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Chapter 8: Shin Splints
"What do you think you are doing! We can't go on some perilous expedition! We'll die!" Ilsa squealed, "Oh God, we can die here. I need to sit down."
As she flopped down on the Laure's bed a knock was heard at the door.
"You said so yourself-just a moment please!-' We are here for a reason. We just have to find out what it is.' Will you please give us one moment!"
With this the door burst open. Legolas, Inwir, and Aluin all spilled in the room at one time.
"Please, tell me what crazy thought was going through your incredibly small brains when you decided to do this," Inwir said calmly.
"As I was saying before we were interrupted we are here for a reason. I feel this is it," Laure replied just as calmly.
"I agree with Inwi-" Ilsa began.
"ARE YOU TWO MAD! THIS IS NO JOKE, NO CHILD'S PLAY!" Aluin's face was beat red.
"Aluin this-" Ilsa tried again.
"NO, YOU ARE NOT GOING! I FORBID IT!"
"You forbid it?" Ilsa asked softly.
"Now he's done it. Everybody step back, the bomb is about to explode," Laure muttered to no one in particular.
"YES I DO! I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, YOU JERK! I HAVE JUST CHANGED MY MIND! IM GOING AND THERE NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! YOU CAN GO HOME ON YOUR OWN, MISTER, CUS I SURE AS HELL AINT GOING WITH YOU!"
With this announcement she kicked Aluin in the shins and stormed out of the room.
"Ow!" holding his shin he looked up at Laure, who was snickering, "this is not funny."
"From were I'm standing it sure is. Go after her you dolt!" she said.
Giving her evil looks he went out after Ilsa.
Frodo's POV
It is a beautiful day here in Rivendell. Elrond said we would leave in about a month. Such a short time when you think about it. I am glad Merry, Sam, and Pippin agreed to come with me. And Aragorn. And Gandalf. I subconsciously knew that Gandalf would go. I am not looking forward to this journey at all. For the time being I will just enjoy spending time with Bilbo and everyone while I can.
Bilbo was telling us the story of Smaug the dragon, even though we have all heard it before, when Lady Ilsa, the elf maiden from the council, blazed by where we were sitting followed closely by another elf.
He catches her arm, turning her towards him. The glare she is giving him is enough to kindle fire. They start to speak in elvish. Merry and Pippin turn around to watch.
"Tolo si!" he says, "Goheno nin."
"U-aniron den!" she cries.
"Goheno nin. Im naer Ilsa."
"Mibo orch!" she says trying to turn away.
"Daro. Nae, Seas Goheno nin."
She finally seems to be listening to him.
"U-moe edaved," she says quietly.
"Hello!" said Bilbo cheerfully, "Lovely weather we are having."The elves seem to notice us for the first time since coming into the garden. The elf-maid looks up towards the sky then back to Bilbo's face.
"Seems we are, Mister Baggins," she replied smiling.
"You are looking well today, Lady Ilsa."
"Please just call me Ilsa. I still have to get used to having Lady attached to my name."
"Then you may just call me Bilbo. You have met my nephew Frodo, and his companions Meridoc Brandybuck, Perigrin Took, and Samwise Gamgee," Bilbo said, pointing to us in turn.
"Bilbo was in the middle of telling us a story. Would you like to stay and listen?" Pippin asked.
"Pippin, they might have more important things to do. Don't bug them," Merry scolded.
She laughed lightly, "actually I would love to. Do you think you could hold on a minute? I will be right back."
She beamed at us then drifted back the way she had came from. The elf, whose name I vaguely recall as being Aluin, seated himself next to Sam.
"What were you two fighting about?" Pippin questioned the minute he sat down.
"Pippin!" Merry sighed.
"No, its okay," He said, "I do not want her to go on the quest to destroy the ring. It is too dangerous. Her mind is set though, not to be changed by me."
"No it won't. Just ignore me and continue with your story. The lighting is perfect for painting."
She had returned quietly with paints and a canvas. Bilbo, looking started but pleased, began from the beginning of the story.
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