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Merri · 01-17-2003, 04:22 PM

Elanor read her invitation and grinned. In a flash, she was out of Bag End and on the long, windy road, humming a verse of her own making:

At five the sun sets,
Come autumn my dreams arise
Whither shall I go?
To Rivendell? Lothlorien? or Mordor?
I will go there
and back again

The last lines she had borrowed from Mr. Bilbo, but that was because she liked them so much. Suddenly, she caught sight of a figure making its way towards her. Frodo! She tried to dodge behind a tree, but- too late! He'd seen her.

"Elanor!" He called, waving his hand cheerfully. The two walked along a little ways together. He showed every sign of wanting to spend more time in her company, and of not letting her go any time soon.

"I'm sorry," She said. "I have to go- um- urgent business." She stumbled over the words urgent business.

"What sort of urgent business?" He inquired, a strange smile playing about his lips.

"It's a secret," She managed a grin. He then continued to ask her what she held in her hands, and in a choked-up sort of voice she replied that it was a birthday invitation.

She got away as quickly as she could and carried out her duty.

[ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ]

01-17-2003, 04:22 PM	#74
Merri Wight Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Shire Posts: 221	Elanor read her invitation and grinned. In a flash, she was out of Bag End and on the long, windy road, humming a verse of her own making: At five the sun sets, Come autumn my dreams arise Whither shall I go? To Rivendell? Lothlorien? or Mordor? I will go there and back again The last lines she had borrowed from Mr. Bilbo, but that was because she liked them so much. Suddenly, she caught sight of a figure making its way towards her. Frodo! She tried to dodge behind a tree, but- too late! He'd seen her. "Elanor!" He called, waving his hand cheerfully. The two walked along a little ways together. He showed every sign of wanting to spend more time in her company, and of not letting her go any time soon. "I'm sorry," She said. "I have to go- um- urgent business." She stumbled over the words urgent business. "What sort of urgent business?" He inquired, a strange smile playing about his lips. "It's a secret," She managed a grin. He then continued to ask her what she held in her hands, and in a choked-up sort of voice she replied that it was a birthday invitation. She got away as quickly as she could and carried out her duty. [ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ] __________________ Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon. -Children of the Mind, by Orson Scott Card.