Here's some more of my bunny chase
Jan. 21st, 2005 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamflowerHere's a little more of my "bits and pieces".
This references a character found in one of my earlier stories "The Life of a Bard". (Thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marigoldg for *this* particular part of the bunny herd.)
It can be found here at Stories of Arda:
http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterlistview.asp?SID=2760
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“She hardly believed her fiery eyes
For though it was day to her surprise,
They all went back to bed!”
As the last notes died away the minstrel took a bow to laughter and applause. But he had hardly raised his head when he was propelled backwards by a small body slamming into him and his name called out in joy.
“Menelcar!”
“Pippin?”
The young hobbit suddenly found himself lifted up and whirled around madly. “Pippin!”
The crowd murmured excitedly at this, as Merry, Faramir and Éowyn arrived.
But suddenly the minstrel set him down and knelt before him. “I beg your pardon, Sir Peregrin, for being so familiar.”
Pippin’s face fell, and a look of distress came into his green eyes. “Menelcar, please don’t do that to me. You are supposed to be my friend!”
The minstrel smiled, though he did not rise. “Very well--Pippin.”
Pippin glanced over his friend’s shoulder. “Menelcar, you remember my cousin Merry? And this is--”
Menelcar rose with practiced grace, turned and bowed. “My Lord Steward, My Lady of Rohan, it is an honor. Sir Meriadoc, it is good to see you again.”
Merry grinned. “If he’s Pippin, I’m Merry, and you know it!” He reached over to give the man his own hug.
Faramir smiled. “Master Menelcar, I see we witness the meeting of old friends here. But it seems you have the advantage of us.” He glanced at Éowyn’s amused face.
Pippin said nothing. There was a speculative look in his eyes.
Merry said “This is Menelcar the minstrel. Pippin was once almost his apprentice.” Merry grinned in anticipation of telling the story.
But Pippin was looking at the musician with an expression of betrayal. “Menelcar--” he said quietly, “--you’ve known we were here in the City all along, haven’t you?”
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From here it's trying to go four different ways...
This references a character found in one of my earlier stories "The Life of a Bard". (Thank
marigoldg for *this* particular part of the bunny herd.) It can be found here at Stories of Arda:
http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterlistview.asp?SID=2760
********
“She hardly believed her fiery eyes
For though it was day to her surprise,
They all went back to bed!”
As the last notes died away the minstrel took a bow to laughter and applause. But he had hardly raised his head when he was propelled backwards by a small body slamming into him and his name called out in joy.
“Menelcar!”
“Pippin?”
The young hobbit suddenly found himself lifted up and whirled around madly. “Pippin!”
The crowd murmured excitedly at this, as Merry, Faramir and Éowyn arrived.
But suddenly the minstrel set him down and knelt before him. “I beg your pardon, Sir Peregrin, for being so familiar.”
Pippin’s face fell, and a look of distress came into his green eyes. “Menelcar, please don’t do that to me. You are supposed to be my friend!”
The minstrel smiled, though he did not rise. “Very well--Pippin.”
Pippin glanced over his friend’s shoulder. “Menelcar, you remember my cousin Merry? And this is--”
Menelcar rose with practiced grace, turned and bowed. “My Lord Steward, My Lady of Rohan, it is an honor. Sir Meriadoc, it is good to see you again.”
Merry grinned. “If he’s Pippin, I’m Merry, and you know it!” He reached over to give the man his own hug.
Faramir smiled. “Master Menelcar, I see we witness the meeting of old friends here. But it seems you have the advantage of us.” He glanced at Éowyn’s amused face.
Pippin said nothing. There was a speculative look in his eyes.
Merry said “This is Menelcar the minstrel. Pippin was once almost his apprentice.” Merry grinned in anticipation of telling the story.
But Pippin was looking at the musician with an expression of betrayal. “Menelcar--” he said quietly, “--you’ve known we were here in the City all along, haven’t you?”
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From here it's trying to go four different ways...
