Happy birthday, Hish!
by Odeena Skywalker
Epilogue
And so, I left home - leaving both the Fellowship of the Ring and my best friend behind. Even though I trusted that Hish would keep things from getting too nasty, I was still worried about all this, and secretly I prayed that the house would still be standing when I got back.
I won't bore you with the details of my (very) long and (extremely) annoying trip to my cousin's, nor with those of the 'warm' welcome I had to endure - a welcome which included pinched cheeks, loud smooches and bear-crushing hugs. Several days later, as I accessed my e-mail account, I found a long letter from Hish. It went like this:
Dear Odeena,
Frankly, I have no idea what I've gotten myself into (or rather, what you've gotten myself into :P), but I must say I like it so far! Now I see why you said that living with the Fellowship was the same as being a permanent resident in a madhouse. These past few days have been hysteria!
On the first day, Arwen, Eowyn and Boromir decided to bake me a birthday cake. Imagine those three working together for a change... Anyway, it didn't end so good... well, to be honest, it ended quite badly, with everyone covered in flour and broth and half the kitchen devastated. Fortunately, Gandalf and Saruman were there to take care of the mess, although they kinda blew up a wall when their 'magical beams' or something accidentally crossed in the air. I'm having Aragorn, Boromir and Faramir rebuilding it as we speak (well, actually, as I type :D), while Elrond supervises them... And wheezes his eyebrows, too. Talk about weird...
Speaking of Elrond, did you know he sings in the shower? I had no idea he did that until Haldir told me all about it the other day. Elrond always said it was the radio or something, but I think not even Britney Spears could sound that bad... But don't tell him I said that ;)
By the way, did you blackmail Haldir and Figwit to be my personal slaves or something? Because they're giving me so much attention they're starting to freak me out! Yesterday morning, Haldir asked me if he could carry me downstairs so my feet won't get tired, and Figwit sang for me all throughout the meal! Well... actually, just until Arwen whacked him over the head with a frying pan, but that's not the point here.
I didn't see the hobbits around these days. Merry told me that they were building some sort of a secret tree house in the back yard. What I don't get is: 1 - how come it's a 'secret' tree house, when everybody else knows about it? And 2 - weren't hobbits supposed to be scared of heights? (Although come to think of it, hobbits are scared of pretty much everything :)).
And then, there's Legolas. There's not much I can write about him... Most of the time, he just sits in a corner with a blank look on his face. I think he misses you a lot...
Apart from that, things are pretty much normal. Boromir keeps playing pranks on everyone (when he's not working on the wall, that is), Faramir is stalking Eowyn (even though she doesn't seem to notice or care), Gollum lurks in any dark corner he can find (including your closet - I couldn't keep him from it, sorry...), and Paul came looking for you several times, until Saruman accidentally (?) set his hair on fire. I haven't seen him ever since...
...And that's about that. Now, it's time I click 'Send' before anyone gets a bright idea, like pulling the plug on my computer... Hope you're having at least half as much fun as I'm having here!
Love,
Hish
In other words, all's well that ends well, as the saying goes... Of course, I still had my cousin's wedding to look forward to (not!), but at least now I knew that everything was OK back home.
Or... something like that, anyway :)
And... that's about that.
The End
Author's Note: takes a deep breath Well - this is it! The very last chapter of this 'fic. I hope you like it! As always, please R&R! As for the review responses - many thanks go to Manwathiel and Laer4572 for their lovely comments. G'bye! (For now, anyway... :P).
