5) After Middle Earth: Outside

After Freesia had a fair night’s rest in her Hobbit sized room, she wondered if she should trust Eoborn. For a long while she considered running off back to the Shire, hoping Eoborn would just leave, but she knew she couldn’t. Eoborn was already planning on going to the Shire, there’s nothing should could do to stop that. Leaving now would just bring him right back to her in her own home.

She decided she would have to travel with him, at least back to the Shire. Then she could just tell him she would stay and he could find someone who would like to go with him.

Freesia went to the lobby to wait for Eoborn. She sat at the counter and asked the innkeeper if he knew anything about Eoborn, just like Frodo had asked Butterbur about Aragorn. The innkeeper couldn’t seem to remember the man coming into his inn at all.

That was almost enough to convince her to run off before he came back.

She could go to Rivendell; but if there aren’t any elves, who knows if it’s safe or not. She could go find Tom Bombadil. Certainly he would help her, if he is still on Middle Earth that is.

Before Freesia could make any decisions, Eoborn tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Are you prepared for departure?” he asked her. She couldn’t bring herself to speak for a moment.

“Of course,” she said nervously, “shall we be on our way?”

“Alright, let us head out.”

The dwarf gate keeper was reluctant to let them out. It seemed as though he did not trust Eoborn any more than Freesia did. A full grown man with a hobbit child? It seemed unthinkable that she would be traveling with him of her own accord.

As they exited the town, Freesia looked to the sky and noticed the clouds that loomed in the distance. It was impossible to find the sun. It didn’t feel right.

The journey to the Shire seemed much longer when Freesia didn’t feel like she had to run for her life. How far, exactly, had she gone?

The sky seemed to darken, covering any sign of day light. Freesia felt uneasy. What was it about the overcast sky that made her feel so scared? The lack of sun light caused the path under the trees to seem eerie and frightening. As they passed the area where Freesia had seen the Scar, she panicked and tripped on a root.

The sudden shock of the trip caused her to hyperventilate and it took her a moment to regain her wits. The reminder of the terrifying creature caused her to be at constant attention. There could be any of those creatures in the trees, but they hated day time. The sun made them burn up.

The sun.

They were in danger. The sun was hiding far behind the clouds, causing a perfect cover for any tortured creature. Suddenly the presence of the stranger she was following became the least of her worries. It even made her feel slightly better about the ominous road to have someone who may be able to protect her. But it also scared her a bit not knowing if he would be willing to protect her if it came to that.

Every rustle of a leaf or break of a twig made Freesia flinch. The closer to the border of the Shire they got, the safer she felt. She could even smell the crops of the Maggot farm. Farmer Maggot, the hobbit who helped Frodo and Sam on their travels, had created the farm. He planted and nourished the land until it became what is was now. Now his descendants took care of it.

Just before they reached the edge of the farm, a cold hand touched Freesia’s shoulder. It was too late.

4) After Middle Earth: Pegrioc

Eoborn stared at Freesia, confused, who was looking quite terrified. “You alright?” he asked her.

“I…uh…who do you have in mind to go with you?” she asked, worrying he might say her.

“Well, I was actually under the impression that I should ask you to come with me.” Oh dear! Her worries had come true. She struggled to come up with an answer when he spoke again. “I feel that your knowledge of Middle Earth history would be quite useful and wise to have with me. I realize it sounds quite terrifying, but all I need from you is your mind.”

My mind? she thought, I’m just a girl! How can I bring anything to his journey that he can’t get from a man? I only just came of age a decade ago. Forty-four years is not very old in hobbit years. 

“I’m unsure. My family is back in the Shire, I don’t know how they would feel about this. I should really run it by them first.” Freesia looked down at her feet.

“Aren’t you quite old enough to make your own decisions?” he asked her.

“Well, somewhat. I am only forty-four and I am a girl.” she thought her answer was quite understandable, but his answer surprised her.

“Forty-four is perfectly old enough to go out on your own!” he said as if he was surprised at her answer, “I myself am only fifty. That is young for an elf-Dunedain hybrid.” he smiled.

