Ch. 2
When Rian-Celine was finally able to take a good look around her, she didn't see the familiar closet full of food. Instead she was surrounded by dozens of bobbing clumps of curly hair at her chest level. It took Rian- Celine a minute to realize the clumps of hair belonged to a large group of short people dancing the Springle-Ring. Rian-Celine stared for some time, wondering what was wrong with this picture. Then it hit her.
She could not hear a thing!
The girl looked about her in dismay. Here she was, OBVIOUSLY at a hobbit party, perhaps even at Bilbo's birthday party, and all the music and chatter and noises of life did not seem to exist!
"What is wrong with me?"
Good Grief! She couldn't even hear herself talk! Stunned, Rian-Celine toyed with the ring on her slender finger. It was a beautiful ring, made of silver that never tarnished. It's shape was that of two trees intertwined, with a small opal set in the middle. Rian-Celine had worn it ever since she could remember, and probably before. Now, it seemed to give her strength to carry on.
Well, she thought. Since I'm here I may as well try the legendary hobbit baking! "Food is so comforting in moments of trial," quoted Rian-Celine as she contemplated a cake she had filched from the tent. She took a bite, and swallowed it hastily. "I can't TASTE!" Realizing she had just yelled at the top of her lungs, Rian-Celine hoped the rest of the party was a deaf as she was. "And now that I think about it, I can't smell either," she added in a more moderate tone.
Suddenly, Celine had a thought.
"I wonder if Gandalf is about..."
When Rian-Celine was finally able to take a good look around her, she didn't see the familiar closet full of food. Instead she was surrounded by dozens of bobbing clumps of curly hair at her chest level. It took Rian- Celine a minute to realize the clumps of hair belonged to a large group of short people dancing the Springle-Ring. Rian-Celine stared for some time, wondering what was wrong with this picture. Then it hit her.
She could not hear a thing!
The girl looked about her in dismay. Here she was, OBVIOUSLY at a hobbit party, perhaps even at Bilbo's birthday party, and all the music and chatter and noises of life did not seem to exist!
"What is wrong with me?"
Good Grief! She couldn't even hear herself talk! Stunned, Rian-Celine toyed with the ring on her slender finger. It was a beautiful ring, made of silver that never tarnished. It's shape was that of two trees intertwined, with a small opal set in the middle. Rian-Celine had worn it ever since she could remember, and probably before. Now, it seemed to give her strength to carry on.
Well, she thought. Since I'm here I may as well try the legendary hobbit baking! "Food is so comforting in moments of trial," quoted Rian-Celine as she contemplated a cake she had filched from the tent. She took a bite, and swallowed it hastily. "I can't TASTE!" Realizing she had just yelled at the top of her lungs, Rian-Celine hoped the rest of the party was a deaf as she was. "And now that I think about it, I can't smell either," she added in a more moderate tone.
Suddenly, Celine had a thought.
"I wonder if Gandalf is about..."