Disclaimer:
I owe nothing, everything belongs to mister Tolkien, who had created the wonderful fantasy story 'the Lord of the Rings'.
Chapter 2: Headache
It had been a wonderful evening and Elanor had had a lot of fun spending time with Fastred. No they did not kiss if that is what you are thinking. They had simply been talking about their ideas and dreams of their future life's. Seeing that they were both coming of age soon. But at this time (It must be at least 2 in the morning) Elanor was walking home, humming the song that she had been singing on top of the table that evening. Now she could laugh about it, it surely must have looked stupid, the mayor's eldest daughter, singing a song in the middle of the Green Dragon drunk.
At that moment the thought hit her, what would her parents say! She had never let herself go in that way. Normally she drank just a few ales and she spend her time talking, but now... This was very bad. She appeared to be slightly nervous when her home came into view and the lights were still on. " Do they know already? " Elanor thought, frowning slightly. More hesitantly she walked up to the house and pushed the door open. She could hear soft voices in the Living Room, and with her cloak still around her shoulders she looked into it.
She almost screamed at what she saw. There was this big, very big human (or was it an elf?) sitting on the ground and next to him another, but that one was smaller and a bit rounder in Elanor' eyes. Her father was in there as well, who had looked up when the conversation had stopped. A knowing smile was on his lips as he said, " Elanor, come in. This is Legolas.. and that is Gimli. You remember the stories that I told you? " The shocked girl kept staring at them when she hesitantly stepped into the Living Room, quickly walking over to her father. " I do, father. " 'How to greet them?' she thought before coming up with the thought that a little bow was always good. So that was what she did.
" Nice to meet you, Elanor Gamgee... at your service, " she quickly added, still a bit nervous. Now that these big folks were sitting in their house everything around her (including herself and her father) seemed to shrink. Not to mention her books and the little paintings that hung above the fireplace. The elf smiled, for Legolas was an elf, the Prince of Mirkwood to be precise. " And to your family.. " he added with a small nod, the dwarf did the same. " I would like to stay talking, but I'm afraid I'm not feeling so well, so may I be excused? " Elanor asked the last question to her father who looked up to her in surprise, " You have been drinking too much haven't you? " A blush crept onto Elanor' face as she quickly looked down, " I will talk to you tomorrow, young lady! " The Mayor said.
Elanor said goodnight to Legolas and Gimli and walked out of the Living Room. She was very angry with herself over what happened that evening, though she couldn't remember it clearly. Soon she had changed and washed, and now she was laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Being the eldest of the children had one good point: she had her own room and usually got to buy new dresses. Not that the Gamgee family was poor. Because of Samwise being Mayor they weren't. Yet there was no use in buying new dresses if the old ones where still beautiful enough. Elanor took care of her clothes and of the rest of the family. That was her biggest task. Her mother was quite busy with everything. Having 13 children wasn't nothing and Rosie was busy enough.
After staring at the ceiling for a moment Elanor turned around, now staring to the window. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, her eyes fell close. She had a strange dream. There was a man in front of her, just as big as Legolas had been but he seemed older. Gray hair he had and it seemed like Elanor that he would fall apart if one would touch him.
" Elanor! Get up, dad wants to talk to you! " Frodo, one of her brothers (the eldest), came stamping into her room, "Are you still sleeping?" he asked with a slight frown on his face, then he walked to her window to open the curtains, " It's almost afternoon!" Elanor groaned from under the covers, "Leave me alone," she muttered. But Frodo did not leave, he was just one year younger then Elanor and slightly annoyed because his sister was allowed to go out, and he wasn't. "He's angry, Elly, what did you do last night?" That question was rewarded with a pillow that hit his head.
Not much later Elanor had washed and dressed, ready to see her father. Without even taking some breakfast first she nervously went to her fathers office. The door was open and when she looked inside she saw that her father seemed to be writing. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, " Dad? You wanted to see me?" Sam looked up, with what to Elanor seemed anger on his face and pointed to a chair that stood on the other side of his office. As silent as she could Elanor sat down in it, staring to her hands, which were fumbling with her dress.
Before Sam was even able to open his mouth Elanor spoke, " I'm sorry father, I did not mean to drink so much, but it was the first time wasn't it? And I had such great fun, though I can't remember every thing and now I have a headache, but father, it was funny last night and I.." she was interrupted by Sam who held up his hands, " Calm down, Elanor. I simply want you to promise not to drink so much anymore." Elanor stared up to her father, "That's it?" Sam smiled slightly and nodded, " Though your mother is not so happy with it, " he continued sternly, " but I have something else to ask you."