M.E. chapter 11: The Hobbits Help Make Punch.

I walked briskly down the hall with Katy and Stacey right behind me. "Gandalf!" I called, "Where are you?" I looked in the various rooms off to either side of the hall as I went to check if he was in any of these.

I opened another door, "Oh, sorry." I said to Aragorn and Arwen who were currently ‘talking’ inside. I started to close the door, then decided to ask Aragorn something first, "Aragorn, do you know where Gandalf went? I can’t find him anywhere."

"I have no idea where he is!" Aragorn was trying to keep his voice steady, but it was still clear he was angry, "I can assure you however, he is NOT in here."

"Alright." I said sadly, closed the door and continued walking. We hadn’t gone far, though, when I heard a door click shut down the hall. I quickly turned around in time to see a bit of grey robe disappear around the corner. ‘Strider is such a liar. I bet he was hiding Gandalf all along.’ I thought bitterly.

I ran down the hall after him, but had soon lost his trail again.

I finally decided to give up two hours later. Gandalf clearly knew these halls better than me, and my friends had long since abandoned me to continue my goose hunt alone. Some friends; won’t even run all over Rivendell with me for two hours. I was also hungry and tired though, so I decided to go see if it was dinner time yet.

"There you all are." I said as I walked up to the table Katy, Stacey, and Merry and Pippin were sitting at.

"And there you are!" Said Pippin happily, "Just in time for dinner too!"

"At least she didn’t find her way back to the armory…" Katy told Stacey under her breath.

"I heard that!" I said, "I’m not that bad; I thought I controlled myself very well. I didn’t even touch more than three of the swords!"

"I thought you weren’t supposed to touch any." Stacey said blandly.

"My… uh, My Hand… It slipped… Yeah, that’s it: my hand slipped!" I told her, pleased by me excuse.

"Yeah, right." Merry mumbled.

I rolled my eyes and asked if anyone had eaten yet. They said no, so we all went to get some food together. We came back to our table with the food and sat down to enjoy it.

Merry, Pippin and Stacey sat looking expectedly at me and Katy. "What are you doing?" I asked, "why aren’t you eating?" I looked warily down at my food.

"Oh, we helped make the punch, and wanted to know how you like it." Pippin explained, earning a punch in the arm from Merry.

"So, taste it!" Stacey encouraged.

"You didn’t poison it, did you?" I asked, looking into my glass nervously as if expecting a green skull and crossbones to appear in the dark substance.

"Of course not!" Stacey proceeded to take a small drink from her own glass, "See, if it was poison I wouldn’t have drank any."

We slowly drank from our glasses. I resisted the urge to spit it back out, and tried my best to hide the look of disgust from my face.

"Well?" Merry asked.

"Um… It’s interesting." I said, wishing for some water.

"I concur." Katy said, "It’s interesting."

"Well, I’m glad you like it," Pippin said, smirking. All three of them had large smirks on their faces, and it was making me nervous. We continued to eat though, if it was poisoned we’d die anyway so we might as well finish. Katy and I relaxed considerably when they started eating too, and more importantly drinking from their cups. The hobbits were drinking as if it was the best they had ever had, Stacey was drinking it a lot slower, though.

By the time we were done eating, I had grown used to the peculiar taste of our drinks, and had even gotten some more. The hobbits had several large mugs. Stacey had only had one, while Katy and I were on our second or third.

The next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of an awful screeching accompanied with what must have been a spotlight directly in my face. Not to mention a killer headache.

"Ah!" I cried, "my eyes!" I crawled underneath the blankets, but couldn’t go back to sleep as the horrendous screeching was still going on. ‘What, is there a fire?’ I wondered. ‘Actually, that would explain the bright lights too… I didn’t know they had fire alarms in Middle-Earth.’

I ran—well, stumbled—through the door only to see Katy groggily emerging from her room as well, "Is there a fire or something?" I asked Katy.

"I don’t know, maybe it’s a terrorist alarm?" She replied. Against my better instincts—which seemed rather dead at the moment anyway—we went back in her room to see if the elves were panicking outside.

We were very confused to see elves just walking along peacefully down below, but we soon located the source of the screeching. There were several small birds on a tree nearby. It was harder convincing myself that the sun wasn’t going supernova, though. We grumbled about what an awful morning it was, but since our rooms were too noisy and too bright we decided to go elsewhere.

I led Katy ‘aimlessly’ toward the armory figuring that would brighten my mood. We got there some fifteen minutes later and it was, well, bright. All the swords were glimmering evilly out at us (the traitors). We ran out screaming: "Ah! My eyes!" and then upon hearing our screams: "Ah! My ears!" (and so on…)

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