Part 21, "Chance Encounter"
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dreamflowerWell, finally back to the hobbits, after all this time...
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PART 21
As Sam approached the chamber where the hobbits stayed, he could have sworn he heard the sound of a harp. That was mighty strange, that was. The door stood open--he did hear a harp!
Puzzled, he stopped in the doorway before entering. It looked like everyone except Gandalf and the King were in there, as well as someone who *was* playing a harp-- “Well!” he exclaimed “as I live and breathe, if it isn’t Mr. Menelcar!”
Frodo pretended to be surprised as he looked up. “Sam! Come in! Look who Pippin found in the City!”
As Sam entered the room, the Man rose and bowed. “Master Samwise. It is good to see you again.”
“Well, it is right good to see you again, too, Mr. Menelcar!” He looked at Frodo. “Wherever did you find him, Mr. Frodo?”
“It wasn’t I who found him, Sam. Of course it was Pippin.”
“Mr. Pippin! I should’ve known!”
The chamber was quite crowded now, with all four hobbits, Elf, Dwarf and Man, but everyone had found a space to be seated, Menelcar and Legolas on the floor, the others either on one of the beds or chairs.
“Well, Sam, what do you think of our house?” asked Frodo, just a bit anxious, for he really liked the idea of moving into the guesthouse.
“Mr. Frodo, it’s right nice. I should think it’d be suitable for all of us.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame poor Mr. Strider is still going to be stuck up off here.” Merry and Pippin nodded their agreement, but Legolas had to put a hand to his mouth to stifle a grin. He was amused at the way they thought of the splendid Citadel, of which Men were so proud, and decided he would be teasing Aragorn about this later.
“So,” said Merry, “when do we move in?”
Frodo sat forward. “If everyone is happy about it, I do not see why we could not move down there as soon as tomorrow.”
“No reason at all,” said another voice, from the open doorway.
“Gandalf! Do come in!”
“No, I thank you, Frodo. It looks as though the room is quite full enough without my presence. However, I am to convey to you Aragorn’s wish that we all dine with him this evening. He also would request that one Master Menelcar would perform for him this evening at the meal. He is eager to hear the minstrel of whom we have heard so much!”
Menelcar’s eyes widened. Gulping down his shock at being asked to sing for the High King, he answered in his best professional tones, “I will be glad to sing for so august a Company.”
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PART 21
As Sam approached the chamber where the hobbits stayed, he could have sworn he heard the sound of a harp. That was mighty strange, that was. The door stood open--he did hear a harp!
Puzzled, he stopped in the doorway before entering. It looked like everyone except Gandalf and the King were in there, as well as someone who *was* playing a harp-- “Well!” he exclaimed “as I live and breathe, if it isn’t Mr. Menelcar!”
Frodo pretended to be surprised as he looked up. “Sam! Come in! Look who Pippin found in the City!”
As Sam entered the room, the Man rose and bowed. “Master Samwise. It is good to see you again.”
“Well, it is right good to see you again, too, Mr. Menelcar!” He looked at Frodo. “Wherever did you find him, Mr. Frodo?”
“It wasn’t I who found him, Sam. Of course it was Pippin.”
“Mr. Pippin! I should’ve known!”
The chamber was quite crowded now, with all four hobbits, Elf, Dwarf and Man, but everyone had found a space to be seated, Menelcar and Legolas on the floor, the others either on one of the beds or chairs.
“Well, Sam, what do you think of our house?” asked Frodo, just a bit anxious, for he really liked the idea of moving into the guesthouse.
“Mr. Frodo, it’s right nice. I should think it’d be suitable for all of us.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame poor Mr. Strider is still going to be stuck up off here.” Merry and Pippin nodded their agreement, but Legolas had to put a hand to his mouth to stifle a grin. He was amused at the way they thought of the splendid Citadel, of which Men were so proud, and decided he would be teasing Aragorn about this later.
“So,” said Merry, “when do we move in?”
Frodo sat forward. “If everyone is happy about it, I do not see why we could not move down there as soon as tomorrow.”
“No reason at all,” said another voice, from the open doorway.
“Gandalf! Do come in!”
“No, I thank you, Frodo. It looks as though the room is quite full enough without my presence. However, I am to convey to you Aragorn’s wish that we all dine with him this evening. He also would request that one Master Menelcar would perform for him this evening at the meal. He is eager to hear the minstrel of whom we have heard so much!”
Menelcar’s eyes widened. Gulping down his shock at being asked to sing for the High King, he answered in his best professional tones, “I will be glad to sing for so august a Company.”
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Date: 2005-02-27 09:24 pm (UTC)Perfection! Sam is feeling so sorry for poor Aragorn!
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Date: 2005-02-27 09:45 pm (UTC)as I live and breathe! My grandma is a fan of QVC (a lot of the time she leaves it on for company) and her favorite host uses that expression all the time! I got suck a kick out of seeing it here :)
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Date: 2005-02-27 09:47 pm (UTC)For while I know that all the Big Folk feel very protective towards the hobbits, the thing is, the hobbits feel a bit protective to *them* as well.
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Date: 2005-02-28 01:55 pm (UTC)LOL! I'm still plugging away on this bunny chase, really. More soon.
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