Fifty? That is how old Frodo was. But I am still a girl. Girls don’t adventure, they stay home and take care of the family. Eowyn is the only exception. 

“Well, I don’t know why you would want a girl to come with you, but I suppose I could join you if that is what you really want.” she said, still hesitant to get into an adventure she had no way of knowing she would survive. She didn’t even know what exactly they would do to get the throne back.

“Great! Now, obviously we can’t take back Gondor just the two of us. I don’t suppose you know of any other hobbits that would like to join us? Maybe we can find a dwarf to join us.” Freesia could only think of one person that would like to join them.

Pegrioc.

Pegrioc was a descendant to Merriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck, a distant relative to Freesia. Peregrin “Pippin” Took had a son who married Sam’s daughter. Merry and Pippin were distant cousins. Thus making Freesia and Pegrioc distant relatives, which isn’t very strange, almost all hobbits are distant relatives.

Pegrioc was very much like Pippin. Reckless, unintelligent, sarcastic and hilarious. It was quite attractive in Freesia’s eyes, though she couldn’t admit it to anyone but her inner thoughts.

“I do know of one hobbit that would enjoy the journey, but I’m not quite certain how beneficial to the purpose of this adventure.” Freesia told Eoborn.

“Well, more is always better. I couldn’t care if he was just there for the sake of the credit, having more people along with us will make the journey bearable. I am certain we will find others who would love to join us.”

Freesia wasn’t sure if she wanted to be excited or terrified. She had always dreamed of going along on Frodo’s adventure, but now that she had the opportunity, she couldn’t decide.

Well, for now they just needed to worry about inviting Pegrioc along without the Scars deciding to join them first.

In that moment, Freesia suddenly realized something inconsistent about Eoborn’s story. Orcrist was supposed to be buried with Thorin. Only a sick villain would dig up the king of Erebor for the sake of getting his sword.

What was she getting herself into?!

Chapter Four: A Short Cut to Mushrooms

Frodo woke up in a tree’s trunk, the elves were no where to be found from the night before they had spent with them. The elves had left them food. The plan was for them to head for Bucklebury. Pippin asks Frodo if he talked to Gildor, the elf, about the Riders they had run from. Frodo responds, saying that he did, which then Pippin asks if he talked with Gildor about the sniffing. “I’m sure it is very important.” Pippin said. We can see that Tolkien had meant to draw attention to that fact, therefore the sniffing is important.

Frodo worries about Sam, and he tries to convince Sam to go back by telling him about how dangerous it is going to be. Sam proceeds to explain how the elves told him not to leave Frodo, which surprises Frodo.

Already Sam is beginning to change. Frodo can see it in him, even though he looks just as his old self. Sam talks about the elves, speaking deeply about things Frodo didn’t expect to hear from his young friend. Just being in the presence of elves affected Sam, though he didn’t quite expect the elves to be what they turned out to be.

Sam tells Frodo that he now desires to keep going forward, not because of his previous desire to see elves, or dragons, but because he feels it is right. He doesn’t quite understand why, but he knows that he must. He feels like there is something he needs to do before the end.

After Frodo finishes breakfast, the three hobbits discuss their path ahead. Frodo makes an effort to avoid the road, even if it means walking through bogs. Pippin, who was the one arguing against it, finally agrees, stating that he will follow Frodo wherever he chooses to go.

The hobbits struggle through banks and bogs, getting caught up and stuck. As Pippin turns to look back in the direction they had come, he sees a horse and a dark figure standing beside it. The short cut did take a long time, but at least they avoided the black rider.

The detour takes much longer than anticipated, Pippin begins to complain again. Frodo, however, doesn’t want to get out into the open just yet.

At lunchtime, the hobbits begin to sing loudly, but are cut off suddenly by a piercing, evil scream, which is then answered by another. Frodo jumps up. Frodo understood, somehow, that there were words in the call, but he didn’t understand the meaning. All of them immediately think of the black riders, but do not speak of it aloud.

