A/N: Guess what? I now have an email address where you can contact me at will. How cool is that? Anyway it is at abskii_79@hotmail.com. Throw me a line, I am up to anything. Email me to tell me that my story is the best you have ever read, to tell me it sucks and I should burn it, or to tell me what you think should happen next. Pretty much anything you don't want to say in a review. (Besides, I have had this email address for over a week and all I have gotten is junk mail! It kinda makes you want to sit and cry!)
I also just saw The Two Towers, and all I can say is that if you have not yet seen it WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Point made…
I also apologize for the lack of updates, I have been having some pretty rough times and I was swamped. Anyway, I think I can get some more out, but it may take a while. Damn writer's block!
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I was looking up at the mountain in front of me and thanking everything holy that I was not up there. I saw what looked like a few black specks just plodding along on the side.
"I am so glad that I stayed behind, all alone."
I looked around me; I was still at the group of rocks where I re-met the Fellowship. What can I say? I am one lazy bugger.
"Hmmm, I think my inner intelligence is trying to tell me to move on. What is that Henry, I can't quite make it out. Oh yes it is now coming to me very clearly. Move Your Damn Lazy Ass!"
Henry, my inner intelligence, can be quite pushy at times, the nerve! I hauled my self up to my feet and stretched.
"Let's see, where to go? I got it!"
I walked to the middle of the gathering of rocks and spun very fast in place. I suddenly fell down on my butt and was facing to the right of the mountain.
"Ahh, I see Henry wants to go that-a-way. Well who wants to argue with him? I also know why I no longer play Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Yeouch!"
I once again got to my feet and rubbed my butt. I gathered the clothing and little bit of food that they had given me. The little fat hobbit didn't want to part with any food but the old fart made him give me some. I guess I could learn to like the old guy. Like, love is still too strong of a word.
When I had it all in a pile I grabbed one of the cloaks they had given me (they gave me two). I made a little bundle out of all of the stuff and hauled it up to my back.
"Ha! Instant tote bag! Who needs a real one, when you have the state of the art Emily bag!"
Right then the bundle decided it didn't like me and the bottom ripped out and everything fell out.
"How did I know that was going to happen?"
Crack!
I glanced up at the sky and was amazed to see a mess of very ominous looking clouds.
"How did that happen? I just was looking up at the mountain and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. One minute and I can't see the—uh-oh!"
I could no longer see the guys up on the mountain. All I could see was a very large cloud covering it from view and a butt-load of snow.
"Yep, definitely not good. I am seriously thinking that they should go Eskimo. Gandalf in an igloo, that would just make my day!"
I shouldered my remade pack and turned in the direction my fall had pointed out to me.
"Well, I told them that I was not going up there and I am certainly not going now. Nope, nu-uh. They can just go make a bunch of snow angels for all I care. I think… My God! I actually care about them!"
I stopped dead in my tracks. It was true! I actually cared about what happened to the weirdoes! This is seriously not good anymore!
"Okay, deep even breathing. That's that key there Emily my dear. Let's just talk a walk onto the other side of the mountain and see what we can see. Hey that rhymes!"
I turned and started to walk down the embankment singing at the top of my lungs.
A sailor went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could see, see, see
But all that he could see, see, see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea…
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A/N: I apologize immensely. That was so weak, that right now I am seriously considering not posting it. Please don't kill me. Oh! And if anyone can think of ideas or punchlines for the story, PLEASE EMAIL ME!
I also apologize for the Eskimo comment. I know that is not how they live. But it was too perfect to pass up. Please forgive me!
I also have very little of an idea of when I am going to post again. I just can't seem to get anything out of my head anymore, other than useless babble, and when I do churn something out it is just a pile of crap (kinda like this). Welcome to my life…
I could also use a beta reader, I think. So I have made the suggestion…. Now what?