The War of the Sugar Coma
Chapter 2-Boring Beginnings
Cavca's POV..........
I had stayed the night at Bag End but had yet to meet Bilbo's nephew. I loved being there. But when I woke up the next morning, I was back at Leslie's house. It was still dark out. The clock read 3:42. I sighed and looked over at Leslie who was still unconscious to all my knowledge. I shivered even though the room was really warm and it was midsummer. I felt a sharp pain in my head and I lost vision...........
Lenquo's POV..........
"So, what's it like being a princess?" I asked. I was bored, okay? I got put with the Royal duty of entertaining Arwen. It wasn't too hard, but it was really boring.
"Okay, I guess," she answered. I could tell she was as bored as I was.
"Hey, why do we have to stay at the castle?" I asked, suddenly having an idea.
"Why? What'd you have in mind?"
"I say we go running around the forest."
"I only have dresses, though."
"Don't worry," I said holding up a pair of scissors and thread. "I do alterations." ..........
Cavca's POV..........
When I finally woke up, I was back at Bag End. I wasn't sure if I'd really been back or not. I tied my hair back and walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, good, you're awake. I was thinking," Bilbo said pouring a glass of tea.
"That's never good," I mumbled. What can I say? I'm one of the smart asses in my group of friends.
"You'll probably need clothes. I suppose you'll be here a while. I want you to stay here and that makes you my responsibility."
"Well, at least make me work or something. I can-"
"No, in a few days I won't need the money anyway."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh nothing."
Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"We should get you some nice dresses and-"
"Dresses? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I don't wear dresses. If I have to, I'll make them myself. Other than that, I'll wear guy's clothes."
"Really? Okay. You won't be very popular with the local girls."
"Don't worry. I never have been." ..........
Lenquo's POV..........
Finally I'd finished changing the only uncool dress that Arwen owned. I had swiped a male elf outfit and fitted it to my proper size. Arwen argued a bit about wearing her outfit. She was scared Elrond would go psycho and kill her, or me, I don't know. Eventually, however, I convinced her to wear it and we snuck out of Rivendell. I had 'borrowed' a sword from the elf on guard duty. Come on, like something's seriously gonna attack Rivendell. I was practicing my sword play against a very powerful-
"Such a mighty tree you're fighting," Arwen said interrupting my thoughts. She was being sarcastic and was trying to suppress a laugh.
"Shut up! You know, you could teach me."
"Oh, no. I'm not getting into that."
"Oh, come on, please?!!" I was about to start laughing again when I heard a voice behind me.
"I'll teach you."
I spun around and found Rydki 3 feet away.
"Really?" I said feeling my competitiveness jerk into action. "Let's see what you've got."
He drew his sword and lunged at me. I dodged it and spun so once again, he and I faced. I knew then that he was not someone I wanted to get mad..........
Cavca's POV..........
Bilbo gave me some money and sent me to the market. The fabrics in the Shire are annoying to look at if they have patterns. I got a bunch of plain colored fabric. I bought some boys clothes so I had pants I could actually walk in. I only bought the fabric so I would have some thing to do. Also, Bilbo said he wanted me to wear a dress to his party, so I had to make one. I put the cloth in the backpack Bilbo had given me and decided to eat lunch at the Green Dragon. I had an ulterior motive, of course. So, I sat at the bar and Rosie Cotton came to take my order.
"Hello. You're new, aren't you? I'm Rosie. Who are you? And why aren't you wearing a dress? Boys clothes are for boys, not girls," she said fairly quickly. She had started sweet sounding, then snotty toned.
"To answer your questions in order: Yes, I'm Cavca, I hate dresses and have always worn pants. Now before your small brain capacity overloads, I would like some tea, please," I said simply. What can I say, I hate Rosie Cotton.
She scuttled off rather peeved.
"Wow, you told Rosie off when you just met her. Smart girl," came a female voice behind me. I turned around and gawked at who stood before me.
See, my friend, Sam, had a character in Middle Earth. Her name and bio was written out in many of her fics. Here before me stood a mirror image of Sam except this girl had blue eyes.
"I'm Tersa Took."
"Cavca Gamgee."
I then noticed that two boys stood near her.
"She's new?" asked a boy with curly light brown hair and green eyes. I'll give you one guess. What? No idea? Alright then, you'll find out soon enough. "Who's she?"
"I just answered that you Tom fool of a Took!" I said momentarily forgetting that they didn't know me.
"Wait. How did you know I was a Took?" Pippin asked as Merry stepped next to him.
"Well." I had to think of something quick. "Well, she's a Took and you two look alike. Sorry. I should be getting back to BagEnd, so..." I knew that would catch their ears.
"Do you know Frodo Baggins?" Merry asked.
"Frodo? No, but I know Bilbo Baggins. He's had me stay at BagEnd the last few days."
I'm not sure what happened, but Tersa got a funny(meaning weird) look in her eye.
"I'm so sorry about your parents," she said. Afterwards, she looked as if she didn't have a clue as to how she knew that. I, however, did. In Sam and my fics, Tersa and Cavca are best friends. Cavca's parents did when she was younger(FYI, she's 27 now). Tersa was remembering something from Sam's unconscious. I'm not sure how, but somehow that's what happened. Or maybe I'm just delirious. Who really knows, right?
"That's okay. It's been a while."
"Wait, how did you know her parents were dead?" Merry asked.
"Her parents are dead?" Pippin asked obviously not getting the connection.
"Yes," I said as I inwardly smacked my head against a wall.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay. Well, I've got to get going. You're all going to be at Bilbo's party, right?"
"Probably," Tersa said. I could tell that she already trusted me. Sam's unconscious influence was making her know me.
"Okay. I'm going to go." As I walked away, the idea of the party night brought a smile to my face. It was to be a very interesting night............
