A/N: Sorry its taken a while to update...I've been insanely busy lately: Golf, forensics, school, work, 4-h, and horse-back riding. Plus insomnia, I've been sick this past week because of being so tired...so please forgive me for how long it took to update. Once again, reviews are greatly appreciated, thanx
~TC
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TC sighed as she left the building they were staying in. Gandalf and Pippin had already left--without waking her. Right now, TC's main concern had nothing to do with that, or the fact that the sun hadn't risen that morning. She was just worried about how she was going to keep herself busy. TC had no idea when Pippin would be back. She decided to head for the stables. Shadowfax deserved a visit...and maybe even some excercise. Gandalf wouldn't have to know (though TC knew he'd find out some way or another).
"Oh well." TC muttered to herself. "He should know better than to leave me to entertain myself." She thought for a moment, "Hm...maybe I can even get him to blame himself if I cause any damage!"
TC reached the stable, and went to Shadowfax's stall. The stallion nickered in greeting.
"Hey buddy!" TC said. "Want some excercise?" Shadowfax tossed his head. TC decided that would be a nod. After all, Shadowfax WAS a smart horse. The hobbit entered his stall, and managed to get on (after five minutes of TC struggling, Shadowfax went down on his front knees to make it easier for her).
Shadowfax trotted out of the stables, and TC pondered of what to do. Then, an idea hit her. She had always wanted to jump. That was the one thing she hadn't concentrated on in riding.
"YOU!" TC shouted, pointing to a man about five foot six. "Stand...THERE!" TC pointed to a spot directly in front of her. She did the same with about three other men of similar height, so they were facing her, standing side by side.
"Okay, I am going to jump this horse over you." TC informed them. "I don't know how high he can jump, so one of you might get hit in the head with his hooves." All of the men froze in fear. "AND, I've never really jumped on horseback before." At this, the men all dispersed. "No! Get back in line!" TC was ignored, so she pulled out her sword. "ALL RIGHT! MOVE BACK IN THE LINE OR YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE DAYLIGHT!" The men hesitated...after all, a hobbit couldn't possibly get all of them. Then TC added: "And trust me, this horse can move incredibly fast!" The men reformed the line. Several of them got down on their knees and began praying. "NO!" TC screamed, getting incredibly irritated.
Finally, all of the men were standing upright. TC backed Shadowfax up a ways, keeping her sword raised threateningly. When she was about forty yards away, she signaled Shadowfax to gallop--straight at the men. Halfway there, it occured to her she should have sheathed her sword so she could hold on with both hands.
"Guess it's too late for that." she muttered as Shadowfax soared over the men, unfortunately, a foot too low. His hooves hit a man in the head, knocking him out.
"Uh oh!" TC said and kicked Shadowfax back into a gallop.
After they'd gotten a good distance from the men--out of the line of vision and earshot--TC slowed the stallion to a walk so he could cool down a bit.
TC sighed. "Let's see, what could I do now?" she wondered aloud. Shadowfax, obviously, could not answer. TC headed him to the stables, figuring he'd had sufficient excercise for the day.
TC wandered through the mildly crowded streets. She still hadn't figured out what to do. Then, it hit her! She began looking around at the people around her until she spotted a guy she thought was hott. She ran up to him.
"Hey there!" she greeted, giggling dorkily, on purpose. The man looked around, but could not see her. "Down here!" TC tugged on his shirt. The man looked down at her, and she smiled, in the dorkiest way she could. "Hi!"
"Who are you?" the man asked her, remembering two others he met just like her.
"I'm TC, a hobbit, of the Shire!" TC batted her eyelashes at him.
"Yes I met two other halflings. I'm Faramir." Faramir extended his hand and they shook hands. "Well, nice to meet you but I must be off!" Faramir began walking off.
"No! Wait!" TC shrieked. The man looked back at her, finding the hobbit looking quite panicked.
"What?"
TC suddenly became very melodramatic. "My best friend is off in Rohan...or somewhere...FAR AWAY! And my other friend is serving Denethor and...." TC paused to sniff sadly, looking like she was about to cry. "I just don't think I can handle being alone right now! If you leave...I'll just...DIE!" With that, TC fell to the ground dramatically, as if unconcious.
"You have to be kidding me." The man said in disbelief. TC opened her eyes and gave him the most pitiful look she possibly could. "How about I take you to the mess hall? It's around lunch time...should be plenty of people there."
"Fine." TC sighed, as if severely dissappointed. Faramir accompanied TC to the mess hall, where they departed. Faramir did not know the mistake he was making.
TC sat down at an uninhabited corner of a table. She picked at her food with her fork. For once, she wasn't hungry. In playing with her food, she accidentally flung it across the room. The man she'd hit turned around and TC jumped down under the table in hiding. The man, obviously, could not see TC, and decided the pudding that had hit him had come from some other person in that general direction. He threw his apple core and hit another guy in the eye--knocking him off his seat. The man sitting next to him threw a corn cob, hitting some other unsuspecting guy. This escalated into a huge food fight. TC emerged and joined in--it reminded her of lunch at school.
