Post by Ariel on Aug 4, 2019 23:38:26 GMT -8
Title: LoTR - Mischief's Wanderlust
Based on: The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy
Summary: Terâ Proudfoot wants nothing more than to venture through life through the eyes of a free spirit. Breaking the norms of Hobbiton, Terâ Proudfoot embarks on adventures with her friends Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took into the big, open world and experiences the ultimate tests of strength, friendship and love. This part one is based off of events that have taken place in the first installment of The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy: "The Fellowship Of The Ring" called A Night To Remember.
LoTR - Mischief's Wanderlust, Chapter One: A Night To Remember
Keeping to one's self and avoiding any mischeif if possible was the adjenda of the ordinary Hobbit.
As for Terâ Proudfoot, she was far from ordinary.
Rather than planning the next meal of the day or attending to daily keepings of a peaceful hole in the ground as a Hobbit maiden would do, Terâ was busy getting up to her knees in mischeif and fun. She was a free spirit, as her Old Gaffer would always say ever since she was a young girl sitting on his lap listening to never ending stories of legends and adventures, her beaming cherub features would gleam with excitement through her everflowing ringlets of golden hair. As the years carried forward, Terâ grew from a curious youngster into a headstrong woman, unable to keep her nose out of trouble and tom foolery, especially with her lifelong friends Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took. She craved more from the world other than being a bar maiden and tending to the needs of the household, and more than anything did she want to be one of the characters in her Old Gaffer's stories on their whimsical adventures. Her Gaffer could have foretold to anyone that this spitfire of a Hobbit would grow up to defy the routine of the habitual Shirefolk lifestyle, and many in the Shire frowned upon her eccentric behaviour. Often times her Gaffer would chuckle and tell her that he's almost convinced that she is a different kind of breed. But he believed in Terâ, and knew she would amount to wondrous things beyond their small minded imaginations.
Though, the Shirefolks small minded imaginations wouldn't have drifted too far off course if they had suspected that the infamous trio of shenanigans would be up to their usual micheviousness at Bilbo's One Hundred and Eleventh birthday party. The fact that Gandalf The Grey had rolled into their sleepy little village with a cart of every firework known to the world was no surprise. Word traveled fast about the exciting contribution Gandalf had to bring to the party, and when the ears of Merry, Terâ and Pippin perked up to listen they gleefully rubbed their hands together and brewed up a plan of complete high jinks. The night of the big birthday bash had come, and propping herself onto her elbows Terâ leaned her back against the bar top as she waited paitently at the nonchalant meeting spot for Merry and Pippin so that they could kick the master plan into motion. The spot was right in the middle of all the action, so she figured no one could possibly suspect that they would be up to something. Not yet, at least.
The upbeat music from the live band flowed through the party tents as Terâ's massive green eyes scanned her surroundings of the bustling scene of excitement. Bilbo Baggins, the birthday fellow himself, was spotted sitting down in a corner in front of an audience of children whose eyes lit up at astonishing details of his adventure to the Misty Mountains. Hobbits, small and stout alike, were cackling mercilessly as they hung onto the kegs for dear life while glorious ales flowed nonstop into their pints all evening. And Terâ's rose tinted cheeks widened into a toothy grin as she watched ladies and gents hoot and holler as they joyfully danced the night away with one another under the night lit up with millions of stars in the sky. With her whole heart, Terâ loved every single one of these people at the party and although she fantasized what more was out there in the world for her to discover, she adored everything about the Shire.
Suddenly, the heart she was loving her community with leaped in her chest with startling surprise as she was suddenly whisked away from the bartop. A small yelp had escaped Terâ's lips as someone had swept her off of her feet, and before she knew what was going on she was in the middle of the dancing crowd. Terâ peered up with a rash expression, as one would know better than to suddenly grab her for a dance unless they wanted a part of them to be spoiled with a black ring. Though, the pair of angry emeralds that dorned her porcelain complexion softened immensley at the sight of Merry Brandybuck staring back down at her with a playful expression.
"Gave you quite the fright, didn't I?" Merry chuckled lightly as he continued to lead Terâ in dance as he held his leading hand upward in hers, his other hand gently placed on her waist.
Terâ rolled her eyes, yet she did not resist as she allowed Merry to lead her along the dance floor with the other dancing Hobbits, "If you had only just asked, I would have said yes, you know."
Switching from looking down at Terâ to keeping an eye on the dance floor, a devious side grin formed in the corner of Merry's mouth as his brow furrowed slightly, "But where's the spontaneity in that?"
Terâ couldn't help but to bashfully crack a smile at his tickling charm, one of the many things she had grown to become fond of. Not many were able to keep up with her antics, but Merry always had a spur of the moment appeal that kept Terâ on her toes. With Merry Brandybuck, she never knew what she was going to get, and her curiosity as to where the roads would lead them to next kept her chasing after him and she couldn't help herself. Terâ threw her long locks back in a hearty laugh along with Merry as their feet carried them relentlessly through the moment of bliss they shared. They could have easily danced the night away together, both being utterly fond in each other's company with neither knowing the true feelings of the other. Though, their existance in this world was still young and although a spark between them was felt it was the advantage of being comfortable that they took for themselves. Neither one of them could have imagined what was brewing in the southeast, a plague most unimaginable that would sweep them away and test their strength in the vast, open world - and with each other.
Suddenly, the music number stopped and everyone around them clapped with their partners. As they broke apart, Terâ and Merry paused for a moment as they were still the only two in the whole field. And when their attention was caught by the clapping and cheering, they peered around in their surprise and nonchalantly joined the clapping for the band as to hide any lingering inklings between them that were there, that is, any inklings they did not want to address quite yet.
"Psst! Merry! Terâ!" A low whispering was coming from underneath the flaps of one of the nearby tents. Terâ and Merry looked at eachother and with a single nod, they put their game faces on and slyly made their exit to where Pippin was giving his cue that Gandalf's wagon was unattended and that it was time for them to put on a show to remember.
(Part two coming soon...)