Author's notes time! YAY!
Okay, It's official, I'm insane. Do you want to see the pretty certificate they gave me? Do you? DO YOU? The time is 7:58 pm on a Tuesday evening. You know what I've done today? Wrote fan fiction. THAT'S IT. My friends think I'm a freak or something because I don't hang with them a lot after school. Well personally, SIX hours a day, every freaking day is more than enough of my friends for me. I'm a girl that needs my down time, but honestly, this is overkill. Let me think hear, I wrote chapter three last night. I wrote chapter four this afternoon. I took a break to read some fanfics and no here I am after dinner writing yet again. But really, I'm getting all these inspirations and stuff.and ooohh we are going to have some creepy black riders soon! Yay! And I promise that we've got some strider action coming up in this chapter or the next, (sigh)
Gandalf was actually beginning to believe there was something wrong with Abby. She had long since stopped singing the song about Pitty Pat the kitty cat and had moved onto something even more obnoxious.
"This is the song that never ends! It just goes on and on my friends! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was."
Pippin threw an apple at her, which she caught, with her open mouth. "That'll keep her quiet for a minute or two." Sam grumbled unhappily.
"Let's only hope so." Added Merry.
Laughing Frodo said, "Let's sing her a song we know and see how she likes it."
Pippin grinned, "Bilbo's walking song!"
"I'll sing to that." Nodded Sam.
"And I!" cried Merry.
"And I." Added Frodo still laughing.
Before the four could start however Abby's voice cut them off. She was singing loudly, very loudly. Astonished the hobbits stared at her as she sang the words that any true Lord of the Rings fan knows by heart, "The Road has gone ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way. Where many paths and errands meet. And whither than? I cannot say." The words correct, as was the beat but, the tune and pitch were absolutely atrocious. And so for some many minutes longer Bilbo lectured on the tune and pitch of each word. Not that the five now merry, travelers paid much attention. Steve was waking up, slowly and painfully. His bed he could soon tell was made from traveling cloaks and a pit of hay, and it was laid upon a rickety cart. He sat up slowly, finding that his body ached all over. People around him were talking and laughing, but the words reached his ear slowly and they didn't really register in his mind, which he soon realized was pounding something horrible.
"Bilbo, you know the way to Bree of course?" It seemed like Gandalf was speaking but his words were slow and drawled out.
"Of course I do!" Bilbo huffed, "I've been to the lonely mountain and back, and you think I can't make it to Bree?"
Gandalf chuckled, "Just one of those things one always has to ask dear Bilbo, just one of those things."
Steve looked around for the source of the noise. It was hard to see.
"Am I blind?" he thought panicked, "Or is it night?"
"I need to travel to the White tower, to get the council of my leader Saruman, he is both wise and powerful, he will no what to do."
"Don't go to Saruman!" Steve wanted to cry out. But for some reason it was if his mouth was too dry to form the words, and he couldn't really think of why seeing Saruman was such a bad thing anymore.
"You will leave us Gandalf?"
"I am afraid I must, there a more important reasons to get to Rivendell then Steven's injuries."
Bilbo chuckled but it was half hearted, "You never have one motive Gandalf, I knew there was something else, tell me."
"Evil is out on the look for," he paused and drew in a deep breath, "You're ring."
"My ring?" he asked confused.
"Your ring," replied Gandalf, "for it has unnatural powers of a great amount, more than just turning you invisible Bilbo. For almost one hundred and eleven years old, you are remarkably well preserved. Do you think it natural Bilbo my old friend?"
"Yes." He huffed, a hobbit's pride getting the better of him, "The Bagginess have always had natural good looks and good health you see."
"But Bilbo," Gandalf said gently, lighting his pipe. "To be one hundred and eleven years old and not look a day above fifty? Come now."
"I suppose you are right." Bilbo sighed, "I suppose you are right. But I still think it odd."
"And so you should my old friend, I find it odd myself."
"But this evil that follows us Gandalf? What of that?" Bilbo asked now lighting his own pipe.
"The evil I speak of is searching for your ring, I dare say, I dare hope that it is not yet sure of where to look. It is most important that I speak to Saruman and find the creature Gollum."
