A/N another chapter, don't you guys feel special? I treat you all so well.
Anyway.
Abby was dreaming.
"Jonathan I am going to kill you!" screamed a pretty woman with a round heart shaped face. Her brown hair was damp against her forehead and her entire body was covered in sweat.
Out side the hospital door Jon was pacing back and forth. "Should I go in now?" he asked Sam his brother.
Sam grinned and tossed a peanut into his mouth, "Not if you value you're life bro." He replied.
Another man with black hair and equally black eyes approached, "Jon." He said placing a hand on his shoulder, "How is she?" His voice surprisingly had a brisk, well-educated sounding southern twang.
"I'm not entirely sure." Jon replied as his wife screamed out again.
The dark haired man went somber, "You'll take good care of her and the baby, won't you Jon?"
Jon stared at the tall imposing figure, "How could I not?" he asked quietly.
"You won't begrudge the child because it's mine will you?" he asked earnestly, looking into his eyes.
Jon addressed the older man, "Nobody could ever love that child more than I will Professor."
"I just wish.Well I just wish that." but the Professor choked on his words obviously distressed.
Sam patted the man's arm comfortingly, "Never thought I'd see the day when my collage professor goes emotional on us." He said trying to joke.
The Professor let out a weak half heartened smile, "Are you going to tell Elise?"
"It would just pain her too much." Said Jon sighing.
Elise screamed louder.
"We're almost there dearie." The mid-wife said.
A loud shrill cry filled the air, "Quick!" screamed the mid-wife, "Somebody get the father in here!"
The Professor and Jon both rushed forward. Jon entered first but before the professor could go in, Sam grabbed his arm and stopped him. Defeated the Professor sat down.
"It's a girl!" A doctor screamed delighted.
"A girl!" came several voices. Jon's joyous tones were the most distinct as he exclaimed how beautiful HIS baby girl was.
"What are you going to name her?" the mid-wife asked in a polite voice.
"Abigail," came Elise's now weak voice from the bed, "Abigail Grace."
Outside the door a single tear rolled down the Professor's cheek, "My daughter." He croaked out, "Abigail Grace O'Brian. That's what her name should be, Abby O'Brian."
Slowly, ever so slowly the scene faded to black.
Abby awoke with a start. She wanted to blurt out many things but what seemed to be the most appropriate was, "What the hell?" Her response was the chip of a cricket. She sat up and rubbed her sore neck and back, brushing off some of the dirt that had clung onto her from the night. In the east at the horizon the sky was beginning to turn a pale gray. She picked up the traveling cloak she had been using as a pillow and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Everyone else was asleep. Pippin had drool hanging out of the side of his mouth, Bilbo was snoring, Merry was muttering something, Sam was curled up into a small ball, and Aragorn lay perfectly still hands folded on his chest, eyes closed and body facing the stars. The only thing that gave away his restful slumber was the deep breaths she could see him take as his chest rose up and down.
For Frodo however it was a different story.
He lay on his side facing away from her, but just the murmurings he made, made her think he was awake as well.
She cautiously took a step forward and listened, "It seems so odd." He was murmuring to himself, "That the fate of the world lies on something so small and worthless. I daresay a pair of shoes would coast more than twice your worth, not that a hobbit needs shoes."
Abby smiled at the mental picture he had just created.
"That dream made no sense either, I was with the elves and music played, yet I have never been with the elves before. Bilbo was there and so were many dwarves. It seemed as if I was reliving one of Bilbo's memories. How odd." He murmured immersed in thought.
"How odd indeed." Abby silently agreed.
A few hours later Aragorn was up and about. Abby followed him two and fro trying to convince him to bath in a stream nearby.
"You smell." Abby had said for the countless time.
"So I have been informed." He returned sharply.
"You smell bad." Abby added. "Maybe a few adjectives will persuade him a little." She mused.
" I live in the wilds of the world. How were you expecting me to smell?" he asked starting a fire.
"Like clean fresh spring water and wild flowers to be sure." She snorted plopping herself on the grass next to him.
He ignored her and continued to kindle his fire.
She took in a huge sniff of air let out a disgusted gasp rolled her eyes towards him and scooted five feet away upon arriving to her spot she announced in a mellow dramatic sigh, "Ah! Fresh air at last!"
He rolled his eyes upward for a moment but said nothing.
"Really Aragorn!" she exclaimed, "This is no way for a King to smell!"
He said nothing for a few moments but then her words sunk in, He slowly turned towards her unsheathing his sword, "How do you come to know of such things Lady Abigail?" he asked slowly and cautiously eyes burning with hate.
She stood up and backed away from him and near a tree, "Uh Gandalf told me?" she squeaked.
"You lie." Hissed Aragorn. And he pounced forward pinning her against the tree blade only centimeters from her neck, "Speak in truths Lady Abigail or I will have no hesitation in cutting your throat."
"Uh.." Abby said, Gandalf had specifically told her to tell no one under any circumstances about the other worlds.
