Post by Fredeghar Wayfarer on Feb 9, 2005 0:15:16 GMT -6
(Hi folks! Sorry I missed part two of the tour. Completely slipped my mind. Our hosts suggested that I write my own addition to explain how Fredegar catches up with the group.)
Meanwhile, back in Rivendell.....
After a long night of drinking and carousing with the Elves, partaking generously of Old Toby, and shamelessly flirting with Lady Almen, Fredegar awakens. He finds himself on a couch in the Hall of Fire. It is mid-afternoon.
"Bless my soul! I've gone and overslept!"
Leaping to his feet, the young hobbit charges through the halls of Imladris searching for his companions. When he can find no sign of them, he rushes to Lady Almen's Elven store.
"My lady! Where are my companions?"
"They have gone, Master Fredegar," she says. "Departed hours ago. They tried to wake you but you hobbits sleep so soundly. And you looked very peaceful so they felt it was best not to rouse you."
"Oh, confusticate and bebother that pipeweed!" the hobbit declares. "I curse the day my family ever discovered it! ....Well, maybe not curse. Give it a strong talking-to at least." He takes out his pipe and strokes it fondly. "I'm sorry, old boy. Let's never fight again...."
A thought occurs. "Errr....m'lady, did you and I.....umm, that is, did we.....uhhh....."
Lady Almen smiles and ruffles his hair. "No, Master Fredegar. You were a proper gentleman." Almen chuckles quietly. The little hobbit is sweet but not really her type. Now, that Prince Legolas on the other hand.....rowr!
A wizened old man steps out of the shadows and stops browsing through the store's elvish trinkets. He is dressed all in brown. A little red bird is perched on his shoulder.
"Forgive the intrusion, young sir, but I believe I might be of assistence. You have been seaparated from your companions, yes?"
"Yes! They might be halfway across Middle-earth by now! Oh, blast it!"
"Come with me, little halfling, and all shall be well."
After bowing courteously to Almen (who kisses him on the cheek), Fredegar follows the mysterious old man out into a courtyard. The man whispers something to the tiny bird on his shoulder and it soon takes off into the heavens.
"There now," the old man says. "The kirinki will take care of everything."
Fredegar stares at the elderly fellow, perplexed, but his new friend will say no more. An hour passes and suddenly the hobbit can hear the beating of two mighty wings. He looks up in bewilderment as an Eagle descends into the courtyard.
"Behold!" declares the old man. "Gwaihir the Windlord!"
Fredegar is speechless as the great Eagle leans forward to inspect him.
"And who is this little creature, friend Radagast?" the Windlord asks.
"This is Master Fredegar Hornblower of Waymoot," the old man answers. Odd, Fredegar doesn't recall giving his name. "Take him to his companions, noble Gwaihir, for the poor halfling is quite lost."
Fredegar stutters slightly. "I-I-thank you, sir! This is too kind! You--"
"Think nothing of it, my little friend," Radagast says. "I knew your mentor, Giladan of the Dunedain. A fine man, may the Valar rest his soul. Now, go, halfling. And give my regards to your friends."
Cautiously, Fredegar climbs onto the back of Gwaihir and clings tightly as the Eagle soars into the sky....
Meanwhile, back in Rivendell.....
After a long night of drinking and carousing with the Elves, partaking generously of Old Toby, and shamelessly flirting with Lady Almen, Fredegar awakens. He finds himself on a couch in the Hall of Fire. It is mid-afternoon.
"Bless my soul! I've gone and overslept!"
Leaping to his feet, the young hobbit charges through the halls of Imladris searching for his companions. When he can find no sign of them, he rushes to Lady Almen's Elven store.
"My lady! Where are my companions?"
"They have gone, Master Fredegar," she says. "Departed hours ago. They tried to wake you but you hobbits sleep so soundly. And you looked very peaceful so they felt it was best not to rouse you."
"Oh, confusticate and bebother that pipeweed!" the hobbit declares. "I curse the day my family ever discovered it! ....Well, maybe not curse. Give it a strong talking-to at least." He takes out his pipe and strokes it fondly. "I'm sorry, old boy. Let's never fight again...."
A thought occurs. "Errr....m'lady, did you and I.....umm, that is, did we.....uhhh....."
Lady Almen smiles and ruffles his hair. "No, Master Fredegar. You were a proper gentleman." Almen chuckles quietly. The little hobbit is sweet but not really her type. Now, that Prince Legolas on the other hand.....rowr!
A wizened old man steps out of the shadows and stops browsing through the store's elvish trinkets. He is dressed all in brown. A little red bird is perched on his shoulder.
"Forgive the intrusion, young sir, but I believe I might be of assistence. You have been seaparated from your companions, yes?"
"Yes! They might be halfway across Middle-earth by now! Oh, blast it!"
"Come with me, little halfling, and all shall be well."
After bowing courteously to Almen (who kisses him on the cheek), Fredegar follows the mysterious old man out into a courtyard. The man whispers something to the tiny bird on his shoulder and it soon takes off into the heavens.
"There now," the old man says. "The kirinki will take care of everything."
Fredegar stares at the elderly fellow, perplexed, but his new friend will say no more. An hour passes and suddenly the hobbit can hear the beating of two mighty wings. He looks up in bewilderment as an Eagle descends into the courtyard.
"Behold!" declares the old man. "Gwaihir the Windlord!"
Fredegar is speechless as the great Eagle leans forward to inspect him.
"And who is this little creature, friend Radagast?" the Windlord asks.
"This is Master Fredegar Hornblower of Waymoot," the old man answers. Odd, Fredegar doesn't recall giving his name. "Take him to his companions, noble Gwaihir, for the poor halfling is quite lost."
Fredegar stutters slightly. "I-I-thank you, sir! This is too kind! You--"
"Think nothing of it, my little friend," Radagast says. "I knew your mentor, Giladan of the Dunedain. A fine man, may the Valar rest his soul. Now, go, halfling. And give my regards to your friends."
Cautiously, Fredegar climbs onto the back of Gwaihir and clings tightly as the Eagle soars into the sky....