"Gollum? That slimy little rat? How does he tie into all this nonsense." Bilbo questioned.
"More than I would hope Bilbo, more than I would hope." Gandalf then stopped to take a big huff.
It'll be good to be out on an adventure again. I've longed to do this for so long. I truly do need a holiday Gandalf. I truly do. I may not look old, as you say, but I feel it. Like butter scarped over too much bread. Yes I need a holiday Gandalf."
"I'm leaving you as soon as I should finish my pipe, Bilbo. You need to get to Bree, as fast as you can. None of this hobbit dawdling with second breakfasts and luncheon and afternoon tea. If they really and truly insist give them an apple. But don't stop until nightfall, and keep off the rode."
"I can cut across country easily enough." Bilbo replied smiling a little, "With my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back."
Gandalf chuckled but soon grew somber, "When you get to Bree, I want you to go to the Inn, the Prancing Pony. The barkeeper their, a very forgetful fellow, has a letter for you, from me. If I am not their in three days time, and neither is the other escort I have provided I trust you can try and make it to Rivendell by yourself?"
"I have not been on the road to Rivendell in some time Gandalf, but I have faith that you shall make it, and if you do not, we will manage."
"Good, good."
"Anything else Gandalf?"
"N-n, Yes! I want you to give the ring to Frodo."
"What ever for?" "It's too important to you for you to carry it."
"It's mine!' he exclaimed beginning to get defensive, "Why should I not be able to keep it?"
"You have borne it too long Bilbo. You will feel to drawn to it when danger is near. You will put it on."
"And what's wrong with putting on the ring!"
"The evil that I worn you of hunt it. They sense it strongly when the ring bearer decides to wear it. They will be on your track in a second!"
"You are trying to trick me! You just want it for yourself!"
"There's no need to get angry. Parting with the ring is not so very hard, is it now?"
"Well no-and yes. Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it at all I may say. And I don't really see why I should. Why do you want me to?" And a change came over his voice, from slightly defensive to very angry and annoyed, "You are always badgering me about my ring; but you have never bothered me about the other things I have got on my journey."
"I was professionally interested in it Bilbo my old friend, and you will not need it will you? Give the ring to Frodo and carry on with your journey. Perhaps you can settle down in Rivendell and finish your book. You will not need it on your journey, unless I am quite mistaken"
"And why not?' he asked sharply. "What business is of yours what I do with my on things? Why would it be in better hands with Frodo than it is with me? Why should you care?"
"It's time to give up the ring Bilbo, there is no need to get angry."
"If I'm angry it's your own fault! It's mine I tell you! It came to me! It's mine. My own. My precious."
"Precious?" Gandalf asked peering at him, "It's been called that before but not by you."
"But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum said the same once. It's not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it I say."
Gandalf spoke sternly, "You will be a fool if you do, Bilbo," he said, "You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go! And then you can go yourself, and be free."
"I'll do as I choose you old coot! And I shall go as I please, if it pleases me!" Bilbo growled stubbornly.
"Now, now my dear hobbit!" said Gandalf, "All your long life we have been friends, and you owe me something. Come! Do as you said you were going to when you told me plans of your will! Give the ring to Frodo!"
"Well if you want my ring yourself, say so!" cried Bilbo, "But you won't get it! I won't give my precious away! I tell you!" Bilbo's hand strayed to the hilt of his sword Sting.
Gandalf's eyes flashed with anger. "It will be my turn to get angry soon." He said, "Then you shall see Gandalf the Grey uncloaked." He took a step towards the hobbit, and e seemed to grow tall and menacing; his shadow filled the air around him, even though it was night.
"G-Gandalf." He croaked stepping away, "What has come over you?" His hand, which had been clutching the pocket on his breast where the ring in question lay protectively slowly, descended to his side. "I am not a robber Gandalf, I am not a thief."
"I never called you one." Gandalf replied smiling softly. "I wish you would trust me as you used." He turned away and the shadow passed, he seemed to grow into the gray old man again, troubled and bent.
"I am sorry." Said Bilbo. "The ring shall go to Frodo." He took it out of his pocket and outstretched it towards Gandalf. Gandalf however took a step back.