Chapter 2-Boring Beginnings
Cavca's POV..........
I had stayed the night at Bag End but had yet to meet Bilbo's nephew. I loved being there. But when I woke up the next morning, I was back at Leslie's house. It was still dark out. The clock read 3:42. I sighed and looked over at Leslie who was still unconscious to all my knowledge. I shivered even though the room was really warm and it was midsummer. I felt a sharp pain in my head and I lost vision...........
Lenquo's POV..........
"So, what's it like being a princess?" I asked. I was bored, okay? I got put with the Royal duty of entertaining Arwen. It wasn't too hard, but it was really boring.
"Okay, I guess," she answered. I could tell she was as bored as I was.
"Hey, why do we have to stay at the castle?" I asked, suddenly having an idea.
"Why? What'd you have in mind?"
"I say we go running around the forest."
"I only have dresses, though."
"Don't worry," I said holding up a pair of scissors and thread. "I do alterations." ..........
Cavca's POV..........
When I finally woke up, I was back at Bag End. I wasn't sure if I'd really been back or not. I tied my hair back and walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, good, you're awake. I was thinking," Bilbo said pouring a glass of tea.
"That's never good," I mumbled. What can I say? I'm one of the smart asses in my group of friends.
"You'll probably need clothes. I suppose you'll be here a while. I want you to stay here and that makes you my responsibility."
"Well, at least make me work or something. I can-"
"No, in a few days I won't need the money anyway."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh nothing."
Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"We should get you some nice dresses and-"
"Dresses? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I don't wear dresses. If I have to, I'll make them myself. Other than that, I'll wear guy's clothes."
"Really? Okay. You won't be very popular with the local girls."
"Don't worry. I never have been." ..........
Lenquo's POV..........
Finally I'd finished changing the only uncool dress that Arwen owned. I had swiped a male elf outfit and fitted it to my proper size. Arwen argued a bit about wearing her outfit. She was scared Elrond would go psycho and kill her, or me, I don't know. Eventually, however, I convinced her to wear it and we snuck out of Rivendell. I had 'borrowed' a sword from the elf on guard duty. Come on, like something's seriously gonna attack Rivendell. I was practicing my sword play against a very powerful-
"Such a mighty tree you're fighting," Arwen said interrupting my thoughts. She was being sarcastic and was trying to suppress a laugh.
"Shut up! You know, you could teach me."
"Oh, no. I'm not getting into that."
"Oh, come on, please?!!" I was about to start laughing again when I heard a voice behind me.
"I'll teach you."
I spun around and found Rydki 3 feet away.
"Really?" I said feeling my competitiveness jerk into action. "Let's see what you've got."
He drew his sword and lunged at me. I dodged it and spun so once again, he and I faced. I knew then that he was not someone I wanted to get mad..........
Cavca's POV..........
Bilbo gave me some money and sent me to the market. The fabrics in the Shire are annoying to look at if they have patterns. I got a bunch of plain colored fabric. I bought some boys clothes so I had pants I could actually walk in. I only bought the fabric so I would have some thing to do. Also, Bilbo said he wanted me to wear a dress to his party, so I had to make one. I put the cloth in the backpack Bilbo had given me and decided to eat lunch at the Green Dragon. I had an ulterior motive, of course. So, I sat at the bar and Rosie Cotton came to take my order.
"Hello. You're new, aren't you? I'm Rosie. Who are you? And why aren't you wearing a dress? Boys clothes are for boys, not girls," she said fairly quickly. She had started sweet sounding, then snotty toned.
"To answer your questions in order: Yes, I'm Cavca, I hate dresses and have always worn pants. Now before your small brain capacity overloads, I would like some tea, please," I said simply. What can I say, I hate Rosie Cotton.
She scuttled off rather peeved.
"Wow, you told Rosie off when you just met her. Smart girl," came a female voice behind me. I turned around and gawked at who stood before me.
See, my friend, Sam, had a character in Middle Earth. Her name and bio was written out in many of her fics. Here before me stood a mirror image of Sam except this girl had blue eyes.
"I'm Tersa Took."
"Cavca Gamgee."
I then noticed that two boys stood near her.
"She's new?" asked a boy with curly light brown hair and green eyes. I'll give you one guess. What? No idea? Alright then, you'll find out soon enough. "Who's she?"
"I just answered that you Tom fool of a Took!" I said momentarily forgetting that they didn't know me.
"Wait. How did you know I was a Took?" Pippin asked as Merry stepped next to him.
"Well." I had to think of something quick. "Well, she's a Took and you two look alike. Sorry. I should be getting back to BagEnd, so..." I knew that would catch their ears.
"Do you know Frodo Baggins?" Merry asked.
"Frodo? No, but I know Bilbo Baggins. He's had me stay at BagEnd the last few days."
I'm not sure what happened, but Tersa got a funny(meaning weird) look in her eye.
"I'm so sorry about your parents," she said. Afterwards, she looked as if she didn't have a clue as to how she knew that. I, however, did. In Sam and my fics, Tersa and Cavca are best friends. Cavca's parents did when she was younger(FYI, she's 27 now). Tersa was remembering something from Sam's unconscious. I'm not sure how, but somehow that's what happened. Or maybe I'm just delirious. Who really knows, right?
"That's okay. It's been a while."
"Wait, how did you know her parents were dead?" Merry asked.
"Her parents are dead?" Pippin asked obviously not getting the connection.
"Yes," I said as I inwardly smacked my head against a wall.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay. Well, I've got to get going. You're all going to be at Bilbo's party, right?"
"Probably," Tersa said. I could tell that she already trusted me. Sam's unconscious influence was making her know me.
"Okay. I'm going to go." As I walked away, the idea of the party night brought a smile to my face. It was to be a very interesting night............