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you sued me anyway. I know this a short chappie but enjoy none the
less. DLN
Master Pointy Ears
Amanda
"Laurelin, it was all right I didn't mind the company I said softly.
"Yes but that fiendish little Took knows he shouldn't be here!" she answered.
"In any case you wanted to tell me something, judging from the way you bounded in here it must be exciting," I said.
"Yes there is, the Prince of Mirkwood sent me greetings," she said excitedly.
"Who?" I asked in confusion.
"Blondy Amanda, Blondy as in my Elf," she answered in exasperation.
"Oh I get you now, well of course he would send you greetings, you two were close. You know I kind of envied you two, I didn't have anyone like that at that age," I told her.
"He's supposed to visit Rivendell at some future date," Laurelin practically squealed at me.
"Well maybe we'll see blondy again yet," I told her reassuringly. Laurelin then hurried off to get me some food and Frodo some broth since he couldn't chew unconscious. Laurelin returned bearing a covered tray of food along with a bowl of broth and a cloth I'd requested. Laurelin offered me a spoon.
"No I'll not need it," I responded.
"Well then how are going to feed him? Dump the bowl down his throat?"
"No with my fingers, he won't eat from the spoon I've tried but he'll eat it if I moisten his lips with my fingers," I responded.
"If Elrond knew he'd have a fit," Laurelin answered.
"Well then Elrond can figure out a way to get him to eat," I answered back harshly.
"I'm just saying is all," said Laurelin.
"I know Laurelin I'm sorry it's just that I'm concerned about Frodo getting some kind of nourishment. As long as he's eating who cares," I said softly.
"Apparently Elrond would," she replied.
"Actually I don't think he would refuse me. All I would have to say is "Master Pointy Ears" and he'd be too scared to deny me," I told Laurelin in victory.
Several weeks pass.