Well, it has been a few days since someone last wrote, so I’ll just mention briefly what happened after Miss Ella fell out of the tree.
Needless to say, we were all rather startled when she came crashing down on us un-expected. She jumped up right away, flushed, and apologizing for ‘dropping in’.
Elrohir stepped forward, and the elf maid’s eyes darted to him. “Ella? What are you doing here?” he asked. “I thought you were safe back in Rivendell.”
“Elrohir! Please do not be angry with me!” she begged. “Can I please come with you? Where are you going?”
Elrohir laughed. “Yes, you may come with, if it means you will stop climbing trees and falling out of them!”
So that is how we acquired our latest companion on this journey we’re all making. So, as I reckon it, there are now eight of us officially in the Fellowship: Lady Elena, Lady Rosriel, Miss Lira, Miss Vila, Elanor, Miss Ella, Miss Raewyn, and myself. Then we have five companions, Aldarion, Anarion, Elladan, Elrohir, and the dwarf Dior. Speaking of him…
As we walked along today, I recalled the soup pot and stew that had gone missing a ways back in the road. Meaning to ask our dwarf companion about it, I excused myself from Elanor’s company and strode as fast as my hobbit legs would carry me to catch up with him. He was up ahead, conversing with Lady Rosriel. When I got closer, I overheard their conversation.
“Ah! From Mirkwood are you?” I heard Dior say. “Yes, you would be one of the folk that held Thorin and company captive on their journey to the Lonely Mountain.”
She gasped. “What do you mean, ‘held them captive’?”
He laughed, sounding slightly sarcastic. “After they ‘molested’ your folk in the forest, you locked them up in a dungeon, little food and water.”
“I will have you know, dwarf,” Rosriel retorted, “that we treat our captives very civilly.”
“Ah! So you admit to captives!”
“I said captives in general! Not the dwarfs!”
“But they were captive.”
By this time, I had caught up and was walking even with them. I could see that Rosriel was getting a bit red in the face, which if you know her well enough is a sure sign she’s mad. Dior look mad as well, but when I looked closely, I could see a hint of a smile and a gleam in his eyes that told me sure enough that he was teasing her and trying to make her mad. Shaking my head, I continued listening.
“I was only 53 years old then! Hardly involved!” She exclaimed.
"53? Oh how young!" Dior said, somewhat mockingly. "I notice you say hardly. Not 'completely uninvolved."
Rosriel bristled visibly, and was on the point of replying, when I thought it was best to break in. "And so begins another friendship between an elf and a dwarf, one to rival even that of Legolas and Gimli." I commented. "Lady Rosriel, if you wouldn't mind, I had a question to ask your friend here. Why don't you walk with Aldarion? He looks lonely." She seemed only too happy to leave and did so immediately. I shook my head wearily at Dior. "You were aggravating her a purpose weren't you? I thought I heard somewheres that you came to offer friendship to the elves."
Ignoring the question, Dior laughed. "Playing the matchmaker are we? " I must have had a blank look on my face, so he asked, "There was something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes I did." I replied, laying the former matter aside. "You see, there was a pot of stew I made a while back that went missing..."
--- Master Samdo, 27 miles
4 comments:
I'm curious as to why Elrohir thought I was in Gondor, as I had been in Rivendell when he left.
Thank you, all of you, for being so welcoming to me. I feel a part of your fellowship already, and it has only been a few days. I have never felt this well-received before.
OH, you were? I wasn't sure, so I'll change it! Thanks for the update!
There! I fixed it!
Thanks! :)
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