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rabidsamfanJust a schnibble more tonight. Too many phone calls!
part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
Sam clambered up the wall eagerly and sat by Bergil, looking out over the moonlit gardens and lawns that surrounded the Houses of Healing like they were something good to eat. “I was beginning to think there wasn’t nobbut a pocket or two of green in all this great pile of stone,” he said, to Bergil’s curious look. “And while I might not mind going down to the farms below, I can’t say as I was looking forward to coming back up that long road of an evening.”
“Oh, you don’t have to take the road,” Bergil said. “There’s lots of shortcuts. You just have to go through the gates each time, because there aren’t any shortcuts between the levels. That’s why the fighting didn’t…” he faltered. “didn’t get very far in. Most of it anyway.” There had been some bad moments, and things that he still didn’t feel safe talking about, especially not in the dark.
“Pippin’s told us some of it,” Sam said, laying a companionable hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But he says it don’t bear thinking on too much, and he‘s seen more battles than I have.”
“Weren’t you at the Black Gate?” Bergil asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Nay. I was at the mountain with Mr. Frodo when that was going on. At the Crack of Doom.” Sam added the last words quietly, as if he were thinking of something else.
Bergil was really confused. He’d heard so many stories and rumors and bits of things and now he wasn’t sure that he’d figured out which ones were true. “I thought that the periannath who were at the mountain were named Harthad and Bronwe something.”
Sam gave a great shout of laughter and slapped his knee. “Gandalf didn’t reckon on that when he was handing out fancy names!” he chortled. “Come on, lad. Let’s finish what we set out to do, and then we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ll tell you what happened.”
part five
part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
Sam clambered up the wall eagerly and sat by Bergil, looking out over the moonlit gardens and lawns that surrounded the Houses of Healing like they were something good to eat. “I was beginning to think there wasn’t nobbut a pocket or two of green in all this great pile of stone,” he said, to Bergil’s curious look. “And while I might not mind going down to the farms below, I can’t say as I was looking forward to coming back up that long road of an evening.”
“Oh, you don’t have to take the road,” Bergil said. “There’s lots of shortcuts. You just have to go through the gates each time, because there aren’t any shortcuts between the levels. That’s why the fighting didn’t…” he faltered. “didn’t get very far in. Most of it anyway.” There had been some bad moments, and things that he still didn’t feel safe talking about, especially not in the dark.
“Pippin’s told us some of it,” Sam said, laying a companionable hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But he says it don’t bear thinking on too much, and he‘s seen more battles than I have.”
“Weren’t you at the Black Gate?” Bergil asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Nay. I was at the mountain with Mr. Frodo when that was going on. At the Crack of Doom.” Sam added the last words quietly, as if he were thinking of something else.
Bergil was really confused. He’d heard so many stories and rumors and bits of things and now he wasn’t sure that he’d figured out which ones were true. “I thought that the periannath who were at the mountain were named Harthad and Bronwe something.”
Sam gave a great shout of laughter and slapped his knee. “Gandalf didn’t reckon on that when he was handing out fancy names!” he chortled. “Come on, lad. Let’s finish what we set out to do, and then we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ll tell you what happened.”
part five
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Date: 2004-12-12 04:20 am (UTC)