"Do not hand that ring to me dear Bilbo. Put in this envelope and lay it next to Steven. Then go to sleep, and do not face it."
Bilbo took the envelope from Gandalf, and placed the ring inside. He seemed forlorn like he had parted with a loved one, but he parted with it nonetheless, and placed it by Steven's side.
"I take my leave of you dear Bilbo." Said Gandalf, "May you reach the prancing Pony safe. Tell the hobbits and Lady Abby and Lord Steven, if he happens to awake of my departure, but do not fret, for I shall soon return."
"Godspeed to you Gandalf." Bilbo replied watching as Gandalf unhitched one of the two horses attached to the cart. "Come back to us safely."
"I shall try old friend, I shall try." And with that he departed.
Yes, I know, chapter five was almost entirely dialogue, and most of it was stolen from the scene in the shire at Bag End when Bilbo leaves afer the party and the two argue over the ring. I've got my Fellowship of the ring right next to me for a reference guide, **pats the book** good bookie. But you people do realize, that Bilbo has been mentioned since the second chapter and hasn't had a line until chapter five! (Gasp) and with Bilbo on the journey I had to make the ring go to Frodo somehow. (Sigh) fan fiction is so complicated sometimes. I have to make Frodo get the ring, because there is a key scene that triggers the meeting of hobbits to Strider, and that I want to keep almost the same, along with other things. I've skipped Tom Bombadil, and when they meet the elves in the woods for some main reasons. Abby and Steve were sucked into the movie, not the book. So I'm following the movie version, and I don't have the extended version so sorry.
I guess that clears it up for now. REVIEW MY TASTY LITTLE REVIEWERS REVIEW! I deserve some reviews! I've added three chapters in a few hours.YAY ME! **Gives self a cookie** oh and I know that Abby is a little tinsy bit Mary Sueish at one part.but don't worry she'll come back to us. And yes Abby thinks legolas is hot. But she WILL NOT end up with him.or then again. .I'm not telling..i will leave you is suspense! Ha!
Okay, It's official, I'm insane. Do you want to see the pretty certificate they gave me? Do you? DO YOU? The time is 7:58 pm on a Tuesday evening. You know what I've done today? Wrote fan fiction. THAT'S IT. My friends think I'm a freak or something because I don't hang with them a lot after school. Well personally, SIX hours a day, every freaking day is more than enough of my friends for me. I'm a girl that needs my down time, but honestly, this is overkill. Let me think hear, I wrote chapter three last night. I wrote chapter four this afternoon. I took a break to read some fanfics and no here I am after dinner writing yet again. But really, I'm getting all these inspirations and stuff.and ooohh we are going to have some creepy black riders soon! Yay! And I promise that we've got some strider action coming up in this chapter or the next, (sigh)
Gandalf was actually beginning to believe there was something wrong with Abby. She had long since stopped singing the song about Pitty Pat the kitty cat and had moved onto something even more obnoxious.
"This is the song that never ends! It just goes on and on my friends! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was."
Pippin threw an apple at her, which she caught, with her open mouth. "That'll keep her quiet for a minute or two." Sam grumbled unhappily.
"Let's only hope so." Added Merry.
Laughing Frodo said, "Let's sing her a song we know and see how she likes it."
Pippin grinned, "Bilbo's walking song!"
"I'll sing to that." Nodded Sam.
"And I!" cried Merry.
"And I." Added Frodo still laughing.
Before the four could start however Abby's voice cut them off. She was singing loudly, very loudly. Astonished the hobbits stared at her as she sang the words that any true Lord of the Rings fan knows by heart, "The Road has gone ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way. Where many paths and errands meet. And whither than? I cannot say." The words correct, as was the beat but, the tune and pitch were absolutely atrocious. And so for some many minutes longer Bilbo lectured on the tune and pitch of each word. Not that the five now merry, travelers paid much attention. Steve was waking up, slowly and painfully. His bed he could soon tell was made from traveling cloaks and a pit of hay, and it was laid upon a rickety cart. He sat up slowly, finding that his body ached all over. People around him were talking and laughing, but the words reached his ear slowly and they didn't really register in his mind, which he soon realized was pounding something horrible.
