You Could Have Caught Me

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer:  Don't own anything. It's the assumed "You".

This is a combo of like movie/book/imagination so if you don't recognize it you either a. Never read the book, b. never saw the movie, or c. I invented it.

Does anyone know what a 'starf' is?? Just so you know: omniscient- all knowing

Chapter 9

Clap them in Irons

We were once again walking. Though, the scenery had much improved. We were on the borders of Lothlorien when Gimli was talking.

" Keep close young Hobbits! They say a great sorceress lives in these woods, and all who enter never return to the outside world. But don't worry, for I can sense of an elf miles awa..."

But Gimli was cut off by Haldir's sudden appearance.

"This dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him the dark."

I rolled my eyes.

Legolas and Haldir had a quick elvish discussion, but I being omniscient in a sense, knew what was going to happen. I braced my self for the argument.

"We shall welcome you to our Wood's, but the dwarf's eyes must be blindfolded."

"I refuse to be blinded like a beggar!"

I sat down and inspected my nails. This was going to take a while.

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"Okay," said Aragorn

"This is what is going to happen, we ALL our going to be blindfolded, including Legolas, and we shall be lead by the elves, except for the new comer, who will be guarded by two elves.

"Hey!" I said jumping up. "That's not fair."

"Exactly, what I say lass." Said Gimli

"Why do I have to be guarded?"

"Because we are not sure who you are, or of your intentions." Said Aragorn

"That's not a very good reason." I said

"Nevertheless, you must be either guarded or stay out here and survive by yourself..."

I held out my wrists.

"Clap 'em in irons right?"

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Lothlorien was beautiful, that is once you get there, get untied, and unblinded, that is. Lot's of flowers, and pretty trees. And the elves!! They're everywhere, but sadly, none of them look like Orlando Bloom, another lie put forth by the T.V.

I don't know how many days went by in Lothlorien, but they seemed to fall like leaves in autumn, too many to count, but yet they are numbered. It seemed that we had to go as soon as we arrived. The day Aragorn said we would be leaving soon, I realized like an utter slap in the face what was next on the list. Amon Hen. I begged Aragorn. Two, three more days? It could make a difference. But sadly, no Aragorn would not listen to reason.

I noticed then, Boromir had grown even more steadily withdrawn, the Ring was taking over.

On our last day in Lothlorien, the Lady Galadriel gave out her gifts, a bow for little Legolas, daggers for little Merry and Pippin, an elfstone for little Aragorn, a vial of the light of Earendil, their most beloved star for poor Frodo, and a little box for Sam. And lastly, so I thought, the gift of three hairs for Gimli. Then she turned to me.

"For you," she said "I have only advice. What will happen can happen, the smallest thing can change the course of the future, but don't let it be for worse."

And with that we were bad farewell, given small boats and some lembas, we set off, as we left the shore we saw The Lady Galadriel wave, with what looked like a frosty star shining through her fingers.

Wow, what a wonderful chapter.

The "Clap 'em in Irons" bit is from PotC