Pippin had been temporarily relieved of his duties, and headed to the mess hall. When he entered, he was greeted by mass hysteria. He didn't even need to ask how it had started.
He hadn't been standing there for long when he got pelted in the chest by a (rather hard) biscuit. He looked over and saw TC smiling rather devilishly.
TC grabbed her tray and used it as a shield as she ran over to Pippin.
"Get down!" she ordered and they both jumped to the ground.
"What is going on? We already have ONE war going on here, in case you hadn't noticed!" Pippin hissed.
"It's just a slight misunderstanding." TC was still holding the tray above her head as a shield.
"Slight?"
Suddenly, all the chaos stopped. Everyone heard the ear-splitting shrieks. TC and Pippin covered their ears. They crawled over to the window and saw five of the black riders--with their new mounts. They were awful winged reptilious creatures.
"Holy crap!" TC yelled. "We are SO screwed!"
"No kidding." Pippin agreed. Then he noticed five riders on horseback down by the black riders. "Who are they?"
TC squinted to get a better look. "Hey! That's Faramir!"
"Who?"
"Some dude I met today...why is he down there?! He'll get killed!"
At that moment, Gandalf came riding to them on Shadowfax and shot a lightning bolt out of his staff. The fell riders screeched and flew off. TC and Pippin rushed outside and pushed to the front of the crowd as Faramir and Gandalf passed by. Pippin yelled to Faramir.
"Who are you?" Faramir asked. "You are not the first halfling I have seen in these parts."
"Hey there!" TC called, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh no!" Faramir groaned, and grabbed Pippin gently by the arm. "Come with me! TC...STAY!"
TC watched dejectedly as Faramir and Pippin and Gandalf all walked away. The rest of the crowd dispersed into buildings until TC was alone in the streets. She looked up and found that she really wasn't alone as she thought. One black rider remained in the sky above her.
"Holy crap!" she screamed, again. The rider began saying something--in a different, evil-sounding language. Somehow, TC understood every word. She used to immensly fear these creatures--now she felt no fear.
About an hour later Pippin finally returned. TC was standing in the exact same place she was when he left. She was in some sort of trance.
"TC?" Pippin asked, walking up to her. At that, TC snapped out of her trance, and looked at Pippin darkly. He gasped in surprise, TC seemed to be shadowed by some sort of evil.
TC quickly grabbed Pippin around the neck, very tightly. Pippin began gasping for the air TC was cutting off.
"Where is the wizard Gandalf?" she demanded. Pippin just stared at her, wide-eyed, and shook his head. TC gave him a disgusted look and threw him down, then went off in search of the wizard.
~TC
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TC sighed as she left the building they were staying in. Gandalf and Pippin had already left--without waking her. Right now, TC's main concern had nothing to do with that, or the fact that the sun hadn't risen that morning. She was just worried about how she was going to keep herself busy. TC had no idea when Pippin would be back. She decided to head for the stables. Shadowfax deserved a visit...and maybe even some excercise. Gandalf wouldn't have to know (though TC knew he'd find out some way or another).
"Oh well." TC muttered to herself. "He should know better than to leave me to entertain myself." She thought for a moment, "Hm...maybe I can even get him to blame himself if I cause any damage!"
TC reached the stable, and went to Shadowfax's stall. The stallion nickered in greeting.
"Hey buddy!" TC said. "Want some excercise?" Shadowfax tossed his head. TC decided that would be a nod. After all, Shadowfax WAS a smart horse. The hobbit entered his stall, and managed to get on (after five minutes of TC struggling, Shadowfax went down on his front knees to make it easier for her).
Shadowfax trotted out of the stables, and TC pondered of what to do. Then, an idea hit her. She had always wanted to jump. That was the one thing she hadn't concentrated on in riding.
"YOU!" TC shouted, pointing to a man about five foot six. "Stand...THERE!" TC pointed to a spot directly in front of her. She did the same with about three other men of similar height, so they were facing her, standing side by side.
"Okay, I am going to jump this horse over you." TC informed them. "I don't know how high he can jump, so one of you might get hit in the head with his hooves." All of the men froze in fear. "AND, I've never really jumped on horseback before." At this, the men all dispersed. "No! Get back in line!" TC was ignored, so she pulled out her sword. "ALL RIGHT! MOVE BACK IN THE LINE OR YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE DAYLIGHT!" The men hesitated...after all, a hobbit couldn't possibly get all of them. Then TC added: "And trust me, this horse can move incredibly fast!" The men reformed the line. Several of them got down on their knees and began praying. "NO!" TC screamed, getting incredibly irritated.
Finally, all of the men were standing upright. TC backed Shadowfax up a ways, keeping her sword raised threateningly. When she was about forty yards away, she signaled Shadowfax to gallop--straight at the men. Halfway there, it occured to her she should have sheathed her sword so she could hold on with both hands.
"Guess it's too late for that." she muttered as Shadowfax soared over the men, unfortunately, a foot too low. His hooves hit a man in the head, knocking him out.