"Bilbo, you know the way to Bree of course?" It seemed like Gandalf was speaking but his words were slow and drawled out.
"Of course I do!" Bilbo huffed, "I've been to the lonely mountain and back, and you think I can't make it to Bree?"
Gandalf chuckled, "Just one of those things one always has to ask dear Bilbo, just one of those things."
Steve looked around for the source of the noise. It was hard to see.
"Am I blind?" he thought panicked, "Or is it night?"
"I need to travel to the White tower, to get the council of my leader Saruman, he is both wise and powerful, he will no what to do."
"Don't go to Saruman!" Steve wanted to cry out. But for some reason it was if his mouth was too dry to form the words, and he couldn't really think of why seeing Saruman was such a bad thing anymore.
"You will leave us Gandalf?"
"I am afraid I must, there a more important reasons to get to Rivendell then Steven's injuries."
Bilbo chuckled but it was half hearted, "You never have one motive Gandalf, I knew there was something else, tell me."
"Evil is out on the look for," he paused and drew in a deep breath, "You're ring."
"My ring?" he asked confused.
"Your ring," replied Gandalf, "for it has unnatural powers of a great amount, more than just turning you invisible Bilbo. For almost one hundred and eleven years old, you are remarkably well preserved. Do you think it natural Bilbo my old friend?"
"Yes." He huffed, a hobbit's pride getting the better of him, "The Bagginess have always had natural good looks and good health you see."
"But Bilbo," Gandalf said gently, lighting his pipe. "To be one hundred and eleven years old and not look a day above fifty? Come now."
"I suppose you are right." Bilbo sighed, "I suppose you are right. But I still think it odd."
"And so you should my old friend, I find it odd myself."
"But this evil that follows us Gandalf? What of that?" Bilbo asked now lighting his own pipe.
"The evil I speak of is searching for your ring, I dare say, I dare hope that it is not yet sure of where to look. It is most important that I speak to Saruman and find the creature Gollum."
"Gollum? That slimy little rat? How does he tie into all this nonsense." Bilbo questioned.
"More than I would hope Bilbo, more than I would hope." Gandalf then stopped to take a big huff.
It'll be good to be out on an adventure again. I've longed to do this for so long. I truly do need a holiday Gandalf. I truly do. I may not look old, as you say, but I feel it. Like butter scarped over too much bread. Yes I need a holiday Gandalf."
"I'm leaving you as soon as I should finish my pipe, Bilbo. You need to get to Bree, as fast as you can. None of this hobbit dawdling with second breakfasts and luncheon and afternoon tea. If they really and truly insist give them an apple. But don't stop until nightfall, and keep off the rode."
"I can cut across country easily enough." Bilbo replied smiling a little, "With my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back."
Gandalf chuckled but soon grew somber, "When you get to Bree, I want you to go to the Inn, the Prancing Pony. The barkeeper their, a very forgetful fellow, has a letter for you, from me. If I am not their in three days time, and neither is the other escort I have provided I trust you can try and make it to Rivendell by yourself?"
"I have not been on the road to Rivendell in some time Gandalf, but I have faith that you shall make it, and if you do not, we will manage."
"Good, good."
"Anything else Gandalf?"
"N-n, Yes! I want you to give the ring to Frodo."
"What ever for?" "It's too important to you for you to carry it."
"It's mine!' he exclaimed beginning to get defensive, "Why should I not be able to keep it?"
"You have borne it too long Bilbo. You will feel to drawn to it when danger is near. You will put it on."
"And what's wrong with putting on the ring!"
"The evil that I worn you of hunt it. They sense it strongly when the ring bearer decides to wear it. They will be on your track in a second!"
"You are trying to trick me! You just want it for yourself!"
"There's no need to get angry. Parting with the ring is not so very hard, is it now?"
"Well no-and yes. Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it at all I may say. And I don't really see why I should. Why do you want me to?" And a change came over his voice, from slightly defensive to very angry and annoyed, "You are always badgering me about my ring; but you have never bothered me about the other things I have got on my journey."
