Welcome to party o’clock, elven style.
So the elves get their party going. A fire goes up, and they wake up Pippin to join in the fun. Food and drink are served, though the elves insist that they are poor in comparison to a true feast not had while traveling. Pippin doesn’t remember much of the night, except that he was happy beyond belief. Sam doesn’t seem to be able to even make sense of anything. He’s apparently muttering random sentences trying to make conversation. Frodo, of course, is the most astute, and is making conversation as he can in Elvish. The elves like that quite a bit. After a while, Pippin does fall asleep, and is brought to a comfortable bower. Sam curls up next to Frodo, not wanting to sleep, but does succumb eventually. Frodo stays up, talking with Gildor.
These elves party so hard that Sam and Pippin can’t keep up. Not that I really expected Pippin to, as he’s been complaining about how tired he is for this entire journey. How does he ever make it all the way, even just to Rivendell? He’s one lazy, sleepy, good-for-nothing hobbit! And when I said that Sam was talking to elves like a preteen boy talks to girls, I really wasn’t kidding. This guy has NO social skills with people out of his league. Let’s pretend that it’s endearing.
Once again, Frodo is winning. Obviously, the conversation with Gildor is forthcoming. Sam and Pippin are being relegated to hardcore “sidekick” roles. Frodo just has more tact, and considerably more intelligence, than either of them. He’s that cultured one among the gorillas. If they were three of the Seven Dwarves, Frodo is Doc while Pippin is Sleepy and Sam is Dopey, or maybe Happy if we’re feeling generous.
Side note: One of the things that I was maybe hoping would happen as a side-effect of me doing all this close reading of Lord of the Rings was that I would gain a better understanding of storytelling, both for my own writing, and just in general. I think I might be seeing some progress. Last night, I made up a story on the fly. It was about Bill, a monkey. The moral? Don’t poison your friends. I’m getting somewhere!
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
WHAT?! Since when is “wildberries” not a word? That doesn’t make any sense at all.
“They spoke of many things, old and new, and Frodo questioned Gildor much about happenings in the wide world outside the Shire.”