Curiouser and curioser, Merisuwyniel thought. Whence had this strange creature come, with its incredibly tasteless colour combination and its cheap perfume? And what was the meaning of this piece of substance probably known as paper? She picked it up gingerly, wiping off the unappetizing moisture that covered it, then unfolded it and read:
A SeKREt AdMIeROR WaNTZ 2 SPEeK 2 U
MeAT MEe AT Da SHArINg HAMmOCK AT SuNSEt
Her mind reeled – secret admirer? Who could that be? How could someone have fallen for her without her being aware of it? And most of all, why did the person have such incredibly awful spelling?
Ah, she thought, it is a ruse! That must be it – a prank to put me on the wrong track! Surreptitiously, she looked around, but the others were all mixing at the Salad Bowl. Quietly she slipped away, going back to the pentflet to check if her hair and makeup were alright. Reassured that her appearance could satisfy even the most fastidious admirer, she sought out one of the ever-present handbunnies to ask the way.
“Sharing Hammock, Miss?” she giggled. “Why, that’s up Lover’s Lane; you can’t miss it when you go up the hill outside the city.”
Merisuwyniel sighed and wished that Falafel had not insisted on staying at the Salad Bowl with the other horses. Oh well, she would have to walk fast. She pulled out her pocket-watch and thought, Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!
She entered the first circle of trees just as the sun disappeared behind the hill. Ahead of her loomed a second circle of huge trees. She could barely distinguish a hammock that swung between the two largest; therein sat a figure, visible only as a black silhouette to her.
[ February 03, 2003: Message edited by: Estelyn Telcontar ]
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'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth.. .'
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