"If you are a spy for Mordor speak now and I will grant you mercy." He spat. "Uh." She said again, "Where is all that grace, charm and pizzazz when you need it?" she thought vehemently.
"My patience wears thin this morn Lady Abigail." He replied sword closer to her throat, "Are you friend or foe, speak now!" he hissed.
"Friend." She said meekly, "Friend!"
"How do you know of my inheritance then?" he asked, taking a step towards her so that their faces we're only inches apart. His horrible smell invaded Abby's nostrils.
"Uh.." she replied.
Inches apart, "Three..two.."
"Ohmygod!Whatkindofidiotareyou?Gandalfmademeswearnottoteallanyoneuntilwereac hRivendell!"She screeched eyes closed waiting for the blow.
It didn't come.
"What did you say?" asked Aragorn.
Abby blinked. "huh?" she asked.
"What..did..you..say?" he asked slowly as if speaking to a child.
"I said that Gandalf made me swear not to tell until we reach Rivendell."
He stared at her for a moment before putting his sword back. "My eyes will be watching you always Lady Abigail. Another slip such as this and I will kill you. Is all understood?"
Abby nodded mutely.
"Good." He barked and walked off to a thicket of oaks.
Abby slowly sank to the ground in mortification. "This is so not going how it was supposed to." She moaned rubbing her sore temples.
"And what was with that dream?" she asked out loud.
Pippin stirred in his sleep. But besides that nobody seemed to have heard. She observed the group she had come to love. Did she really belong here? She was so at ease amongst the hobbits like Steven was with his football friends. A small smirk graced her lips. She had never really fit in with the in crowd back home even though they accepted her as Steven's best friend. But looking around here she slowly came to realize, that while nobody hated Steven, all of the hobbits seemed more naturally drawn to her than Steven. Remembering some painful memories of her old home she smiled, realizing that here she could be free to be herself.
"Middle Earth's loony been has my spot reserved." She said with a wiry smile. "And I'll be damn disappointed if I don't get to it."
She sat as the sun really began to come up and smiled, despite Aragorn's scare and suddenly a thought hit her hard. She had the same smile as The Professor's in her dream. "Abigal Grace.' She murmured, "Abigail Grace, that's my name!"
After a few moments of contemplation she said quite clearly, "Well if this isn't the weirdest thing ever than my name is Eldridge."
A/N.thank you reviewers! I love you all to death! Hey hey hey! The plot is actually slowly taking form and we'll be in Rivendell by chapter ten.oh joy!
Abby was dreaming.
"Jonathan I am going to kill you!" screamed a pretty woman with a round heart shaped face. Her brown hair was damp against her forehead and her entire body was covered in sweat.
Out side the hospital door Jon was pacing back and forth. "Should I go in now?" he asked Sam his brother.
Sam grinned and tossed a peanut into his mouth, "Not if you value you're life bro." He replied.
Another man with black hair and equally black eyes approached, "Jon." He said placing a hand on his shoulder, "How is she?" His voice surprisingly had a brisk, well-educated sounding southern twang.
"I'm not entirely sure." Jon replied as his wife screamed out again.
The dark haired man went somber, "You'll take good care of her and the baby, won't you Jon?"
Jon stared at the tall imposing figure, "How could I not?" he asked quietly.
"You won't begrudge the child because it's mine will you?" he asked earnestly, looking into his eyes.
Jon addressed the older man, "Nobody could ever love that child more than I will Professor."
"I just wish.Well I just wish that." but the Professor choked on his words obviously distressed.
Sam patted the man's arm comfortingly, "Never thought I'd see the day when my collage professor goes emotional on us." He said trying to joke.
The Professor let out a weak half heartened smile, "Are you going to tell Elise?"
"It would just pain her too much." Said Jon sighing.
Elise screamed louder.
"We're almost there dearie." The mid-wife said.
A loud shrill cry filled the air, "Quick!" screamed the mid-wife, "Somebody get the father in here!"
The Professor and Jon both rushed forward. Jon entered first but before the professor could go in, Sam grabbed his arm and stopped him. Defeated the Professor sat down.
"It's a girl!" A doctor screamed delighted.
"A girl!" came several voices. Jon's joyous tones were the most distinct as he exclaimed how beautiful HIS baby girl was.
"What are you going to name her?" the mid-wife asked in a polite voice.
"Abigail," came Elise's now weak voice from the bed, "Abigail Grace."
Outside the door a single tear rolled down the Professor's cheek, "My daughter." He croaked out, "Abigail Grace O'Brian. That's what her name should be, Abby O'Brian."
Slowly, ever so slowly the scene faded to black.
