Hobbit Interrupted: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

Well, this is quite a contrast, isn't it? *pulls his cloak tight about him* It's cold and dreary out here, more so because it was so warm . . . and deliciously inviting in there . . . and was starting to become much warmer still, if we were not interrupted. *sighs*


But perhaps the time wasn't right, seeing that I'm out here right now; my dear Dunedain does need to deal with his troubles with Tobey. And timing is all important with these things, isn't it?

Or is it? We were just reaching for a little bit of fun together, which neither of us have been having much luck finding of late. Still, our bit of fun might have been one more stumbling block for him and Tobey, one which they do not need if they're trying to put things back together between them. But that does seem to be quite a big "if" at this point, isn't it? And if I took him back to the Pantry Smial . . . am I really ready? Sure, I'm quite more than painfully ready on the physical side of things, but . . . is that why I'm hesitating; am I really being considerate of him, or am I but using his relationship for an excuse? *grows glassy eyed* Would the memories there . . . haunt me and intrude on our pleasure?

But enough of this! *chuckles* Obviously I'm going to have to haul this ranger into the wine cellar instead and lock the door. It just doesn't have to be that complicated, does it? *smiles to himself*


And what of this Cele . . . ba . . . Celebrimbor? What does he wish to confide in me? Something that would just entangle me in the twisted paths the Noldor tread no doubt! *puffs and shakes his head*

Still, I'm prejudging again--not that my experience doesn't warrant caution--yet this Noldor just doesn't seem to be one bearing a cloud behind him, but quite the opposite, if I were just to follow my perceptions . . . and not my memories of others so shrouded in blood. *closes his eyes*

*sighs* I am curious though about what he has to tell me. And though curiosity and an open hand can bring cruel doom, so do sword-guarded approaches and doors closed with suspicion. I'd rather walk openly then. And we'll see what Melba and Celly's impressions are when they return--I needn't rely on my own alone. It will take him some time to recover, I suppose.

So why do I have this feeling of foreboding? Bingo Bolger-Baggins, you simply think too much! And that won't do at all. *looks out into the woods, then turns to go back inside*

Comments

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*rallies all his will and fleeting strength to lift the rock in his hands in a flash and strike the descending maw head on and into the beast's parted teeth* Nooooooooo!!! Ayahhhh!!!!!

*and pushes up and over in the same stroke to get his feet under him and turn to sprint*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*staggers back with bleeding maw* Yyyrrrrriiip!!!! *then gathers himself with fury to leap upon his feebly fleeing prey [don't try saying that 5 times fast, kids!]* Why you nasty little snack!

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*leaps out of the darkness with sword blade flashing*

Oh not you don't! You let him go!!

*stabs just as warg makes his move*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*sees a tree before him* If I could just reach it and climb . . . *takes a couple steps, but having had nothing to eat in two days, imbibing large quantities of strawberry wine at the last, and with the bloodloss, stinging pain and trauma, is taken by vertigo, stumbles and falls* Oooooohhhhnn!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*leaps and feels a stinging pain in his leg as he lands on his prey just as he becomes aware of the newcomer's scent, and then hears him, turns upon landing to face this threat* Fucking orc shit!!!! *growls and gathers to jump* Grrrrrrrrrrrwwwwww!!!!

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

LEAVE HIM BE!!!!

*raises two-handed sword again; draws the heavy weapon back to the side ready to hew the Warg's head off; starts to swing and screams aloud*

Gurth gothrimlye^!!!!!!


^Death to our foes!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*veers to the side, fast enough to save his head, but not fast enough to keep the sword from slicing into his shoulder*GgrrEEEEEEEEerrrr!!!!! *feels seering pain as he pulls back form the sword drenched in his blood and turns tail* Fuck, those stinking Crebain didn't say there were Big People out here! When I get home, I'm having me one big ole Crebain pie!!! RRrrrrrrrr!!!! *runs off into the woods*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*becomes lucid for a moment and turns over* Arathorn? *is suspended between consciousness and blankness*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*throws down his sword, kneels at BIngo's side, slips his hand under Bingo's head*

Yes, Arathorn, yes. You are safe now. The Warg is gone.

*searches Bingo's face while trying to blink back his own tears*

Let me have a look at you.

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, Arathorn. It's gone? *feels the hand behind his head, the first comfortable sensation he can remember* Are there stars?

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*swallows hard; tries to appear brave and wise*

Yes, it's gone. I scared it away. Or rather, my sword did.

And oh yes, there are stars. More than you can count.

*blinks more*

Bingo, you must stay still. I need to check you for injuries.

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*earnestly* Oh . . . you will find them; . . . I have many.

*reviews what each of them just uttered and perceives the unintentional humor of his own answer--a level of consciousness he had not known in days and begins a chuckle that ends in a pant, the ironic distance allowing him to recall his experience of these past two days--wheels in his head rusted by fear start rolling again--and from the greater height this distance affords, he falls back into sensation--sharp and searing and terrifying beyond naming, and so pours forth a wail born of the darkness he had just but returned from, a darkness that disperses in tears and sends tremors through his limbs; he cries and reaches for his friend*

To be continued . . .