Before long, they stumble on Farmer Maggot’s farm; Pippin recognized it. They are getting close to where they want to go. Frodo sees the matter as another trouble. Pippin and Sam are confused at the statement. They believe farmer Maggot to be a good old friend and wonder why Frodo would think it a trouble to stumble on his land.

The reason for Frodo’s comment was from a childhood experience. When he was young, he would steal mushrooms from the farm. One day, Maggot showed Frodo to his dogs and told them to watch out for him. Frodo had been terrified of him and his dogs ever since. Pippin laughs and tells Frodo he will have to get over it, if he is to live in Buckland.

As they near the farm house, they hear Maggot call out to his dogs and they stop in fright, all except for Pippin. Farmer Maggot comes into view and simply asks what they are up to, and he recognizes Pippin right off. He tells Pippin he was just about to set his dogs out on strangers, due to the strange folk that had been wandering around.

Pippin asks to whom he is referring, and he tells him about the black rider he had seen.

Frodo mentions his fear of the dogs, and Maggot tells him they are harmless unless told to harm. When Pippin introduces Frodo as Mr. Baggins, it intrigues Maggot who tells them to come inside his home.

They go inside and discuss how they had come into Maggot’s land without his knowing, which they explain. The reason Farmer Maggot perked at the mention of Baggins was because of what the black rider had asked him.

Maggot tells the hobbits his whole conversation he had with the rider. It was much like that of all the others that had seen riders. The black rider had wanted to find a Baggins, but he knew that the only Baggins had left. The rider offered to give Maggot gold if he told him when he saw Frodo, he did not accept.

Maggot for some reason mentions all the rumors he had heard about the Baggins’. He tells Frodo he should have stayed in Buckland and he is smart to be coming back.

Farmer Maggot realizes it was not chance that brought the rider and Frodo through on the same day. Frodo laughs that he had been so scared of Maggot for thirty years and he wishes he hadn’t, for he could have had another good friend. Maggot realized that Frodo was probably planning on going to Buckleberry Ferry without being caught, which he is right about.

Frodo takes some convincing to stay for supper, only at the suggestion of Maggot taking them to the ferry by wagon does he accept.

As they ride the wagon, they don’t turn any light on. They worry that light will attract unwanted attention. It becomes very cold and the hobbits can’t even warm themselves by bundling up. They finally reach the ferry.

Suddenly they hear a horse coming. Frodo gets down and hides under blankets. Farmer Maggot demands to know the rider’s business. The rider says they are looking for Mr. Baggins, but it isn’t a rider at all! It’s Merry Brandybuck!

Merry tells them he had been looking everywhere for them. He had worried they had fallen in a ditch and thought they would never show up. After explaining how Maggot came to find the hobbits, Maggot tells them he best be off to go home.

Just before Maggot heads home, he hands Frodo a basket. Frodo laughs when he sees it is full of mushrooms.

3) After Middle Earth: Orcrist

Freesia began to panic, thinking about the orcish man she had seen. She knew from Frodo’s story what it meant when a sword glowed blue. But Sting is still in the possession of the Shire. The only other swords she knew of that could glow were Orcrist and Glamdring. Glamdring was Gandalf’s sword and Orcrist was Thorin Oakenshield’s.

Who was this man and whose sword does he have?

The man noticed Freesia looking at him and immediately jumped up. Freesia worried that he had seen the look of recognition on her face and would come after her. He began to walk, she couldn’t see where he was going because he slipped into the crowd. She started to walk back to the innkeeper, hoping she would be able to go to her room before the man caught her.

She was only half way there when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped. Turning around, she saw that it was the man. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her along with him toward a back hallway.

Once they were out of earshot to the lobby, the man lifted off his hood. This was far too much like Frodo’s story to be a coincidence. The man’s hair was very unusual. It was cut very short, so short Freesia wasn’t sure how he got it that way. It was no wonder he wore a hood. Freesia noticed that there was just the slightest point in the man’s ears. Not enough to be anything but a man, but men don’t have ears like that.

