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Hannjipan: YAY! I'll keep ritin! Here's notha chappi!! Cya Lub Kess.
elvenstorm: Yerse... looong one – do u want dem longa, shorta, or just as dey r? U R ALLOWED 2 FLAME ME!!
Isabella: Hope dis 1 maaakes u laugh! Cya!
Ok. I must say I iz wel soz 4 dis, but I prob wont b ritin more til afta easta cos im goin 2 rainy wales... Snowdon. Nice bit of Wales, but has a tendency to b quite wet... Thank god I aint campin... Hav a gud easta!
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Chapter 5 ~ Falling I did notice it. Honestly, I did. Ok, no I didn't, I was not looking where I was going and my mind was on a completely different planet. I think I should explain to you what actually happened. I was walking in a straight line, which is a very stupid thing to do in Emyn Muil because no path there is even slightly straight.
So, here I was, walking in a straight line, not noticing there was a great big dirty cliff not 3 ft in front of me. Not paying the blind bit of notice, I walked straight off it. Not strictly true. I walked towards it, slipped, grabbed onto the only handhold available, which happened to be a rock and started to shout.
Steph: Ow, Shit! Bugger! Oi! Oi, Frodo!!
My sweaty but cold hands were beginning to slip.
Steph: Sam! Frodo! ANYONE!!
Sam appeared into my line of view, looking around him.
Sam: Steph? Steph, why are you shouting? Where are you?
Steph: I'm currently hanging from a cliff, 5 foot to your left!
He moved towards my direction, slowly, watching out for the flippin great big cliff that was completely hidden in the fog. Honestly, it was completely hidden, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen off it... ok that's complete crap.
"You twat, Steph. You and your flippin imagination. Why do these bloody things always happen to me?!"
He came closer, now able to see the cliff. I let go with one hand (yuh, I know, risky) and began to make handprints in the gravel and dirt in front of me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Frodo finally turned up.
Frodo: Sam?
I scrambled to my feet, saying:
Steph: There's a dirty great cliff just there.
"I think they noticed by now. Ok, just stating the obvious."
Sam: I'm not sure how big the drop is, but you can't see the bottom.
Steph: I don't intend to get close enough to find out.
Frodo: Is there no other way down?
Sam: No, Mr Frodo. Though this Elvish rope might help.
He smiled, taking some thin rope out of his bag.
Steph: Rope? That's string?!
Sam: It's Elvish rope. Lady Galadriel gave that to me.
Steph: And why should the fact that it's Elvish rope comfort me?
Sam: It's stronger than normal rope. Lighter, too. And-
Frodo: It'll hold our weight.
So I found myself clambering down these rocks. I found that I didn't actually need the rope, and turned out to be pretty good at climbing. Well, I'd never tried it before.
"Must be the long fingers."
Sam: Can you see the bottom?
Frodo: No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going.
I followed his advice and reached the bottom first, in some fog. I was about to shout up, when Sam slipped, a box dropping from his bag.
Sam: Argh! Catch it. Grab it Mr Frodo!
Frodo performed a great one-handed catch, but slipped instead, heading straight towards me.
Frodo: Arghhh!
Sam: Mr Frodo?
Guess where he landed. Yep, right on top of me. Ok, he is a hobbit and half the size of me, but he must eat one heck of a lot, cos it felt like an elephant had just sat on me. At least he landed safely.
Frodo: I think I've found the bottom.
Sam climbs down to Frodo, to help him up, before squeaking.
Sam: Mr Frodo! Mr Frodo, you're levitating!
Frodo: I... what Sam?
I wanted to hear this conversation.
Sam: You're bout... 6 inches off the ground, it must be some form of magic....
"Yeah, you could say that."
Frodo: Or perhaps it's something to do with sting...
He unsheathed his sword, searching up and down the blade, for a clue that might give him some idea of what was happening.
Frodo: Something Bilbo forgot to tell me....
"Frodo, you're getting heavy. I think it's time I put an end to this."
Steph: Or perhaps you landed right on top of me, and are intent on squashing me to death.
Frodo Quickly got up with Sam's help, apologising.
Steph: Thas Ok.
Sam gathered in his surroundings, attempting to find something usefull to say. Sam: Bogs and rope and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it.
Frodo finally took notice of the wooden box in his hand.
Frodo: What's in this?
Sam: Nothing. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something.
Frodo: Roast chicken?!
Sam : You never know.
Frodo smiled, something I hadn't seen him do before.
Frodo: Sam, my dear Sam.
Sam: It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire.
Frodo: It is special. It's a little bit of home.
I walked over to the rope.
Steph: If we left this here, wouldn't someone follow us down?
Frodo: That's a point.
Sam: Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish rope. Well there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry.
Steph: Well, if this Elvish rope is all it's cracked up to be, then it should...
I jerked on the rope, not hard, but hard enough, causing it to drop down. Frodo looked very amused.
Frodo: Real Elvish rope.
Steph: Cool.
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Sorry it's so short! I'll try to write another 1 b4 I go 2 wales!
Please review!
Thankies!
~Kess ;P~
CJ*-Cj: Thanx for ya review, much appreciated... ok enuf wid da technocrap. THANKIES!! I LUB YA REVIEW!! Pleez keep reviewin!
