Ennea
February 22nd,2003, 09:55 PM
Okay, I said short, but I really mean short. It probably won't be too good, but I'd like to try it.
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There the little Hobbit stood. He could oversee everything on the top of the white city. He sighted, and let the wind blow through his curly hairs. He tried to think of everything that happend since.... since he left the Shire. How long was it ago? A few months? Probably. He remembered the Elves that he, Frodo and Sam met on their way to Frodo's new house. And with that, he remembered the biggest mistake he ever made. Or was it the best thing he'd ever done? He couldn't tell. He also couldn't see why he went on the journey. But he could remember what happpend. And how it changed him.
Like the Old Forrest. From the second he stepped in there, he knew he made a mistake. The Hobbit had be so scared, that it was hardly possible for him to breathe. He kept on looking over his shoulder, shivering all the time.
And then, he met Tom Bombadil, and he felt far more strength in him again. And the strength stayed with him for some days, and it was the reason that he trusted Strider faster then Frodo, Sam and Merry did. And he had more hope that they would come to Rivendell unharmed then the others. He only couldn't show it. He just couldn't . He still didn't know why. But, how much hope he had, Frodo got hurt by a Morgul Blade. Still, the young Hobbit believed that Frodo would have strength to get to Elrond's house. And Frodo had got there, and got well again, and he danced and sung and smiled and laughed like he did in Hobbiton. And for one minute, the Hobbit thought that their queste would be ended. But no.... He ruined it for himself once again.
He went further with a Fellowship, trying to reach the Mountain of Fire before it was too late. And Elrond's and Gandalf's words didn't matter, because how dangerous it would be, he would go with them. Al the way South. The first few weeks were going good, even better then they expeced. They didn't see any of the enemy's spys, even Legolas didn't see a thing. And that says a lot!
Anyways. Then, troubles came. Gandalf and Aragorn decided to take the Pass of Caradhas. For the Hobbit and his Halfling-friends, it almost got to a fight of life and death. A snowstrom came. The wind felt like the breath of the coldest ice, and the snow that it carried, made it impossible for him to see anything. He thought he knew what cold was, but he didn't. Not until those days, on Caradhas. He thought he knew the winter, and the snow, and the cold winds that blew. Boromir had to keep the Hobbit and Merry close to him, and still his friends where praying that the cold wouldn't kill him.
He shivered, though the sun was warm in Gondor. He closed his eyes, as he got back to his adventures.
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I know, it's not very good :grin: . I try to give you some better writing with my next post.
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There the little Hobbit stood. He could oversee everything on the top of the white city. He sighted, and let the wind blow through his curly hairs. He tried to think of everything that happend since.... since he left the Shire. How long was it ago? A few months? Probably. He remembered the Elves that he, Frodo and Sam met on their way to Frodo's new house. And with that, he remembered the biggest mistake he ever made. Or was it the best thing he'd ever done? He couldn't tell. He also couldn't see why he went on the journey. But he could remember what happpend. And how it changed him.
Like the Old Forrest. From the second he stepped in there, he knew he made a mistake. The Hobbit had be so scared, that it was hardly possible for him to breathe. He kept on looking over his shoulder, shivering all the time.
And then, he met Tom Bombadil, and he felt far more strength in him again. And the strength stayed with him for some days, and it was the reason that he trusted Strider faster then Frodo, Sam and Merry did. And he had more hope that they would come to Rivendell unharmed then the others. He only couldn't show it. He just couldn't . He still didn't know why. But, how much hope he had, Frodo got hurt by a Morgul Blade. Still, the young Hobbit believed that Frodo would have strength to get to Elrond's house. And Frodo had got there, and got well again, and he danced and sung and smiled and laughed like he did in Hobbiton. And for one minute, the Hobbit thought that their queste would be ended. But no.... He ruined it for himself once again.
He went further with a Fellowship, trying to reach the Mountain of Fire before it was too late. And Elrond's and Gandalf's words didn't matter, because how dangerous it would be, he would go with them. Al the way South. The first few weeks were going good, even better then they expeced. They didn't see any of the enemy's spys, even Legolas didn't see a thing. And that says a lot!
Anyways. Then, troubles came. Gandalf and Aragorn decided to take the Pass of Caradhas. For the Hobbit and his Halfling-friends, it almost got to a fight of life and death. A snowstrom came. The wind felt like the breath of the coldest ice, and the snow that it carried, made it impossible for him to see anything. He thought he knew what cold was, but he didn't. Not until those days, on Caradhas. He thought he knew the winter, and the snow, and the cold winds that blew. Boromir had to keep the Hobbit and Merry close to him, and still his friends where praying that the cold wouldn't kill him.
He shivered, though the sun was warm in Gondor. He closed his eyes, as he got back to his adventures.
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I know, it's not very good :grin: . I try to give you some better writing with my next post.