Chapter 2
"Are we there yet?" I moaned at about noon the next day. We hadn't eaten a thing since we left the inn and hadn't stopped either. I was exhausted, starving, and sleepier than a zombie.
"Not yet. Keep going, Pip," Frodo called from a few feet ahead of us.
"Does he even know where we're going?" Merry asked doubtfully.
"To Rivendell, Merry. We're nearly there." Merry thought he had whispered quietly enough for Frodo not to hear, but apparently he hadn't. (Author's note: I ammended the distances to fit the story okay?)
"Do we get to eat there?" Merry asked, proceeding to leave me several feet behind.
"Of course," Frodo reassured him, though I could barely hear him. I'm not sure exactly what happened then, but I soon felt Frodo and Merry's arms around me.
"Almost there, Pip; Hang on." The next thing I remember was a soft pillow under my head and feathery blankets around me. I fell asleep soon after.
When I awoke I was all alone in a pale white room except for a beautiful huge plate of food. I dove into it and after I had eaten my fill I went to search for the others. The sun was just beginning to set and the light was shining in many colors off the walls of the place. I could only assume this was Rivendell.
Quite soon I came across a being much taller than I.
"Hallo," I greeted him. He turned to me.
"Hello, halfling. I trust you rested yourself well."
"Yes, thank you. Do you know where my friends are?"
"I believe they are with Mithrandir. come, I will take you to them." We walked only a short distance before my curiosity got the better of me.
"Are you an elf? Is this Rivendell? Are those people still after us? Do you know what's going on? Can you. . ."
"Slow down, my small friend. Yes, I am an elf and this is Rivendell, or Imladris as we call it in our tongue. As to what is going on, I do not know all, only bits and pieces, though I suspect that soon both of us will know much more ." We stopped outside a door, which was really more of a gateway than a door. My companion bid me to enter, so i did. I saw Frodo and Merry sitting in a corner with two other men, one with a long grey beard and grey robes, the other robed in crimson, clean shaven with long black hair.
"Hallo, Pip," Merry greeted me as I approached.
"This is certainly a treasure map," the man with the log beard verified. "And these," he gestured to the map and the ring,"could put you all in grave danger. Therefore, you shall need a crew to help you. Elrond, help me appoint the crew. On the morrow we sail."