"I was professionally interested in it Bilbo my old friend, and you will not need it will you? Give the ring to Frodo and carry on with your journey. Perhaps you can settle down in Rivendell and finish your book. You will not need it on your journey, unless I am quite mistaken"
"And why not?' he asked sharply. "What business is of yours what I do with my on things? Why would it be in better hands with Frodo than it is with me? Why should you care?"
"It's time to give up the ring Bilbo, there is no need to get angry."
"If I'm angry it's your own fault! It's mine I tell you! It came to me! It's mine. My own. My precious."
"Precious?" Gandalf asked peering at him, "It's been called that before but not by you."
"But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum said the same once. It's not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it I say."
Gandalf spoke sternly, "You will be a fool if you do, Bilbo," he said, "You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go! And then you can go yourself, and be free."
"I'll do as I choose you old coot! And I shall go as I please, if it pleases me!" Bilbo growled stubbornly.
"Now, now my dear hobbit!" said Gandalf, "All your long life we have been friends, and you owe me something. Come! Do as you said you were going to when you told me plans of your will! Give the ring to Frodo!"
"Well if you want my ring yourself, say so!" cried Bilbo, "But you won't get it! I won't give my precious away! I tell you!" Bilbo's hand strayed to the hilt of his sword Sting.
Gandalf's eyes flashed with anger. "It will be my turn to get angry soon." He said, "Then you shall see Gandalf the Grey uncloaked." He took a step towards the hobbit, and e seemed to grow tall and menacing; his shadow filled the air around him, even though it was night.
"G-Gandalf." He croaked stepping away, "What has come over you?" His hand, which had been clutching the pocket on his breast where the ring in question lay protectively slowly, descended to his side. "I am not a robber Gandalf, I am not a thief."
"I never called you one." Gandalf replied smiling softly. "I wish you would trust me as you used." He turned away and the shadow passed, he seemed to grow into the gray old man again, troubled and bent.
"I am sorry." Said Bilbo. "The ring shall go to Frodo." He took it out of his pocket and outstretched it towards Gandalf. Gandalf however took a step back.
"Do not hand that ring to me dear Bilbo. Put in this envelope and lay it next to Steven. Then go to sleep, and do not face it."
Bilbo took the envelope from Gandalf, and placed the ring inside. He seemed forlorn like he had parted with a loved one, but he parted with it nonetheless, and placed it by Steven's side.
"I take my leave of you dear Bilbo." Said Gandalf, "May you reach the prancing Pony safe. Tell the hobbits and Lady Abby and Lord Steven, if he happens to awake of my departure, but do not fret, for I shall soon return."
"Godspeed to you Gandalf." Bilbo replied watching as Gandalf unhitched one of the two horses attached to the cart. "Come back to us safely."
"I shall try old friend, I shall try." And with that he departed.
Yes, I know, chapter five was almost entirely dialogue, and most of it was stolen from the scene in the shire at Bag End when Bilbo leaves afer the party and the two argue over the ring. I've got my Fellowship of the ring right next to me for a reference guide, **pats the book** good bookie. But you people do realize, that Bilbo has been mentioned since the second chapter and hasn't had a line until chapter five! (Gasp) and with Bilbo on the journey I had to make the ring go to Frodo somehow. (Sigh) fan fiction is so complicated sometimes. I have to make Frodo get the ring, because there is a key scene that triggers the meeting of hobbits to Strider, and that I want to keep almost the same, along with other things. I've skipped Tom Bombadil, and when they meet the elves in the woods for some main reasons. Abby and Steve were sucked into the movie, not the book. So I'm following the movie version, and I don't have the extended version so sorry.
I guess that clears it up for now. REVIEW MY TASTY LITTLE REVIEWERS REVIEW! I deserve some reviews! I've added three chapters in a few hours.YAY ME! **Gives self a cookie** oh and I know that Abby is a little tinsy bit Mary Sueish at one part.but don't worry she'll come back to us. And yes Abby thinks legolas is hot. But she WILL NOT end up with him.or then again. .I'm not telling..i will leave you is suspense! Ha!