Abby awoke with a start. She wanted to blurt out many things but what seemed to be the most appropriate was, "What the hell?" Her response was the chip of a cricket. She sat up and rubbed her sore neck and back, brushing off some of the dirt that had clung onto her from the night. In the east at the horizon the sky was beginning to turn a pale gray. She picked up the traveling cloak she had been using as a pillow and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Everyone else was asleep. Pippin had drool hanging out of the side of his mouth, Bilbo was snoring, Merry was muttering something, Sam was curled up into a small ball, and Aragorn lay perfectly still hands folded on his chest, eyes closed and body facing the stars. The only thing that gave away his restful slumber was the deep breaths she could see him take as his chest rose up and down.
For Frodo however it was a different story.
He lay on his side facing away from her, but just the murmurings he made, made her think he was awake as well.
She cautiously took a step forward and listened, "It seems so odd." He was murmuring to himself, "That the fate of the world lies on something so small and worthless. I daresay a pair of shoes would coast more than twice your worth, not that a hobbit needs shoes."
Abby smiled at the mental picture he had just created.
"That dream made no sense either, I was with the elves and music played, yet I have never been with the elves before. Bilbo was there and so were many dwarves. It seemed as if I was reliving one of Bilbo's memories. How odd." He murmured immersed in thought.
"How odd indeed." Abby silently agreed.
A few hours later Aragorn was up and about. Abby followed him two and fro trying to convince him to bath in a stream nearby.
"You smell." Abby had said for the countless time.
"So I have been informed." He returned sharply.
"You smell bad." Abby added. "Maybe a few adjectives will persuade him a little." She mused.
" I live in the wilds of the world. How were you expecting me to smell?" he asked starting a fire.
"Like clean fresh spring water and wild flowers to be sure." She snorted plopping herself on the grass next to him.
He ignored her and continued to kindle his fire.
She took in a huge sniff of air let out a disgusted gasp rolled her eyes towards him and scooted five feet away upon arriving to her spot she announced in a mellow dramatic sigh, "Ah! Fresh air at last!"
He rolled his eyes upward for a moment but said nothing.
"Really Aragorn!" she exclaimed, "This is no way for a King to smell!"
He said nothing for a few moments but then her words sunk in, He slowly turned towards her unsheathing his sword, "How do you come to know of such things Lady Abigail?" he asked slowly and cautiously eyes burning with hate.
She stood up and backed away from him and near a tree, "Uh Gandalf told me?" she squeaked.
"You lie." Hissed Aragorn. And he pounced forward pinning her against the tree blade only centimeters from her neck, "Speak in truths Lady Abigail or I will have no hesitation in cutting your throat."
"Uh.." Abby said, Gandalf had specifically told her to tell no one under any circumstances about the other worlds.
"If you are a spy for Mordor speak now and I will grant you mercy." He spat. "Uh." She said again, "Where is all that grace, charm and pizzazz when you need it?" she thought vehemently.
"My patience wears thin this morn Lady Abigail." He replied sword closer to her throat, "Are you friend or foe, speak now!" he hissed.
"Friend." She said meekly, "Friend!"
"How do you know of my inheritance then?" he asked, taking a step towards her so that their faces we're only inches apart. His horrible smell invaded Abby's nostrils.
"Uh.." she replied.
Inches apart, "Three..two.."
"Ohmygod!Whatkindofidiotareyou?Gandalfmademeswearnottoteallanyoneuntilwereac hRivendell!"She screeched eyes closed waiting for the blow.
It didn't come.
"What did you say?" asked Aragorn.
Abby blinked. "huh?" she asked.
"What..did..you..say?" he asked slowly as if speaking to a child.
"I said that Gandalf made me swear not to tell until we reach Rivendell."
He stared at her for a moment before putting his sword back. "My eyes will be watching you always Lady Abigail. Another slip such as this and I will kill you. Is all understood?"
Abby nodded mutely.
"Good." He barked and walked off to a thicket of oaks.
Abby slowly sank to the ground in mortification. "This is so not going how it was supposed to." She moaned rubbing her sore temples.
"And what was with that dream?" she asked out loud.
Pippin stirred in his sleep. But besides that nobody seemed to have heard. She observed the group she had come to love. Did she really belong here? She was so at ease amongst the hobbits like Steven was with his football friends. A small smirk graced her lips. She had never really fit in with the in crowd back home even though they accepted her as Steven's best friend. But looking around here she slowly came to realize, that while nobody hated Steven, all of the hobbits seemed more naturally drawn to her than Steven. Remembering some painful memories of her old home she smiled, realizing that here she could be free to be herself.
"Middle Earth's loony been has my spot reserved." She said with a wiry smile. "And I'll be damn disappointed if I don't get to it."
She sat as the sun really began to come up and smiled, despite Aragorn's scare and suddenly a thought hit her hard. She had the same smile as The Professor's in her dream. "Abigal Grace.' She murmured, "Abigail Grace, that's my name!"
After a few moments of contemplation she said quite clearly, "Well if this isn't the weirdest thing ever than my name is Eldridge."
A/N.thank you reviewers! I love you all to death! Hey hey hey! The plot is actually slowly taking form and we'll be in Rivendell by chapter ten.oh joy!