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ABBY'S NOTE: I'd just like to mention that this is a 'happy' chapter. It doesn't have too, too much seriousness in it— I mean, it has some, but not a lot. Many of you have noted that the last chapter is a bit shorter than the chapters usually are. I am sorry, but due to summer break rapidly approaching, we have to either slow down the number of posts or make shorter chapters. I believe that the latter is preferable. That is why we have decreased the length by about half a page on each chapter. I just want to be able to have enough material for the entire summer, when Ali, Lindi, and I can't pass The Notebook around to write new stuff. Thanks so much for understanding. I love you all! Keep reviewing.
Chapter 14
Lindi pushed Legolas under the water. Gimli was trying to climb into the boat, but Abby stopped him by dragging him back in by his jerkin. Lindi swam over to where Ali was busy trying to get back into the boat.
"Well, this is just great!" said Ali. "Now we are all soaking wet with no way to dry off!"
"Lighten up! Enjoy this while you can. Remember, soon all the dirt in Middle Earth will be on you— once you reach Mordor. No baths there."
"I don't want to go to Mordor!" Ali whined.
"Oh, come on! You get to see Sauron. Plus all of the lovely scenery!"
"What Mordor are you talking about?"
"Alright... So it's gonna suck, but you get to go to Gondor and Minas Morgul."
"Sounds like fun," Ali said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No one sneaks up on me and gets away with it, Creirwy," said a voice behind Lindi.
"What th—"
And without warning, Lindi went under.
"Well that was nice," Ali said. "You know that drowning her will get us nowhere."
"I would never drown a fellow elf," Legolas replied defensively. "However, I think it only fair to repay her for what she did to me."
"My lady, do you wish to fly?" asked Boromir as he came up behind Ali.
"Only birds can fly, so how can I?" was her quizzical response. Then it hit her. "NO! Don't you da—"
She was already flying through the air, screaming.
"Where did Ali go?" asked Lindi, breaking the surface.
"She went to get a little air, that's all," said Boromir, winking at Legolas. "Would you like to join her?"
"No... really. That's okay..."
And another elf went flying through the air.
Abby swam over to where her two friends were plotting their next move.
"They will pay!" exclaimed Ali.
But Aragorn butted in. "Back to the boats!" he called.
"Awww..." groaned the three elf maidens.
The six swimmers turned their boats back over and climbed in. The hobbits had been very amused by the whole scene of tipping, splashing, and dunking, but they knew that their lives would be forfeit if they went for a swim.
The group continued down the river, hitting small rapids and strong currents, but nothing too dangerous. They stopped for the night in a large clearing. Here, Aragorn started 2 small fires. One was used by Sam to make dinner, and the other was used to dry wet clothes.
They all sat around Sam's fire, watching the food sizzle and smoke. Lindi, Ali, and Abby all sat wrapped up in blankets.
"Well, that was a fun day," said Abby. "But tomorrow, I really don't want to go swimming... I don't think I have enough changes of clothes."
They all laughed.
"Are you hungry?" asked Sam, as he revealed three steaming bowls of food.
"Depends on what it is!" answered Lindi.
"Just some taters and broth is all. After your adventures today, I didn't want to be givin' you anythin' too strong."
"Thank you, Sam," said Ali. "I'm sure it will taste delightful like all of your cooking."
He blushed, gave them the food, and went back to his cooking.
After a few minutes of eating in silence, Abby finally spoke. "So who's going with who?"
Both Lindi and Ali looked up at her. They had all been thinking about it since Rivendell, but now it was becoming more real. The truth was that they all knew what the next day would hold: Boromir would try to take The Ring, and then he'd die. Merry and Pippin would be kidnapped, and, as Ali saw in the mirror, Lindi might also be taken, but she did not want to say anything.
"Well?" asked Abby again.
"I have to go to Mordor. There really is no arguing that. But I wanna go to Helm's Deep!" whined Ali for the second time that day.
"Oh, shut up!" said Lindi. "You know that the two of us and Sam are all going with you. We will all miss Helm's Deep."
"True," said Ali, wanting to believe that it would be that simple.
"So that's it?" asked Abby.
"Yeah. We will fight off some orcs, then take a boat across the river, and head to Mordor," said Lindi.
"Well," Ali butted in, "We need to be careful. We don't know what could happen with the orcs. So stay together, and don't go off trying to be the heroines, you two. We don't need anything happening."
"Well, I want to go to bed," said Abby.
"Me, too," agreed Lindi.
"We will all go to sleep. Tomorrow will be another fun day!" Ali said sarcastically.
"Goody," replied Lindi.
They all went to their mats to go to sleep. Ali tossed and turned. She could not get the images from Galadriel's mirror out of her head. She finally fell asleep.
The next day dawned bright. Ali couldn't help but smirk at the irony: Today was going to be the breaking of the fellowship, and Ali was sure that the weather had never been better.
Ali stood up and stretched. This was going to be a rough day... She shook her head and tried to get what she had seen in Galadriel's mirror out of her head. It was impossible. Ali realized that just because she had seen something in the mirror didn't mean it was going to happen. Still... Ali sighed. She needed to try to figure things out. Ali began to walk away from the camp before stopping suddenly.
Ali sat down as a though flickered across her mind: what if she didn't walk off at all today? What if Boromir didn't try to take The Ring? How would that change everything?
Ali furrowed her brow in concentration. Would such a seemingly small decision affect the entire course of the fellowship? Of Middle Earth? Ali shook her head again. She had trouble enough choosing what she wanted for breakfast every morning. Her nickname was "Miss Indecisive." How was she supposed to come up with an answer to this?
Almost in a trance, Ali began to walk away from the camp. She was soon out of sight, but she was being followed.