"Uh oh!" TC said and kicked Shadowfax back into a gallop.
After they'd gotten a good distance from the men--out of the line of vision and earshot--TC slowed the stallion to a walk so he could cool down a bit.
TC sighed. "Let's see, what could I do now?" she wondered aloud. Shadowfax, obviously, could not answer. TC headed him to the stables, figuring he'd had sufficient excercise for the day.
TC wandered through the mildly crowded streets. She still hadn't figured out what to do. Then, it hit her! She began looking around at the people around her until she spotted a guy she thought was hott. She ran up to him.
"Hey there!" she greeted, giggling dorkily, on purpose. The man looked around, but could not see her. "Down here!" TC tugged on his shirt. The man looked down at her, and she smiled, in the dorkiest way she could. "Hi!"
"Who are you?" the man asked her, remembering two others he met just like her.
"I'm TC, a hobbit, of the Shire!" TC batted her eyelashes at him.
"Yes I met two other halflings. I'm Faramir." Faramir extended his hand and they shook hands. "Well, nice to meet you but I must be off!" Faramir began walking off.
"No! Wait!" TC shrieked. The man looked back at her, finding the hobbit looking quite panicked.
"What?"
TC suddenly became very melodramatic. "My best friend is off in Rohan...or somewhere...FAR AWAY! And my other friend is serving Denethor and...." TC paused to sniff sadly, looking like she was about to cry. "I just don't think I can handle being alone right now! If you leave...I'll just...DIE!" With that, TC fell to the ground dramatically, as if unconcious.
"You have to be kidding me." The man said in disbelief. TC opened her eyes and gave him the most pitiful look she possibly could. "How about I take you to the mess hall? It's around lunch time...should be plenty of people there."
"Fine." TC sighed, as if severely dissappointed. Faramir accompanied TC to the mess hall, where they departed. Faramir did not know the mistake he was making.
TC sat down at an uninhabited corner of a table. She picked at her food with her fork. For once, she wasn't hungry. In playing with her food, she accidentally flung it across the room. The man she'd hit turned around and TC jumped down under the table in hiding. The man, obviously, could not see TC, and decided the pudding that had hit him had come from some other person in that general direction. He threw his apple core and hit another guy in the eye--knocking him off his seat. The man sitting next to him threw a corn cob, hitting some other unsuspecting guy. This escalated into a huge food fight. TC emerged and joined in--it reminded her of lunch at school.
Pippin had been temporarily relieved of his duties, and headed to the mess hall. When he entered, he was greeted by mass hysteria. He didn't even need to ask how it had started.
He hadn't been standing there for long when he got pelted in the chest by a (rather hard) biscuit. He looked over and saw TC smiling rather devilishly.
TC grabbed her tray and used it as a shield as she ran over to Pippin.
"Get down!" she ordered and they both jumped to the ground.
"What is going on? We already have ONE war going on here, in case you hadn't noticed!" Pippin hissed.
"It's just a slight misunderstanding." TC was still holding the tray above her head as a shield.
"Slight?"
Suddenly, all the chaos stopped. Everyone heard the ear-splitting shrieks. TC and Pippin covered their ears. They crawled over to the window and saw five of the black riders--with their new mounts. They were awful winged reptilious creatures.
"Holy crap!" TC yelled. "We are SO screwed!"
"No kidding." Pippin agreed. Then he noticed five riders on horseback down by the black riders. "Who are they?"
TC squinted to get a better look. "Hey! That's Faramir!"
"Who?"
"Some dude I met today...why is he down there?! He'll get killed!"
At that moment, Gandalf came riding to them on Shadowfax and shot a lightning bolt out of his staff. The fell riders screeched and flew off. TC and Pippin rushed outside and pushed to the front of the crowd as Faramir and Gandalf passed by. Pippin yelled to Faramir.
"Who are you?" Faramir asked. "You are not the first halfling I have seen in these parts."
"Hey there!" TC called, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh no!" Faramir groaned, and grabbed Pippin gently by the arm. "Come with me! TC...STAY!"
TC watched dejectedly as Faramir and Pippin and Gandalf all walked away. The rest of the crowd dispersed into buildings until TC was alone in the streets. She looked up and found that she really wasn't alone as she thought. One black rider remained in the sky above her.
"Holy crap!" she screamed, again. The rider began saying something--in a different, evil-sounding language. Somehow, TC understood every word. She used to immensly fear these creatures--now she felt no fear.
About an hour later Pippin finally returned. TC was standing in the exact same place she was when he left. She was in some sort of trance.
"TC?" Pippin asked, walking up to her. At that, TC snapped out of her trance, and looked at Pippin darkly. He gasped in surprise, TC seemed to be shadowed by some sort of evil.
TC quickly grabbed Pippin around the neck, very tightly. Pippin began gasping for the air TC was cutting off.
"Where is the wizard Gandalf?" she demanded. Pippin just stared at her, wide-eyed, and shook his head. TC gave him a disgusted look and threw him down, then went off in search of the wizard.