A/n: thanks for those reviews!!!! Please, keep them up! I'll try to post
at like 6 or 7 on Wednesdays, or Thursdays. On to the story!
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You pretend to sleep when your mom comes to check on you, just as she usually does. You have pretended to sleep before; so you could go and meet Pippin when you were grounded, or just to have a date with him, all secretive. This time, though, you have different plans.
Under your bed, you have a small bag packed. You know what route you will take to leave Hobbiton; no one else knows about it. After the check, you hear your mother settle into her bed, and wait a few minutes. Silent as a mouse, you grab the hidden bag, sneak down the dark hallway, and go out the back door.
After creeping a few feet, you run as fast as your hobbit legs will allow, trying to put as much distance between you and your home as possible. The Shire looks different at night, almost threatening. After running about 40 yards, you stop for a breath of air. You figure that this is pretty good for now, and you shouldn't waste your strength, as you will need it on your journey.
Since the roads of the Shire are like the palm of your hand to you, you get to the desired hill in about an hour, pretty fast considering how large the Shire is. You run up the hill, the place you wanted to stop for a moment's rest, until daybreak. It was on the edge of the Shire, facing the Brandywine River, about five to ten miles away from the Old Forest.
Because you want to get up there as fast as possible, you run again. You round the familiar bend in the path, and find yourself on the top of the hill. The sight of the Brandywine River is beautiful, especially at this time, daybreak. Without realizing it, you walk forward, and trip. Hard.
"What the.." You hear, and you look under you.
"Frodo?" You gulp, "What are you doing here?"
Frodo looks you up and down; examining the layers of clothes you are wearing, the bag you have slung over your shoulder. His eyebrow rises. "I think the real question is what are YOU doing here. And the bag is for.."
Your mind searches frantically for an answer, and you think to yourself the possible ways to get out of this situation you have landed in. You can't possibly tell him the truth, that would be.. insane! "Um.. I'm going on a.. vacation?"
"I have known you long enough that I know you are certainly lying. Eira, either tell me the truth, or I will have to ask the truth from your mother. Or we could waste time standing here playing word games, wasting time."
This is it. There is nothing you could do to get out of the stupid situation that you have gotten involved in. "Fine," you huff. "I'll tell you. But you cannot the do the following things, a) laugh, b) make fun, c) tell ANYONE, or d) sulk off and ignore me because you are angry at me for something that I have done, just like you did LAST time we met like this." You explain to him your idea of going to Rivendell yourself, and not waiting for Pippin. After a few moments of silence, Frodo responds to you.
"Well, since I can't laugh, I guess I can only do one thing that isn't on your list. Go with you."
Your mouth hangs open. "No. No no nonononono!! You are NOT going with me.. I can do this all by myself, I know the way."
Frodo looks skeptically at you. "Uhuh. And you've been to Rivendell just HOW many times?"
"..None"
"Just by your answer I have decided to go with you. Besides, it will be lonely without company. And Pippin will thank me for not letting you get killed, as you probably would, going out there by yourself. Of all your stupid ideas in the past this is by far the worst."
"Fine. I guess you aren't going to back down, so may as well."
Stupid Frodo. Always interrupting your perfect plans. Who did he think he was, inviting himself on YOUR journey? All the same, it would be nice to have someone to talk to on the long journey. You sigh, and follow him. This was going to be one long trip.
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A/n: do ya like? If so. REVIEW! Oh, and what do you think will happen, jus you, Frodo, and the long road ahead of you. Hee hee!!!
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You pretend to sleep when your mom comes to check on you, just as she usually does. You have pretended to sleep before; so you could go and meet Pippin when you were grounded, or just to have a date with him, all secretive. This time, though, you have different plans.
Under your bed, you have a small bag packed. You know what route you will take to leave Hobbiton; no one else knows about it. After the check, you hear your mother settle into her bed, and wait a few minutes. Silent as a mouse, you grab the hidden bag, sneak down the dark hallway, and go out the back door.
After creeping a few feet, you run as fast as your hobbit legs will allow, trying to put as much distance between you and your home as possible. The Shire looks different at night, almost threatening. After running about 40 yards, you stop for a breath of air. You figure that this is pretty good for now, and you shouldn't waste your strength, as you will need it on your journey.
Since the roads of the Shire are like the palm of your hand to you, you get to the desired hill in about an hour, pretty fast considering how large the Shire is. You run up the hill, the place you wanted to stop for a moment's rest, until daybreak. It was on the edge of the Shire, facing the Brandywine River, about five to ten miles away from the Old Forest.
Because you want to get up there as fast as possible, you run again. You round the familiar bend in the path, and find yourself on the top of the hill. The sight of the Brandywine River is beautiful, especially at this time, daybreak. Without realizing it, you walk forward, and trip. Hard.
"What the.." You hear, and you look under you.
"Frodo?" You gulp, "What are you doing here?"
Frodo looks you up and down; examining the layers of clothes you are wearing, the bag you have slung over your shoulder. His eyebrow rises. "I think the real question is what are YOU doing here. And the bag is for.."
Your mind searches frantically for an answer, and you think to yourself the possible ways to get out of this situation you have landed in. You can't possibly tell him the truth, that would be.. insane! "Um.. I'm going on a.. vacation?"
"I have known you long enough that I know you are certainly lying. Eira, either tell me the truth, or I will have to ask the truth from your mother. Or we could waste time standing here playing word games, wasting time."
This is it. There is nothing you could do to get out of the stupid situation that you have gotten involved in. "Fine," you huff. "I'll tell you. But you cannot the do the following things, a) laugh, b) make fun, c) tell ANYONE, or d) sulk off and ignore me because you are angry at me for something that I have done, just like you did LAST time we met like this." You explain to him your idea of going to Rivendell yourself, and not waiting for Pippin. After a few moments of silence, Frodo responds to you.
"Well, since I can't laugh, I guess I can only do one thing that isn't on your list. Go with you."
Your mouth hangs open. "No. No no nonononono!! You are NOT going with me.. I can do this all by myself, I know the way."
Frodo looks skeptically at you. "Uhuh. And you've been to Rivendell just HOW many times?"
"..None"
"Just by your answer I have decided to go with you. Besides, it will be lonely without company. And Pippin will thank me for not letting you get killed, as you probably would, going out there by yourself. Of all your stupid ideas in the past this is by far the worst."
"Fine. I guess you aren't going to back down, so may as well."
Stupid Frodo. Always interrupting your perfect plans. Who did he think he was, inviting himself on YOUR journey? All the same, it would be nice to have someone to talk to on the long journey. You sigh, and follow him. This was going to be one long trip.
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A/n: do ya like? If so. REVIEW! Oh, and what do you think will happen, jus you, Frodo, and the long road ahead of you. Hee hee!!!