“Who are you?” they both asked simultaneously.

Freesia spoke first, “What do you mean ‘who am I,’ you are the one who dragged me back here. I’m just a simple hobbit that is stopping by for the night.” The man was surprised at her aggressiveness.

“Well, how ’bout you tell me how you recognized my blade?” he said. Freesia wasn’t sure how to answer. So she just went ahead and told the truth.

“I read about it. My ancestor, Samwise Gamgee had a book that was written by Frodo and Bilbo Baggins about their adventures. Bilbo saw that blade, although I’m not sure which one it is.”

“Orcrist.” he said almost automatically.

“How do you have it?” Freesia asked.

“I do believe that is not your business.” he said.

do believe that my recognition of the blade is not yours.” she retorted.

“Very well. If you must know it came to me by my ancestor’s good friend. It was given to him by his relative, Dain Ironfoot, who inherited it from Thorin Oakenshield.” Freesia became excited about the matter. This, too, was suspected by the man.

“Oh dear, how delightful! I had always wanted to see the relics of the stories for my own eyes! Would you mind if I had a look at it?” she said.

The man was slightly taken aback. Nonetheless, he unsheathed the blade and let Freesia have a look.

“Oh wow! It is just as Old Bilbo had described! Oh how I wish I could have met the old hobbit, he passed Old Took, you know, who had once been the hobbit that lived longer than any other. Of course, he did have the ring that made him live longer and he–”

“Ring? What ring?” he asked.

“Oh, you must know the tale of how Frodo Baggins destroyed the One Ring to rule them all!” she said.

“Yes, of course I do. But you must tell me about this old Bilbo. I had heard the tale of the ring’s destruction, but how did this hobbit fellow come by it?”

Surely he couldn’t be serious! She had thought.

“Well! Bilbo Baggins found the ring while trapped in the goblin kingdom in the Misty Mountains! While down there, an odd little creature called Gollum threatened to eat the poor hobbit. They had a game of riddles, and thanks to that little trinket, or so he had called it at the time, Bilbo won the riddle game. Gollum did not like this, however, and he betrayed their deal, which was for Gollum to lead Bilbo out of the caves. When he ran off, he tripped and the ring slipped onto his finger, causing him to disappear! And that is how Old Gandalf discovered that the “trinket” was actually the One Ring of power!”

“You are quite smart for a small thing, aren’t you?” he said.

“Pardon me, but I take offense to that!” she said. Again the man looked taken aback. “Wait a moment, if that blade is glowing, that should mean an orc is nearby!” Freesia exclaimed. “But all the orcs were destroyed. How can that be glowing?”

“Have you not heard? If you have not heard, surely you have seen the creatures that have been wandering about.” he said.

“Of course!” Freesia said, “What was that awful thing? It chased me all the way here to Bree! I had been worried Bree was no longer a hospitable place.”

“Those are not orcs. They are Scars.”

“Yes, I have heard the term.”

“Scars are like orcs in only one way. They were tortured to become what they are now. Only, they weren’t once elves, they were once men. That is why I am here. If men are being tortured, then that means there is an evil on this earth that is creating monsters of my people. Or my ancestor’s people I should say.”

“You keep going on about your ancestors. Who are they?” Freesia asked.

“Well, my name is Eoborn. My ancestor is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is why my ears are pointed slightly. He did marry an elf, after all.”

“Oh! That is marvelous! To think that I would ever meet a descendant of the great king Aragorn! And that you are related to Elrond as well! It must be a lovely title to have!”

“It would seem so. However, I fear there is evil in the heart of Gondor. Had things gone rightly, I would have been king of Gondor. But seeing as I am part elf, the people of Gondor suddenly decided to make a purely man royal line. They didn’t want any elf mixed in. I don’t see how this is a problem, seeing as I hold the last bit of elf to ever walk the earth. I don’t see how I could have been a threat to the royal line.”

“How terrible!” Freesia said, “That does indeed sound as though someone is desperately grasping for the throne. Perhaps you are right about there being evil there. Only a man hungry for power would be so desperate to do such a thing.”

