Esmeralda, the Ear'Quessir.
Discalimer:
Esme: She owns nothing, pity her. I on the other hand, own more riches than you can imagine. Be jealous. BE VERY JEALOUS! MWUAHAHAHAHA
K-Dig: Down dog.
Alright! Heres the third chapter! I hope you enjoy!
Review answers:
Negotiator24: Thanks for the review, I'm glad you think it's a good story!
janzz: Thanks. I was hoping she would kinda come off as a little snarky, I guess I haven't played that out enough. Oh, Legolas' and Esme's relationship is going to be a hard one at first. It's not gonna be a "Love at first sight type" of thing, no worries, she'll always have that personality!
Chapter 3: Bree, with the little folk.
Esmeralda's POV
"You know Aragorn, we have been sitting here for three days, and we've had no sign of those halflings you metioned. I'm beginning to think you just want to get me alone!" I joked looking at Aragorn as we sat in the dark corner of the Prancing Pony. Three days. We had been sitting here THREE DAYS waiting on the halflings, hoping that they would soon come prancing in. No pun intended. See, I'm excited about finally getting to go to Rivendell. And the litte folk are cramping my style.
"They will come Esme, be patient for one in your life!"
"Hey, I'm a pirate, patient is not in the code book." I pulled my hood up over my face hoping to stay out of the sight of the town drunkerds who had just walked in. Everynight it was the same thing " Good evening my'lady. Would you care for a drink?" Not if its the one dripping off your beard. Right as I settled back Aragorn stiffened.
"Esme, they have arrived."
"Thank Eru, I don't thing my bum shall ever feel the same."
"Grow up."
"I'm older than you , I am grown."
"But you act like a five year old."
"Well maybe I am?"
"Just shut up. I can't hear what they're saying."
"Mehehe...I can."
"Ugh." so I gave him some quiet and listented to what Fat Man Butterbur was saying to the newcomers. The man never could remember anything. I swear, the only reason he remembers his name is because people are always yelling at him for something.
"We have some nice hobbit sized rooms to accomidate you. Would that be alright, Mr..." I awaited the name. The one Mirthandir said we were looking for was...um...Underwear? No that wasn't it, Unicorn? Nope that wasn't it either.
"Underhil, Mr. Underhill." Ah, that was it. So that short one with the black mop on his head was the one we wanted. Excellent. I can just swoop down, grab him and go. For a second, I thought it would be the fat one we were after. Even I don't think I could carry him that far. The hobbits went and sat at a table, directly in our eyesight. Stupid things didn't even notice they were being watched. Eh. Oh well..easier to get away with like that. I was readying to stand when Aragron caught my arm
"Faithe, we will get them when the time is right."(Wait)
"ARRRGGGG. More waiting?" I silently yelled at Aragorn, "I have already lost the feeling in my butt, do you want me to lose it in the rest of my body?"
"It can't be that bad, it's numb, you shouldn't feel anything" he replied still watching the hobbits. Men. No matter what race, you can always count on them to be the same.
Just then the hobbit named, Pimple? Or something like that ran to the bar to get a pint of mead. Alcoholic. The fat one, Sam? He was talking to the hobbit Underhill about me and Aragorn watching him in the corner. I stuck my tongue out at 'em and crossed my eyes. That made them turn around in a hurry. Aragorn just glared at me. Oh well. Whats done is done. Just then the hobbit Pimple who was at the bar, who I realized had had to much mead, started talking about a hobbit named Frodo Baggins. Underhill jumped out of his seat and ran to the bar yelling the other's name. I guess his name isn't Pimple then? Oh well, that sounds better anyway. Opps, he tripped. Eru! He's not there anymore. Aragron stands. YES! GO TIME!
I beat Aragorn to the hobbit on the floor, jerked him up and dragged him to the room me and Aragorn were sharing. Aragorn came in not five seconds after. I threw the hobbit down next to the wall and went and sat by the window where no one would notice me. I had no reason to be part of this questioning.
"Who are you? questioned frightened hobbit.
"Are you frightened?"asked Aragorn looking intently at the hobbit.
"Yes."
