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Merri · 01-14-2003, 08:12 PM

Elanor bumped into a dark shape on her way down the road, and only barely managed to keep herself from crying out loud in alarm.

"Sam!" She whispered. "It's Elanor- I had the worst time getting rid of Frodo."

The worst time . . . this was a downright lie. It wasn't the worst time, she just didn't want to get rid of him. Well, Elanor Greenthumb, it's time for you to get down to business.

"You don't think we could have chosen a little more cheerful place to gather than the cemetery?" She wondered aloud. Deep in her heart she still feared the cemetery. She recalled one day when she was a wee hobbit child, she had asked so many questions that her brothers had tried to get rid of her by leaving her in the cemetery after dark. Apparently, they had hoped that some ghosts would come and carry her away with them. All that they had accomplished was establishing a deep fear in Elanor of all graveyards.

A breeze gently touched her face. She hugged herself, hoping that nobody would be able to tell how frightened she was. Nonsense, Elanor! You're doing this for Frodo, and didn't you promise Uncle Bilbo once, long ago, that you'd do anything to make Frodo happy? She reminded herself, and stood straighter.

[ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ]

01-14-2003, 08:12 PM	#54
Merri Wight Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Shire Posts: 221	Elanor bumped into a dark shape on her way down the road, and only barely managed to keep herself from crying out loud in alarm. "Sam!" She whispered. "It's Elanor- I had the worst time getting rid of Frodo." The worst time . . . this was a downright lie. It wasn't the worst time, she just didn't want to get rid of him. Well, Elanor Greenthumb, it's time for you to get down to business. "You don't think we could have chosen a little more cheerful place to gather than the cemetery?" She wondered aloud. Deep in her heart she still feared the cemetery. She recalled one day when she was a wee hobbit child, she had asked so many questions that her brothers had tried to get rid of her by leaving her in the cemetery after dark. Apparently, they had hoped that some ghosts would come and carry her away with them. All that they had accomplished was establishing a deep fear in Elanor of all graveyards. A breeze gently touched her face. She hugged herself, hoping that nobody would be able to tell how frightened she was. Nonsense, Elanor! You're doing this for Frodo, and didn't you promise Uncle Bilbo once, long ago, that you'd do anything to make Frodo happy? She reminded herself, and stood straighter. [ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ] __________________ Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon. -Children of the Mind, by Orson Scott Card.