Sort Of(Completed)

We Sing About Hobbits

Farlo was really starting to tick me off.

He made the entire way to the entrance of town, which would normally take about twenty minutes to get to, tops, possibly an hour trip. And it was still four AM.

It was pretty quiet while we walked. Thomas still knew where to go, and the only thing that would break the silence is when Thomas would mutter to go left or right.

My feet slapped against the churned up sidewalk, and I saw so many houses in shambles. My parents were probably worried to death. I imagine I'll be punished when I get back. Notice I said when, and not if. Trying to stay positive here.

Soon, the ground sloped upwards, to make a very steep hill. It seemed like a mountain instead of a hill. I was already breathing hard. And then I heard Radar saying something. No, he was singing.

I strained my ears to listen, and I heard him singing, "Far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns cold..." I looked at him incredulously, and Thomas snorted. "Radar? Are you singing that song from The Hobbit?" Radar shrugged. "I just thought of it. I wanted to lighten the mood." Mercury playfully nudged him. "Well then go on and sing, fanboy." Thomas rolled his eyes. "We all know you and Cricket love Harry Potter."

I looked at Mercury, and then laughed. Mercury looked hard at Radar. "That was supposed to be a secret."

Soon, we were all laughing and singing as we climbed up the hill.

We all had our arms around each other, and we skipped up the hill. I laughed as the other three all sang "THE HOBBITS ARE OFF TO ISENGARD THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS THE HOBBITS!"

We all collapsed in a heap up the hill. I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. The other three joked about while I took out the book. Since we were taking a break, it couldn't hurt to do some research.

I turned through the book, touching the worn pages. They reminded me of this library I once went to in another country. All the books were so old, in order to read them, you had to wear gloves. I wore gloves while I read some of Shakespeare's Hamlet.

I mostly read the counter curse over and over again, until I head someone come over by me. It was Thomas. He looked sad. "Cricket...I know it was my fault for the curse. I did all this. And I don't want you to have to feel so obligated to fix it for me. I mean, I know I can't touch the book, but maybe you should put it down for a bit."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him I felt Heather on a personal level, and I couldn't tell him about the dream. It would just be too much.

So instead, I only put a hand over my heart. I gave him a sincere look.

Thomas looked at me in the eye for a moment, and then nodded solemnly. "No words need to be spoken, Cricket."

He left to go back by the other two.

I wanted to shove off again, so I shuffled my feet, and jerked my head. Everybody stood up. Radar patted me on the back. "Your determination both excites me and exhausts me. Well, let's head."

I really hope Farlo will give me a bit of a break. I mean, he's a nice guy.

Sort of.

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There's the phrase! Haven't used it in a bit.

-Clo