“That gives me a great deal of reassurance to know I am not the only one to think so. Even if you are just a little hobbit girl.” Freesia raised an eyebrow at him, who smiled ever so slightly.

“If this is the problem, why are you here? You said that that is what led you here.” Freesia asked.

“It’s funny you, of all people to run in to, mention this. I too had read about the story of Frodo Baggins and discovered how Frodo had come to be part of the story. Gandalf, the wisest wizard that walked middle earth, had said something about the strength of those with the smallest stature. I thought that perhaps, in order to claim my throne, I would need someone of a sort like that. So I came here, on my way to the Shire, to find someone to share in my adventure.”

Freesia’s eyes widened with surprise. An adventure? Please do not ask me to come!

Chapter Three: Three Is Company-Part Two

After the Black Rider trots off into the distance, Frodo states how strange he felt, that the feeling told him he did not want to be found by this mysterious man.

You know when ever someone repeats something in a literary work that they are telling you something important. Frodo repeats the word “felt” many times, this tells us that the way he feels is either important to the story line or important in the symbolism Tolkien was trying to use. Frodo didn’t know the man was bad. He felt it.

Sam speaks up and tells Frodo that he knew where the Black Rider came from. He said that only just the day before his Gaffer saw the man, and the man was asking about a Baggins. He told this to Sam, at the time he thought nothing of it because Gaffer is old and it was dark.

Frodo admits to having heard Gaffer speaking to a strange talking fellow. Pippin is convinced that there is possibly no connection and they should just get moving. This is further justifying Pippin’s character as the part of us, or the type of person, who doesn’t see what is happening around them. They aren’t aware. They either choose not to, or simply don’t notice what they should.

Frodo says that he wished they had waited for Gandalf, and then Pippin suspiciously asks Frodo if he knows something about this black rider. Frodo tries to simply brush the comment away by saying he doesn’t want to know.

From then on, they kept their distance from the road.

This part with the road seems strangely opposite that of Bilbo’s story about keeping on the path. As Bilbo’s journey required not straying from the path, Frodo’s instead was to be avoided. This could be because the path through Mirkwood was leading them through the bad, trying to keep them on the path to good. Whereas Frodo’s path was covered with evil.

When the three hobbits come upon a hollowed out tree, they climb inside to rest. Tolkien makes a point to mention that the tree is pretty much dead, yet it still produces leaves. This could be a symbolic foreshadowing to the common theme that even things that seem lost and better off dead can still produce good, they still have that potential inside them, even if they can’t gain their full potential back. They have already missed all those many years of potential to do good.

As they continue on the path, they sing a song that Bilbo had written. In among other lines of the song is the words of Pippin’s song in the movies known as The Steward of Gondor on the movie sound track. It is a brilliant song showing that we can’t stay home forever, we have to continue on our adventure in order to become better.

The three run and hide in the shadows when they hear hooves behind them. It was definitely a black rider. It crawls creepily toward Frodo, sniffing. The closer it gets, the more Frodo desires to slip on the ring. It was much more powerful than the earlier time he had felt the temptation. A sound in the near distance scares the rider away. Sam starts to exclaim quietly that it was elves. The other hobbits had to pull him away, or else he would have run to the elves.

The elves are singing, which is what scared the rider away. Frodo knows little of the words sung.

One of the elves sees and recognizes Frodo. They greet, and Frodo says they are traveling in the same direction as they. Because the elves see themselves as superior beings, at first they laugh that Frodo wants to travel alongside them. Pippin interrupts to ask the elves about the black riders. They become interested and decide to take the hobbits with them elsewhere to speak about it.

After Frodo speaks something in the language of the elves, Gildor, the elf leader, calls him “elf friend.” They warn the hobbits that they will become weary for the elves will be walking far and long.

The elves stop and have a party. Kind of strange, but okay. They have a wonderful time until Frodo and Gildor are the last awake, talking.