"Not nearly enough. For I know what hunts you" replied Aragorn. Trust him to be all dramatice. I mean honestly. I put out the lights, staring out he window. I knew what would be coming. They felt the pull of the Ring once the hobbit had placed it on his finger. The Black Riders would be here soon.
"Release him! Or I'll have you gone sakes!" the the other hobbits fell into the rooom. Two were carrying candlestick holders, and one had his fists balled up and infront of his face. This sight, was enough to make me fall on the floor laughing.
"Oh. Were you serious?" I asked once I realized all the attention had shifted to me on the floor. Aragorn just smashed his forehead into his palm. "You know, Strider, you'll get a headache from that."
"Unless you beat me to it!"
"Oh that hurt, what a jerk." but I suppose I desevered it. I bid Aragorn continue his tirade. I blocked him out for the duration of it, I knew what would be said, and found no interest in it. I tuned back in to hear the hobbit named Merry asking who I was.
"Your worst nightmare" I said standing menacingly over the hobbit in question. Aragorn shot me a look and I stopped. How was I to know the little thing would squeak like a rat and run away. " Not really, Esmeralda, Captain of the Daerochon. At you're service." I gave them a sly grin and bowed my head. Then I popped it back up and yelled Boo. Needless to say they all scattered, and Aragorn glared. If he keeps that face too long, it'll stay like that. Eventually the fat one was brave enought return closer to me.
"Are you a pirate?" asked the fat one, Sam, his name is Sam. I need to remember that before I call him something mean.
"Aye, and an elf before you ask."
"How can you be an elf but be a pirate at the same time? I though once the elves heard the call of hte sea they had to go to Valinor?" questioned Pimple, er, Pippin.
"Well, I'm an Ear'Quessir, a sea-elf. I love the ocean. So no. I don't want to sail yet. Oh you know what I mean." I sat back down in my seat watching for the Ringwraiths to come through. They nodded there heads and turned to Aragorn as he started to speak.
"If would be safer if you stayed he night in our room tonight." said Aragorn laying out blankets on the floor for the little people. Of course the little people just nodded there heads and turned towards me, it was like they had a spring in their nexks, tht never stopped going up and down.
"SLUMBER PARTY!" I yelled jumping out of my chair. I was met by confused startes from the peanut gallery and Aragorn just glared. I gave a cheeky smile and a wink and sat back down.
"What's a slumber party? asked Pimple.
"Nothing, now go to sleep" silenced the one with the girl's name. Sherry? No.
"Alright Merry." Aha. I knew that.
The hobbits had just fallen asleep when I pressed my ear against the window, perfect timing. I heard the unmistakable sound of the gate being crushed. There goes that evil gatekeeper. Not that I feel much remorse or anything. He was such a perv. Aragorn must have heard it too. He stood and walked over to where I was, we stared at eachother a minute beofre we looked back out.
The wraiths galloped into the rooms the hobbits were meant to occupy, just to find they were empty. You could tell they were furious, they were screeching something awful. I think I went deaf in my right hear just know. Damn. Just then Frodo popped up, with his hands resting in his sleeves. He looked like a monk or something. Even though this situation was dire, I still busted out laughing. There was that infamous Aragorn glare, I've recieved many of those these past few days. He should think of trademarking those. They're qutie intense. I'm sure I will still be getting them when we head out. Ah, such is life. Opps, Aragorn was talking, better listen up. I need to stop zoning out.
"They are Ringwriaths. Shadows of what they once were. They were mortal kings of old, but they were corrupted by rings of power given to them by Sauron."
"And thanks to you stupid climsiness, you have attracted them to were we are staying. Props for you hobbit." I said without turning around.
"That was an accident." protested Frodo.
"Aye, sure it was."
"Enough, we shall leave in the morning. It is best if you get a good nights sleep now. It may be the last one you have before we reach Rivendell." said Aragorn before either of us could retort.
"Party pooper."
"Esme..."
"Alright alright, Goodnight. Sheesh." with that all was silent. I sat looking out the window thinking of the upcoming journey, listening to the screams and shrieks of the Ringwraiths as they fled the town.
Author's Note: Thanks again for all the reviews! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! The next well by them travelling to Rivendell, I don't exactly how long I'm going to make that last. But oh well. Tell me what you liked, and what you would like to see in future chapters! Reviews are loved!