:: ooc - Yes, let's do the ship adventure! It will be interesting to see how this elf responds to a trip overseas! We can always save the Red Book and the Last Lonely Palantěr for another time. After all, as you said, we're all dead, so we should have plenty of time!!
FRODO - No, I don't mind you leaning on me; I spend most of my day at work with someone leaning on me!::
Pio wondered at how insubstantial Frodo had grown. His leaning on her was no more than the weight of a feather on her arm.
She looked toward the place from where Sam's cry had come, and could just see Rose fall onto the deck of a boat which was slowly slipping its moorings.
Easing Frodo back into his chair, she ran like the West wind toward the ship and managed to grab the rope end and secure it. The ship had drifted into the swifter current of the river, and the length of rope was pulled taut - a distance too far for Rose to jump back to shore. 'Not that the little scamp seems in a hurry to do so!', thought the elf.
Pio jumped up on the taut rope and made her way to the deck of the ship. 'What's this?', she said, surprised. Rose was lying on the deck, fast asleep and no amount of gentle prodding or calling to her would wake her. 'What strange magic do we have here?' she said, yawning; feeling her limbs get very heavy, and her eyes begin to close.
She struggled to wave for help to the others on the shore, but her last glimpse of them was the same sort of drowsy spiral down to sleep that she was making . . .
The mooring line held; the ship rocked gently in the current, lulling her cargo into deeper slumber and dreams . . .
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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