Chapter 5
Frodo
I have a really bad cold, and headache, and it's Christmas Day too, darn it!, so I can't think straight. Forgive me for any mistakes I might write, grammatical, or spelling, or anything else, thank-you. And if you want to sue me for saying anything is mine, see Chapter 3. On with the chapter!
/Silaerín's POV, which, if you don't know, then 1) You're hopeless, no offense if you don't know, and 2) Means Point of View./
I woke up in horror, knowing I would get another beating for running away again, when I looked up at the ceiling, and realized where I was. Actually, I didn't know where I was, but I realized that where I was, was definitely not Idaho. I sighed or made some noise of that type in relief, and when I did, a black-haired blue-eyed head appeared over mine. I squeaked with surprise and fell out of the bed. Immediately, this boy was over there, helping me up, because when I tried getting into bed again, a felt sharp pains in my ribs, and fell to the ground, blacked out.
I came to my senses a few moments later, and found that my throat was dry. I motioned to the boy for some water, you know, pointing at my throat, pretending I was drinking, that sort of thing. He handed me a glass of some green stuff, which looked, I'm serious, like vomit, puke, throw-up, what ever you want to call it, or don't want to call it. I thought it was probably medicine, and screwed up my face, and drank it in one gulp. To my surprise, I felt better almost instantaneously, and it tasted delicious. Like cucumbers, and limes, and honeydew melons, and other green things. I cleared my throat, and began to talk to the boy sitting there.
"So, ummm, I guess I've been out a pretty long time, huh? And what's your name? And what is this place? And what happened? And why am I here? And...."
I stopped talking as he began to laugh. He had a nice laugh, like he was happy, for the first time in years, not like he felt I was something to laugh at or make fun of.
"Do you want me to answer your questions in order? Or just say things at random that I think would be of interest to you?" He had an English accent, which was weird, because England is no where near Idaho, and he sounded, I don't know, I guess cultured would be the best word for it.
"In order I guess, that is, if you can remember what order I asked you them!" If he didn't remember, I wasn't going to tell him!
"Well then, first, yes, second, Frodo Baggins, at your service miss, third, Arda, fourth, you were crushed by a tree, and fifth, so you could heal. Does that help you any Silaerín?"
"It would, Frodo, except for the fact that," if I was pale enough to show when my face got red, I would look like a tomato, "I don't remember what my questions were..."
This time when he laughed, I laughed with him.
"That is fine, Silaerín, all that you need to know is that you are here, and you are safe."
"Well, I have a few more questions as well. Don't think I'm letting you off that easily! Why are your ears pointy at the tips? Did I miss something? Is it, like, Halloween?" I felt the tops of my ears too. To my surprise, they were pointy as well. "And why are my ears pointy? What am I? Some kind of mini elf?"
"The answers in order again: I'm a Hobbit, no, no, I don't know, I thought a Hobbit too, I don't think so."
A Hobbit? What was a Hobbit? They sounded vaguely familiar, like some movie that I wasn't let to see. Of course, I was never let to see any movie...
"And what's Halloween?" He asked me.
I sighed. "Halloween is a holiday from where I come from where you dress up as whatever you want, and go around Trick-or-Treating to get candy. And where's Arda?"
"What is candy and Trick-or-Treating? And Arda is in Middle Earth."
Middle Earth sounds no where near Idaho. Or England. This could not be good. Or bad, as the case is.
"Forget about the candy and all that mess. Stand up please, Frodo. I need to see something." He stood. He looked pretty short, like around 3' something, or 4' something, which was ridiculous. "Help me stand up too. Please and thank-you!" He hesitated, then gripped my hand tightly. His hand felt dry, and warm. A small spark shot through us at the contact. I gasped, and he let go. We weakly laughed it off, and he grabbed my hand again. This time, we ignored the spark. He held me against his side, and I leaned on his shoulder to stabilize myself. I measured myself against him. I was only a little bit shorter.
"Frodo, how tall are you anyway? 5'8"?" He had to be around 5'8" to only be that much taller than I am. Or at least, that's what I thought.
"I am 3'10", tall for a Hobbit. You must be about 3'8"." His reply shocked me.
"Before we go any further, what is a Hobbit, Frodo?"
"A Hobbit is a human-or-elf-like person who is around 3 feet tall, has large hairy feet, lives in the Shire, Buckland, or Tookland (B-w-ish-- I don't think that's right, sorry. If you know what it's really called, tell me in a review and I'll fix it. Thanks!), and has elf-like ears."
"Wait a second," I said slowly, "So you're telling me that Hobbers, or Hobbits, or Whatever-you-are's are real? And so are Elves?"
"Yes, " he answered, sounding surprised, "Of course! I can see how you might not know about Hobbits, even after all we did, but not Elves! Are you from far away? Around Gondor? But there Queen is an Elf...." he said half to himself.
"You could say that, if you wanted to." This was so great! I had always dreamed of living in a place with Elves and dragons, and all sorts of other things like that! I'd been dreaming of that all my life. Suddenly, my knees gave out, and I crashed against him and knocked him down. He lifted my back onto the bed and sat down beside me.
"Are you ok?" He asked me, his face worried. "Should I take you to Elrond? Do you need help? Medicine? Anything?"
"Naw, that's ok," I answered. "Just a moment of weekness I guess. Hey, when you saved my life, did you happen to see a backpack?'
"A backpack?"
"It's a sack-like thing that you wear on your back. This one's black. And what did you mean after all Hobbit's have done?" I just remembered to ask that.
"No, I've haven't seen it, but if you want, I can carry you there. And I think it would be better if you read something, instead of me telling you about it. I'll give you the book after we have found your sack, if you like..." He said.
"Oh! Thanks!" I said. "Are you sure you can carry me all that way?" When he nodded his head, I went on. "Great! Well then I'd love to read your book. It sounds great!"
"That's very kind of you. Now let's go find your back-pack!" He picked me up and carried me out the door, and we left for the tree-fall-place.