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Mellon- friend

Ch. 3- greetings

Legolas and Alexandra were entering the shire.

"Why have you been mad at me so much lately" blurted Legolas

'I was wondering when you were going to ask" said Alexandra. "I'm afraid"

"afraid? Of what?" asked Legolas.

Alexandra changed the subject. " Oh my goodness! They are so little!' sqealed Alexandra.

"Yes they're tiny" said legolas, wishing she'd continue what she'd started.

"They're just like children!" exclaimed Alexandra. She was very amused.

"Don't speak like that around them. They take pride in being different' warned legolas.

'Oh of course not" replied Alexandra. "They look so happy, like they don't have a care in the world" she added softly.

"The hobbits you'll be around aren't like these one's. They have gone through horrors. And now they mourn for they're friend. You won't see any cheer in them." said Legolas gravely.

Alexandra nodded.

"Excuse me" Legolas called out. "Can you direct us to bag end?"

"Straight down the street, master elf" replied the stout hobbit.

As they rode away, the hobbit murmured "an elf in the shire...what next!"

They jumped off their horses and knocked on the small door.

"How are we going to fit in." exclaimed Alexandra.

A small curly haired hobbit opened the door. He smiled softly, his big blue eyes full of recongnition.

"Frodo, greetings" said Legolas.

"Come in please" invited Frodo. "And who is your friend?"

Legolas introduced Alexandra. "This is Alexandra"

"I'm his best friend" said Alexandra proudly.

Frodo raised his eyebrows. "You are our first guests. I have 3 rooms prepared. 1 for arwen and Aragorn, and I was thinking Gimli and you would share a room."

Frodo then continued. "Perhaps Miss Alexandra could share a room with lady Eowyn. She's coming alone."

"That is fine, mellon" Legolas replied.

Frodo smiled weakly.

"I am so sorry about your loss" said Alexandra.

"Merry was a very joyfull hobbit" said Legolas smiling, in memory.

"He made us all laugh" Frodo said.

"Him and Pippin, they always found ways to maker us laugh" Legolas stated. "Speaking of Pippin, how is he?"

"Not good" said Frodo shaking his head.

"Is someone here?" called a voice.

"Come in Mina" Frodo called back.

A long brown haired hobbit, with bright green eyes walked in.

"An elf" she exclaimed happily. Then looked at Alexandra. "Two elves!"

Frodo told Legolas "this is Mina, Merrys sister. She has a different way of grieving"

"I am sorry miss" said legolas bowing his head.

Alexandra studied her. "I know what its like. My brother Alcen died a few years ago"

Said Alexandra Sadly.

"Mina this is prince legolas of the woodland realm, and Miss Alexandra" Frodo told her.

"my best friend" Legolas added.

"A prince" said Mina, jumping into a curtsey. "Pleased to meet you Prince Legolas"

Legolas laguhed. "Just call me Legolas"

"I'll show you to your rooms. I've set up comforters on the floor. I hope you don't mind, you won't fit on our mattresses." Frodo told them.

After Frodo showed them, there was a knock on the door. When he entered the parlor, Mina was greeting Gimli the dwarf.

"I'm sorry for yer loss, lassie" said Gimli through his thick accent.

"Gimli" greeted Frodo.

"Master Baggins. It has been a long time. How's the Pippin lad doing?" asked Gimli.

"Not well I'm afraid, let me show you to your room. You'll be sharing it with Legolas."

"Like old times" said Gimli with a hearty laugh.

When Frodo and Gimli entered the room, Legolas rushed to greet his friend.

"Gimli!' Said Legolas.

"Legolas, how is the poncy elf princeling." greeted Gimli.

Alexandra, who was watching from the door snickered quietly. Only Legolas caught it. Alexandra saw him notice her, so went back to her room.

There was another knock on the door.

"Let me get that" said Frodo.

Mina had already gotten it. This time she remembered her manners.

"Hello, your h-highnesses" she stammered, curtsying.

Aragorn and Arwen smiled, not knowing her name. Eowyn looked full of sadness.

"Greetings my friends" exclaimed Frodo happily. He loved strider.

"Frodo Baggins" said Aragorn kneeling.

Frodo gave him a friendly hug, then Arwen.

"I am so very sorry for your loss." Eowyn said to Mina.

"How did you know?" asked Mina.

"You look like merry" Eowyn told her.

"You knew him"inquired Mina.

"I rode with him to battle. He saved me from a great evil" said Eowyn kneeling down to embrace her.

"This is Mina" announced Frodo. "Merrys sister."

"I am so very sorry" said Arwen in a soothing voice.

"Merry was a very lively Hobbit. I liked him very much. Quite helpfull in taming Pippin" Aragorn told her.

Mina just smiled.

"You don't as upset as I would've thought" pointed out Eowyn.

"She has a different way of grieving" Frodo said protectivly. "Let me show you to your rooms."

He walked them down the hall "thats where Legolas and Gimli are" said Frodo pointing to a door, then pointed to the door next to it. "Eowyn, you'll stay here with Legolas' friend."

"His friend?" asked Arwen.

"Alexandra is her name." Frodo told her.

"A woman" asked Aragorn, eyes wide.

"I know, it's weird" Frodo said shaking his head.

"Thank you Frodo" said Eowyn, entering the room.

They continued down the corrider, Aragorn slightly bent over because of the low ceiling.

"This is where you guys will take rest. Funeral drive starts tomorrow" Frodo told them. "Now I must go to Mina."

He found her in the front parlor talking to a very tall man, with long white hair.

"Galdalf" exclaimed Frodo.

"Frodo, my boy!" said Galdalf

Frodo grinned. Mina had never seen him so happy.

"How are you, Frodo Baggins" asked Gandalf.

"Honestly...I lament for Merry. It has effected everyone, especially Pippin."

"Fool of a took, can't control his emotions" Gandalf muttered.

"I've just met young Mina here." said Gandalf kindly. "It seems she can't cry"

Frodo said "its just a different way of sadness."

"SO where shall I stay?"

"In bilbo's old room, of course" said Frodo.

"I'll find my way" said Gandalf.