Are you frightened?"
"Y-yes."
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." He looked at the door and drew his sword just as three more hobbits barged in, fists ready for a fight.
"Let 'im go, or I'll have you, Long shanks!" one of them yelled.
Strider looked a little disappointed and put away his sword. "You have a stout heart, little hobbit, but that will not save you." He turned back to the first hobbit, "You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming." Amyla was a little taken aback that he knew the hobbit's name, but decided now was the best time to make herself known.
"Who is coming?" she asked. Every head in the room turned to her, and she blushed a little now that she realized how awkward it was to enter the conversation from she was sitting amongst her bedclothes on the floor. Strider closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Now the hobbits thought that the two had been sleeping together, and they both blushed even redder as the halflings' eyebrows disappeared beneath their hairlines. A few of the hobbits eyed each other, desperately trying to hide the smiles that were creeping onto their faces. Amyla could have died on the spot, but Strider continued as if nothing had happened and everything was quite normal.
"Have you heard of Sauron's deadliest servants?"
She blinked. "You mean...the Nine? The Nine are coming? No...they were destroyed-"
"No, they weren't. And now they are after Frodo."
"Why?" she asked, but she didn't need to. She fit the pieces together, though at first she didn't believe it, but then she felt it. It called to, calling her name. She looked wide-eyed at the one called Frodo, and could almost see it resting in his left side pocket on his vest. "The One Ring..." she whispered, finally understanding. He quickly put his hand over the pocket, and she looked him in the eye. He looked even more frightened than he had before. "You must be strong, Master Frodo, if you can carry such an evil burden." He relaxed a little as her words, but not totally. She shook her head, and looked back at Strider. "When are we leaving? How soon will they be here?"
"We cannot run tonight. We will leave first thing it the morning."
Frodo looked up at him. "We?"
He looked down at the hobbit, and said firmly, "We." There was no question that everyone in the room would be leaving the next day as one group. "There are some things that we will need. I will see to them. Amyla, will you watch them?" She nodded, and he made for the door. This time, he did lock it behind him.
Amyla stood, and made ready the bed. "You all must be tired, I suspect. A good night's rest will do you well." She turned to them, a motherly smile on her face. They all considerably relaxed, and two of them nodded and ran to the bed. She helped them up, since their legs were far from long enough to get them up on their own. "now I only know one of your names, and it's been a long time since I've been around any hobbits, so you'll have to help me out." The two in bed opened their mouths to answer, but the one standing next to Frodo spoke up first.
"How do we know we can trust you?" he looked suspiciously at her, and her smile waned a little.
"Well, why don't you get on the bed and ask me some questions? None of us are going anywhere, seeing as how Strider locked us in, and I don't have any weapons with me, so I can't really do you any harm. What do you say?" He glanced at Frodo, who glanced back and went over to the bed, so he followed dejectedly behind. She helped them both up, then sat at the end and waited for their questions.
"What's your name again?" asked the one on the far left. "What did Strider call you?"
"Amyla, though you may call me Amy if you wish. Do you know Strider well?"
"Not as well as you, I'm sure," said the hobbit next to Frodo.
"Oh, I would not be so quick to judge if I were you, my lad. I just arrived in this town midday today, and I only met Strider a few hours ago."
"You two looked like you had...er..."
"Sam!" cried Frodo.
"Well it's true!" replied Sam matter-of-factly.
"We haven't. Strider and I are friends, and apparently no more."
"What do you mean, 'apparently'? Were you that woman everyone is talking about in the pub?"
"Well, he told me to call him Strider or Friend, and what do you mean, that woman everyone is talking about? What have they been saying?"
"They say a woman was just sold to an outsider, but some say that she was really an elf. At least that's what the owner was saying," said the hobbit to Sam's left.
"Oh really? That boy needs to keep his nose out of other people's business. I'm not an elf, any one can see from my ears," she said, tucking her stray blonde hair behind her ears, "but I might as well be one, since I've lived as long as one."
"S-so you were sold to him?"
"In a sense, yes. He bought me out of the goodness of his heart so I wouldn't end up in the hands of someone who would seek to use me."
"That was nice," said the one on the end.
"Yes, it was," she said warmly. "Now, enough questions. I still don't know half your names."
"I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee. Perigrin Took is my cousin, and his friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck," said Frodo, indicating each of them in turn. "We all hail from the Shire."
"Well, little Shirelings, you all need your rest, so tuck yourselves in and go to sleep. Strider will be back any moment, and I'm sure he'll be cross if we are still awake." They all got settled in, the hobbits on the bed, and Amy on the floor. She had barely drifted off when she vaguely heard a key in the door.
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There you have it! Chapter three! I hope y'all liked it, because that's probably all you're gonna get for about a week. I'll be in San Diego for EFY (a church thing) til about the fifth of July. Oh, and if you're wondering, here's a few pronunciations: Amyla—ah-ME-la, and Amy—AH-me (not AIM-ee). I hate it when my friends mispronounce my characters' names, so now you know, even if they still don't get it. Good night!