In the Shadow of the Star: Part 1

[Carrûn]

Frodo was sitting next to his favorite window; one with bright green trim that looked out towards the West. He was lazily alternating between daydreaming and dozing in the sunlight. Bright rays glinted off of shining swords as the two armies raced down opposite ends of the valley towards each other.

He laughed, chiding himself, and attempted to re-focus his attention on the papers before him. His father was a good teacher, but a gardener at heart. Frodo had a deeper desire to learn more about the scripts and tounges of Middle-Earth. He sighed. He mulled a few phrases of basic Elvish that Sam had imparted to him over in his head. His brother Pippin's head poked in through the window. "Come on! Old Bowser taking a nap!" Grinning, Frodo crawled out of the window. Creeping over towards the old dog they began tossing a few small rocks towards him, then running behind a small stump to hide. He heard one of his sisters shout from the other side and grabbed his brother's hand. "Let's go Pip - game's up!" Rushing back through the window he set himself down again and attempted to look like he had been reading all along.

His false appearence was inturupped by the sharp, knife-like tone of a very upset mother - his mother. 'BOYS! Come here right now! Who's been in the muffins?' Stumbling over himself, he rushed to the kitchen to find two of his brothers already lined up looking as innocent as possible. Scrambling in to place he added a few words of his own for communal defense: 'Mama, we didn't even know you made them!' She was not convinced. 'Muffins don't walk away, Frodo. Now who ate it?'

Frodo didn't seem to hear her. He was staring past his mother with his mouth gaping.

‘I am afraid you have the wrong culprits this time, Miz Rose.’

There in the doorway stood what the young hobbit lad assumed was an elf. She was holding a glass of milk but all the boy noticed were the various knives she was carrying. He felt like he should say something and attempted to work his tounge to form some sort of greeting but found himself unnable to do so. Finally noticing that his lower jaw was nearing his chest he closed his mouth with a snap. The elf winked and Frodo relaxed, but his amazement did not lessen.

[ February 18, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]