Azuredragoness: Yerse... tis sehr weird yet kul nd iz bout 2 gt weirder...
xCrystalTearsx: I'm updating! Thanx! Keep reading. Enjoy!
Hannjipan: YAY! I'll keep ritin! Here's notha chappi!! Cya Lub Kess.
elvenstorm: Yerse... looong one – do u want dem longa, shorta, or just as dey r? U R ALLOWED 2 FLAME ME!!
Isabella: Hope dis 1 maaakes u laugh! Cya!
Ok. I must say I iz wel soz 4 dis, but I prob wont b ritin more til afta easta cos im goin 2 rainy wales... Snowdon. Nice bit of Wales, but has a tendency to b quite wet... Thank god I aint campin... Hav a gud easta!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Chapter 5 ~ Falling I did notice it. Honestly, I did. Ok, no I didn't, I was not looking where I was going and my mind was on a completely different planet. I think I should explain to you what actually happened. I was walking in a straight line, which is a very stupid thing to do in Emyn Muil because no path there is even slightly straight.
So, here I was, walking in a straight line, not noticing there was a great big dirty cliff not 3 ft in front of me. Not paying the blind bit of notice, I walked straight off it. Not strictly true. I walked towards it, slipped, grabbed onto the only handhold available, which happened to be a rock and started to shout.
Steph: Ow, Shit! Bugger! Oi! Oi, Frodo!!
My sweaty but cold hands were beginning to slip.
Steph: Sam! Frodo! ANYONE!!
Sam appeared into my line of view, looking around him.
Sam: Steph? Steph, why are you shouting? Where are you?
Steph: I'm currently hanging from a cliff, 5 foot to your left!
He moved towards my direction, slowly, watching out for the flippin great big cliff that was completely hidden in the fog. Honestly, it was completely hidden, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen off it... ok that's complete crap.
"You twat, Steph. You and your flippin imagination. Why do these bloody things always happen to me?!"
He came closer, now able to see the cliff. I let go with one hand (yuh, I know, risky) and began to make handprints in the gravel and dirt in front of me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Frodo finally turned up.
Frodo: Sam?
I scrambled to my feet, saying:
Steph: There's a dirty great cliff just there.
"I think they noticed by now. Ok, just stating the obvious."
Sam: I'm not sure how big the drop is, but you can't see the bottom.
Steph: I don't intend to get close enough to find out.
Frodo: Is there no other way down?
Sam: No, Mr Frodo. Though this Elvish rope might help.
He smiled, taking some thin rope out of his bag.
Steph: Rope? That's string?!
Sam: It's Elvish rope. Lady Galadriel gave that to me.
Steph: And why should the fact that it's Elvish rope comfort me?
Sam: It's stronger than normal rope. Lighter, too. And-
Frodo: It'll hold our weight.
So I found myself clambering down these rocks. I found that I didn't actually need the rope, and turned out to be pretty good at climbing. Well, I'd never tried it before.
"Must be the long fingers."
Sam: Can you see the bottom?
Frodo: No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going.
I followed his advice and reached the bottom first, in some fog. I was about to shout up, when Sam slipped, a box dropping from his bag.
Sam: Argh! Catch it. Grab it Mr Frodo!
Frodo performed a great one-handed catch, but slipped instead, heading straight towards me.
Frodo: Arghhh!
Sam: Mr Frodo?
Guess where he landed. Yep, right on top of me. Ok, he is a hobbit and half the size of me, but he must eat one heck of a lot, cos it felt like an elephant had just sat on me. At least he landed safely.
Frodo: I think I've found the bottom.
Sam climbs down to Frodo, to help him up, before squeaking.
Sam: Mr Frodo! Mr Frodo, you're levitating!
Frodo: I... what Sam?
I wanted to hear this conversation.
Sam: You're bout... 6 inches off the ground, it must be some form of magic....
"Yeah, you could say that."
Frodo: Or perhaps it's something to do with sting...
He unsheathed his sword, searching up and down the blade, for a clue that might give him some idea of what was happening.
Frodo: Something Bilbo forgot to tell me....
"Frodo, you're getting heavy. I think it's time I put an end to this."
Steph: Or perhaps you landed right on top of me, and are intent on squashing me to death.
Frodo Quickly got up with Sam's help, apologising.
Steph: Thas Ok.
Sam gathered in his surroundings, attempting to find something usefull to say. Sam: Bogs and rope and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it.
Frodo finally took notice of the wooden box in his hand.
Frodo: What's in this?
Sam: Nothing. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something.
Frodo: Roast chicken?!
Sam : You never know.
Frodo smiled, something I hadn't seen him do before.
Frodo: Sam, my dear Sam.
Sam: It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire.
Frodo: It is special. It's a little bit of home.
I walked over to the rope.
Steph: If we left this here, wouldn't someone follow us down?
Frodo: That's a point.
Sam: Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish rope. Well there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry.
Steph: Well, if this Elvish rope is all it's cracked up to be, then it should...
I jerked on the rope, not hard, but hard enough, causing it to drop down. Frodo looked very amused.
Frodo: Real Elvish rope.
Steph: Cool.
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Sorry it's so short! I'll try to write another 1 b4 I go 2 wales!
Please review!
Thankies!
~Kess ;P~