Part 14, Chance Encounter
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dreamflowerWell, after a few days of work and other projects, the bunny is hopping again...
PART 14
“So,” said Merry, looking at Frodo, “you’ve see this house we’re to move into?”
“Yes, I have,” answered Frodo. “We will still be able to share a chamber, which is on the ground floor of the house.”
Merry and Pippin exchanged a look of relief. The hobbits still suffered badly from night terrors. When they had been, at first, assigned separate chambers in the Citadel--something Men thought of as an honor--the problem had become much worse. Now the four of them shared a chamber, and it did help some. And when one of them did wake up, crying out and trembling, the others were there to offer comfort.
“Sounds lovely,” said Pippin. “When do we move?”
“Perhaps as soon as tomorrow,” Frodo answered, “so we definitely will be able to hold the party there. Menelcar, you will come, won’t you?”
“Of course I will, if you want me--”
Just then there came a loud rap on the half-open door of the chamber. All eyes turned to see Legolas and Gimli standing there.
“Legolas!” cried Pippin, “Did you get it?”
The Elf smiled wordlessly, and held forth a small bundle, and taking Pippin’s enthusiasm as an invitation, he and Gimli entered the room, giving the strange Man an inquiring look. Frodo stood up instantly to make introductions.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Menelcar. I have heard of you from Pippin,” said Legolas.
“Menelcar--Menelcar?” Gimli drew his brows together in concentration. “Were you not at the Lonely Mountain a few years back.”
“Indeed I was, Master Gimli. I spent several weeks there. It was then I first heard of Bilbo the Burglar, and it was the tales and songs I heard there which sent me in search of the Shire.”
Pippin, meanwhile, had pulled the cloth wrapping away from the bundle Legolas had brought, and taken out the small fiddle and bow which it had been concealing. “Oh, thank you, Legolas. It’s splendid to have a fiddle again!”
“I am afraid it is not of the best quality, Pippin,” the Elf apologized.
“Oh,” said Pippin breezily, “I didn’t expect it would be, if you could even find one, as I knew it would just be a practice instrument for a child. But I should have no trouble playing it.” He drew the bow experimentally across the strings, and everyone in the room winced at how badly out of tune it was.
“Well, I’ll have a bit of work to tune it, but I should be able to play for Sam’s party.”
There was another rap on the door, which Frodo had closed after Legolas and Gimli had entered. He went to open it, and found one of the servants there.
The servant bowed profoundly. “Ringbearer, the guard at the side door said you wished to be alerted when Lord Mithrandir and Lord Samwise returned.”
“Yes, yes, thank you!” said Frodo. He shut the door and turned to his fellow conspirators. “Sam’s on the way back right now.”
PART 14
“So,” said Merry, looking at Frodo, “you’ve see this house we’re to move into?”
“Yes, I have,” answered Frodo. “We will still be able to share a chamber, which is on the ground floor of the house.”
Merry and Pippin exchanged a look of relief. The hobbits still suffered badly from night terrors. When they had been, at first, assigned separate chambers in the Citadel--something Men thought of as an honor--the problem had become much worse. Now the four of them shared a chamber, and it did help some. And when one of them did wake up, crying out and trembling, the others were there to offer comfort.
“Sounds lovely,” said Pippin. “When do we move?”
“Perhaps as soon as tomorrow,” Frodo answered, “so we definitely will be able to hold the party there. Menelcar, you will come, won’t you?”
“Of course I will, if you want me--”
Just then there came a loud rap on the half-open door of the chamber. All eyes turned to see Legolas and Gimli standing there.
“Legolas!” cried Pippin, “Did you get it?”
The Elf smiled wordlessly, and held forth a small bundle, and taking Pippin’s enthusiasm as an invitation, he and Gimli entered the room, giving the strange Man an inquiring look. Frodo stood up instantly to make introductions.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Menelcar. I have heard of you from Pippin,” said Legolas.
“Menelcar--Menelcar?” Gimli drew his brows together in concentration. “Were you not at the Lonely Mountain a few years back.”
“Indeed I was, Master Gimli. I spent several weeks there. It was then I first heard of Bilbo the Burglar, and it was the tales and songs I heard there which sent me in search of the Shire.”
Pippin, meanwhile, had pulled the cloth wrapping away from the bundle Legolas had brought, and taken out the small fiddle and bow which it had been concealing. “Oh, thank you, Legolas. It’s splendid to have a fiddle again!”
“I am afraid it is not of the best quality, Pippin,” the Elf apologized.
“Oh,” said Pippin breezily, “I didn’t expect it would be, if you could even find one, as I knew it would just be a practice instrument for a child. But I should have no trouble playing it.” He drew the bow experimentally across the strings, and everyone in the room winced at how badly out of tune it was.
“Well, I’ll have a bit of work to tune it, but I should be able to play for Sam’s party.”
There was another rap on the door, which Frodo had closed after Legolas and Gimli had entered. He went to open it, and found one of the servants there.
The servant bowed profoundly. “Ringbearer, the guard at the side door said you wished to be alerted when Lord Mithrandir and Lord Samwise returned.”
“Yes, yes, thank you!” said Frodo. He shut the door and turned to his fellow conspirators. “Sam’s on the way back right now.”