Chapter 6
"mm." thought Figwit as Patricia's hair blew in his face as they rod on his horse together. Her hair smelled like lavender. Figwit fingered her slinky hair and it shimmered in the sonlight. It shimmered a pretty blond like cornsilk with dark brown highlights in the light and the lighter brown highlights that reflected the firelight and some strawberry blond highlights that one could only see during the daytime.
Patricia felt him finger her hair and was sad to feel that she enjoyed it. When she saw Figwit, her feelings for Frodo had dissapeared, but now that Frodo was turning green she was feeling sorry for him and was wondering if her feelings of sorrow meant that she loved him.
She did not know what to do. She glanced at Frodo in her lap, and at Figwit who was riding on another horse ahead of her. She stroked Frodo's hair and kissed his forehead. She felt bad that he was sick.
Patricia knew with her elf sensors that since Telelcontar could not have her, he would not let Figwit have her. That meant that he would rond up the rest of his black buddies and come to kill all of them, and take the Ring.
Suddenly Patricia was sad again. When she had left the Shire, she had thought that all of her problems from being beeutiful would be over. But no. Now she was being fought over by two males and a creepy ghostie.
Frodo woke up. "Patricia." he moaned.
"I am here."
"I love you. Do you love Figwit?"
Patricia was quiet. "I do not know Frodo. I think I do when I look at him and when he kisses me and when I am dreaming of him and when he is fighting for me from Telecontar."
"then you love him?" Frodo was sad
"I don't know, because I love you when you are sad looking and your eyes get all big and you cry and I want to hug you and kiss you until you feel better."
Frodo was sad. "Then you only pity me. You do not really love me."
"Frodo, no..."
"That's all right. I understand." Patricia watched sadly as Frodo went and rode with Aragorn.
Figwit sat behind her and hugged her and then sped up the horse (who's name was Wind Dancer, also known as Recnad Dinwe, who was pure white in the sun and midnight black at midnight.) so that they could get away from Frodo and Aragorn.
Patricia was beginning to realilze that she only loved Frodo because she felt sorry for him. She was not sure why she loved Figwit.
Aragorn rode by. Patricia's heart leapt as he did. "I must love Aragron too!" she thought in horror.
Suddenly, Frodo screamed in her lap. "The Nazgup." she whispered.
"Figwit! Aragorn!" She called.
They rode over. "what is it Patricia?"
"The Nazgup are coming. I can feel them with my elf sensors. I shall ride with Frodo to Riverdale where he will be safe and not green and slimy."
Figwit shook his head. "It is too danjerous. I will do it I could not stand to see you hurt."
Aragorn shook his head. "It is too danjerous.I will do it I could not stand to see you hurt."
Patricia shook her head. "I ride faster than anyone else in Arda. I shall take Frodo." With that she spurned Wind Dancer, whose beeutiful stripes shone in the sunlight, and rode off.
Will Patricia get to Riverdale in time? Will Telecontar and the Nazgup kill her first? gasp Wait until next time to find out!!!!
Let me know what you thought of this chapter!!! Ok!!! LOL!!! Until next time!!!
Oh, and Mora (cannybearsedtypingsux.com) , yes I will marry you but only if you are a boy because if you were a gurl that would be gross.
"mm." thought Figwit as Patricia's hair blew in his face as they rod on his horse together. Her hair smelled like lavender. Figwit fingered her slinky hair and it shimmered in the sonlight. It shimmered a pretty blond like cornsilk with dark brown highlights in the light and the lighter brown highlights that reflected the firelight and some strawberry blond highlights that one could only see during the daytime.
Patricia felt him finger her hair and was sad to feel that she enjoyed it. When she saw Figwit, her feelings for Frodo had dissapeared, but now that Frodo was turning green she was feeling sorry for him and was wondering if her feelings of sorrow meant that she loved him.
She did not know what to do. She glanced at Frodo in her lap, and at Figwit who was riding on another horse ahead of her. She stroked Frodo's hair and kissed his forehead. She felt bad that he was sick.
Patricia knew with her elf sensors that since Telelcontar could not have her, he would not let Figwit have her. That meant that he would rond up the rest of his black buddies and come to kill all of them, and take the Ring.
Suddenly Patricia was sad again. When she had left the Shire, she had thought that all of her problems from being beeutiful would be over. But no. Now she was being fought over by two males and a creepy ghostie.
Frodo woke up. "Patricia." he moaned.
"I am here."
"I love you. Do you love Figwit?"
Patricia was quiet. "I do not know Frodo. I think I do when I look at him and when he kisses me and when I am dreaming of him and when he is fighting for me from Telecontar."
"then you love him?" Frodo was sad
"I don't know, because I love you when you are sad looking and your eyes get all big and you cry and I want to hug you and kiss you until you feel better."
Frodo was sad. "Then you only pity me. You do not really love me."
"Frodo, no..."
"That's all right. I understand." Patricia watched sadly as Frodo went and rode with Aragorn.
Figwit sat behind her and hugged her and then sped up the horse (who's name was Wind Dancer, also known as Recnad Dinwe, who was pure white in the sun and midnight black at midnight.) so that they could get away from Frodo and Aragorn.
Patricia was beginning to realilze that she only loved Frodo because she felt sorry for him. She was not sure why she loved Figwit.
Aragorn rode by. Patricia's heart leapt as he did. "I must love Aragron too!" she thought in horror.
Suddenly, Frodo screamed in her lap. "The Nazgup." she whispered.
"Figwit! Aragorn!" She called.
They rode over. "what is it Patricia?"
"The Nazgup are coming. I can feel them with my elf sensors. I shall ride with Frodo to Riverdale where he will be safe and not green and slimy."
Figwit shook his head. "It is too danjerous. I will do it I could not stand to see you hurt."
Aragorn shook his head. "It is too danjerous.I will do it I could not stand to see you hurt."
Patricia shook her head. "I ride faster than anyone else in Arda. I shall take Frodo." With that she spurned Wind Dancer, whose beeutiful stripes shone in the sunlight, and rode off.
Will Patricia get to Riverdale in time? Will Telecontar and the Nazgup kill her first? gasp Wait until next time to find out!!!!
Let me know what you thought of this chapter!!! Ok!!! LOL!!! Until next time!!!
Oh, and Mora (cannybearsedtypingsux.com) , yes I will marry you but only if you are a boy because if you were a gurl that would be gross.