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ABBY'S NOTE: I'd just like to mention that this is a 'happy' chapter. It doesn't have too, too much seriousness in it— I mean, it has some, but not a lot. Many of you have noted that the last chapter is a bit shorter than the chapters usually are. I am sorry, but due to summer break rapidly approaching, we have to either slow down the number of posts or make shorter chapters. I believe that the latter is preferable. That is why we have decreased the length by about half a page on each chapter. I just want to be able to have enough material for the entire summer, when Ali, Lindi, and I can't pass The Notebook around to write new stuff. Thanks so much for understanding. I love you all! Keep reviewing.
Chapter 14
Lindi pushed Legolas under the water. Gimli was trying to climb into the boat, but Abby stopped him by dragging him back in by his jerkin. Lindi swam over to where Ali was busy trying to get back into the boat.
"Well, this is just great!" said Ali. "Now we are all soaking wet with no way to dry off!"
"Lighten up! Enjoy this while you can. Remember, soon all the dirt in Middle Earth will be on you— once you reach Mordor. No baths there."
"I don't want to go to Mordor!" Ali whined.
"Oh, come on! You get to see Sauron. Plus all of the lovely scenery!"
"What Mordor are you talking about?"
"Alright... So it's gonna suck, but you get to go to Gondor and Minas Morgul."
"Sounds like fun," Ali said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No one sneaks up on me and gets away with it, Creirwy," said a voice behind Lindi.
"What th—"
And without warning, Lindi went under.
"Well that was nice," Ali said. "You know that drowning her will get us nowhere."
"I would never drown a fellow elf," Legolas replied defensively. "However, I think it only fair to repay her for what she did to me."
"My lady, do you wish to fly?" asked Boromir as he came up behind Ali.
"Only birds can fly, so how can I?" was her quizzical response. Then it hit her. "NO! Don't you da—"
She was already flying through the air, screaming.
"Where did Ali go?" asked Lindi, breaking the surface.
"She went to get a little air, that's all," said Boromir, winking at Legolas. "Would you like to join her?"
"No... really. That's okay..."
And another elf went flying through the air.
Abby swam over to where her two friends were plotting their next move.
"They will pay!" exclaimed Ali.
But Aragorn butted in. "Back to the boats!" he called.
"Awww..." groaned the three elf maidens.
The six swimmers turned their boats back over and climbed in. The hobbits had been very amused by the whole scene of tipping, splashing, and dunking, but they knew that their lives would be forfeit if they went for a swim.
The group continued down the river, hitting small rapids and strong currents, but nothing too dangerous. They stopped for the night in a large clearing. Here, Aragorn started 2 small fires. One was used by Sam to make dinner, and the other was used to dry wet clothes.
They all sat around Sam's fire, watching the food sizzle and smoke. Lindi, Ali, and Abby all sat wrapped up in blankets.
"Well, that was a fun day," said Abby. "But tomorrow, I really don't want to go swimming... I don't think I have enough changes of clothes."
They all laughed.
"Are you hungry?" asked Sam, as he revealed three steaming bowls of food.
"Depends on what it is!" answered Lindi.
"Just some taters and broth is all. After your adventures today, I didn't want to be givin' you anythin' too strong."
"Thank you, Sam," said Ali. "I'm sure it will taste delightful like all of your cooking."
He blushed, gave them the food, and went back to his cooking.
After a few minutes of eating in silence, Abby finally spoke. "So who's going with who?"
Both Lindi and Ali looked up at her. They had all been thinking about it since Rivendell, but now it was becoming more real. The truth was that they all knew what the next day would hold: Boromir would try to take The Ring, and then he'd die. Merry and Pippin would be kidnapped, and, as Ali saw in the mirror, Lindi might also be taken, but she did not want to say anything.
"Well?" asked Abby again.
"I have to go to Mordor. There really is no arguing that. But I wanna go to Helm's Deep!" whined Ali for the second time that day.
"Oh, shut up!" said Lindi. "You know that the two of us and Sam are all going with you. We will all miss Helm's Deep."
"True," said Ali, wanting to believe that it would be that simple.
"So that's it?" asked Abby.
"Yeah. We will fight off some orcs, then take a boat across the river, and head to Mordor," said Lindi.
"Well," Ali butted in, "We need to be careful. We don't know what could happen with the orcs. So stay together, and don't go off trying to be the heroines, you two. We don't need anything happening."
"Well, I want to go to bed," said Abby.
"Me, too," agreed Lindi.
"We will all go to sleep. Tomorrow will be another fun day!" Ali said sarcastically.
"Goody," replied Lindi.
They all went to their mats to go to sleep. Ali tossed and turned. She could not get the images from Galadriel's mirror out of her head. She finally fell asleep.
The next day dawned bright. Ali couldn't help but smirk at the irony: Today was going to be the breaking of the fellowship, and Ali was sure that the weather had never been better.
Ali stood up and stretched. This was going to be a rough day... She shook her head and tried to get what she had seen in Galadriel's mirror out of her head. It was impossible. Ali realized that just because she had seen something in the mirror didn't mean it was going to happen. Still... Ali sighed. She needed to try to figure things out. Ali began to walk away from the camp before stopping suddenly.
Ali sat down as a though flickered across her mind: what if she didn't walk off at all today? What if Boromir didn't try to take The Ring? How would that change everything?
Ali furrowed her brow in concentration. Would such a seemingly small decision affect the entire course of the fellowship? Of Middle Earth? Ali shook her head again. She had trouble enough choosing what she wanted for breakfast every morning. Her nickname was "Miss Indecisive." How was she supposed to come up with an answer to this?
Almost in a trance, Ali began to walk away from the camp. She was soon out of sight, but she was being followed.
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