As they talk, Gildor reads things from the look on Frodo’s face. He knows he is troubled and is unsure if he can succeed. He knows that the Enemy is after him, he doesn’t know why, but nonetheless it’s true. Gildor tells Frodo nothing about the Black Riders, because he believes it is up to Gandalf to tell Frodo. Gildor believes that it is all Gandalf’s responsibility what Frodo knows.

Frodo speaks his fear that Gandalf may not return at the time he had said. Frodo asks if he should wait for Gandalf or continue on. Gildor can only say that it is strange for Gandalf to be late, and that it is Frodo’s choice whether to stay or continue. Frodo jokes that it is said to not go to elves for counsel, because they will tell you both no and yes.

Gildor warns that if Frodo does go on, that he should not go alone. To only bring those who he trusts. Frodo thanks him.

Frodo finally begs to be told what the black riders are. Gildor asks if it is not enough to know they are the enemy. If they are simply the enemy, what does it matter what they are exactly? All Frodo needs to know is that they are simply evil. Frodo is still unsure how he will find courage to continue on. He asks how he can find it. Gildor once more tells Frodo of his friendship, and Frodo drifts into sleep.

Summer in the North

I’d like to take this time to share with you the very beginning of the main story line in my book, which I shared a bit of with you earlier in this blog.

For a better understanding of what my book is about, here is a synopsis. (I apologize if I posted this earlier.)

The first book in my intended trilogy, Deception Diary is titled Manifold Nature. It is about a girl named Summer Winters who is a Mancunian teenager who just moved to Utah. She is uncomfortable living somewhere so different from her hometown, and more than that the reason her family left. Not long after she moves to Utah, she finds herself unexpectedly taken to a land called Borialis. Borialis is a place where many different humanoid, intelligent species live. Summer begins a long journey in which she discovers who she really is and learns of a prophecy stating that she will save not only what she has grown up to know as earth, but all the other lands on this massive planet as well.

Summer discovers that Borialins have abilities that humans don’t, making the enemy more powerful than she thinks she can fight. Along the way, Summer makes new friends and discovers that some of them are family, and some of them are not who they say they are. Throughout her journey, she will lose many friends to lost morals and even death. All her life, Summer has felt like she doesn’t belong, and as she spends more time in Borialis, she isn’t sure if she will ever belong anywhere. Her lack of self confidence will become an obstacle in her progression, causing her to be unsure if she has the strength to fulfill the prophecy she was born into.

So, with that said, here is how my book will start and PLEASE I would LOVE some feedback! Did you feel like you could continue reading? Did you feel like you just had to figure out what she was talking about? I want to hear from you! Thank you!

Summer grasped desperately for the door’s handle, shaking violently, unsure if she could manage control over her seizuring limbs. The pounding of her heart was deafening in the abnormal silence that befell after the tragedy she had just witnessed. Her mind raced, trying to decide if the memory from moments earlier had actually happened. Suddenly, her quick breathing came to her awareness, instantly causing a panic that she might stop breathing if she lost her focus.

Almost in a daze, she clambered through the house, unsure of the speed in which she shuffled to her room. She almost didn’t remember tripping up the steps, the touch of the cool door handle and the quick twist of the lock. The sudden shift in temperature was the only indicator that she had jumped beneath the covers on her bed; she hadn’t realized the amount of shivering her body had reached until it jerkily stopped.

Thoughts screamed in her head, she became suddenly aware of her mind’s capacity for thought and memory, both of which were skewed. Had that actually happened? Her mind began to shut out communication with her body, being alone awakened the many languages of the mind. Shakily, she dug her arm out from the blankets,reaching for something, anything to relieve her thoughts from the crowded prison inside.

What she grabbed was her journal. Despite her lack of writing talent, this was the only way she could let her thoughts breathe. She had to get the events out of the maze inside and into line before her. Here goes. She thought. Her pen smoothly slid across the paper as she wrote the date.

I hope you enjoyed! I want to know if this book is worthy of publishing! I already know, obviously, that I would read it, mostly because I wrote it granted, but I also know others have different opinions. Thanks again!