More "Chance Encounter", part 10
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dreamflowerWell, I've been busily jotting away in the little notebook, and DH didn't take his computer with him today as he'd originally planned. (Apparently my puppy face when he told me he was taking it made him change his mind. I *didn't mean to*...honest, I didn't!)
CHANCE ENCOUNTER, PART 10
The five of them left, after Faramir firmly pressed payment on the reluctant innkeeper. He did not ask him to forego speaking of their presence. It would have been in vain anyway.
He had spoken to the King about the notoriety surrounding the hobbits. Aragorn, however, seemed to see the people of Gondor’s reactions as simple gratitude for what the four of them had accomplished, and for the most part , that was correct. But there were more than a handful who had baser motives. Still, it did not look as though Menelcar were one of those. Pippin did, indeed, know him from before the hobbits left the Shire.
He and Éowyn were walking side by side, the backs of their hands barely touching. Glancing at her thoughtful face, he said “My lady, you are very quiet.”
She sent a smile in his direction. “The minstrel. He seems a bit familiar to me.”
Faramir’s eyebrows arched. That was the last thing he had expected her to say. At his curious look, she shook her head. “No, I do not recall, but I will.”
More intrigued than before, he glanced ahead at the minstrel and the two hobbits walking in front of them and talking animatedly.
Merry and Pippin, meanwhile, were filling Menelcar in on the Quest from a hobbit’s point of view. Menelcar had laughed at their account of the storming of Isengard. “I find your account easier to believe than what I had previously heard. You realize that one of the songs says that two small wizards cast a spell, causing a huge forest to grow up overnight and overwhelm Saruman’s tower, and then cast another spell that turned him into a tree himself?”
Pippin burst out into a guffaw, and Merry rolled his eyes.
“And then there are a number of songs going on about the Ernil i Pheriannath. Did you hear the one about how the prince of halflings lit the beacon?”
Now it was Merry’s turn to guffaw at the expression on his cousin’s face.
“Thunder!” Pippin swore, and then clapped a hand on his mouth and cast a guilty glance behind them. “People don’t really *believe* that, do they? I mean, the beacons were lit long before Gandalf and I even entered the City!”
Menelcar laughed and shrugged. “People will believe whatever makes a good story, Pippin! You know as well as I do that the most entertaining songs are not always the most truthful ones.”
Merry nodded. “Even old Cousin Bilbo admitted that he dressed up his stories so they were funnier, and not so scary to tell the children.”
Pippin stopped and stared at Merry. “Cousin Bilbo? But--” he shook his head in denial, yet he had to admit to himself that he had already realized his oldest cousin’s adventure must not have been so tame as he had always made it sound.
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In other news, they called yesterday to say parts have been ordered for *my* computer, and they will call back in another two or three days when they come in...*sigh*
CHANCE ENCOUNTER, PART 10
The five of them left, after Faramir firmly pressed payment on the reluctant innkeeper. He did not ask him to forego speaking of their presence. It would have been in vain anyway.
He had spoken to the King about the notoriety surrounding the hobbits. Aragorn, however, seemed to see the people of Gondor’s reactions as simple gratitude for what the four of them had accomplished, and for the most part , that was correct. But there were more than a handful who had baser motives. Still, it did not look as though Menelcar were one of those. Pippin did, indeed, know him from before the hobbits left the Shire.
He and Éowyn were walking side by side, the backs of their hands barely touching. Glancing at her thoughtful face, he said “My lady, you are very quiet.”
She sent a smile in his direction. “The minstrel. He seems a bit familiar to me.”
Faramir’s eyebrows arched. That was the last thing he had expected her to say. At his curious look, she shook her head. “No, I do not recall, but I will.”
More intrigued than before, he glanced ahead at the minstrel and the two hobbits walking in front of them and talking animatedly.
Merry and Pippin, meanwhile, were filling Menelcar in on the Quest from a hobbit’s point of view. Menelcar had laughed at their account of the storming of Isengard. “I find your account easier to believe than what I had previously heard. You realize that one of the songs says that two small wizards cast a spell, causing a huge forest to grow up overnight and overwhelm Saruman’s tower, and then cast another spell that turned him into a tree himself?”
Pippin burst out into a guffaw, and Merry rolled his eyes.
“And then there are a number of songs going on about the Ernil i Pheriannath. Did you hear the one about how the prince of halflings lit the beacon?”
Now it was Merry’s turn to guffaw at the expression on his cousin’s face.
“Thunder!” Pippin swore, and then clapped a hand on his mouth and cast a guilty glance behind them. “People don’t really *believe* that, do they? I mean, the beacons were lit long before Gandalf and I even entered the City!”
Menelcar laughed and shrugged. “People will believe whatever makes a good story, Pippin! You know as well as I do that the most entertaining songs are not always the most truthful ones.”
Merry nodded. “Even old Cousin Bilbo admitted that he dressed up his stories so they were funnier, and not so scary to tell the children.”
Pippin stopped and stared at Merry. “Cousin Bilbo? But--” he shook his head in denial, yet he had to admit to himself that he had already realized his oldest cousin’s adventure must not have been so tame as he had always made it sound.
****
In other news, they called yesterday to say parts have been ordered for *my* computer, and they will call back in another two or three days when they come in...*sigh*
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Date: 2005-02-01 06:11 pm (UTC)Heehee. I like that one :D
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Date: 2005-02-01 06:18 pm (UTC)Do you mean that's a story? Surely no-one would make that up for dramatic effect. Would they?
I'm glad Faramir's suspicions seem to be allayed a bit - though I'm longing to know how Eowyn knows him.
And poor Pippin. Even though he knows now that adventures aren't all they're cracked up to be, he's still reluctant to recognise the embroidery that made Bilbo's stories more user-friendly.
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Date: 2005-02-01 06:25 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-02-01 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-02 12:17 am (UTC)You mean he didn't?? But wait, that's right. I saw the movies first... ;-)
I can't wait to find out how Eowyn knows him. *feeds the Eowyn rabbit more carrots* ;-)
hope everything goes well for you computer!
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Date: 2005-02-02 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 01:54 am (UTC)I will be so glad to get mine back to work. I just cannot get used to this itty-bitty keyboard, and I keep hitting the wrong keys.
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Date: 2005-02-02 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
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