Joaquin stopped to think for a bit. "I couldn't tell you, I'm sure it's been over a two years by now. Maybe three. I started following you guys a while back." He turned his eyes to the ceiling and tried to think how long it'd been.
"TWo years?" Carver gasped/ "I'll be in my twenties by then."
He places his small palms on his tiny face. "This is the worst thing ever. I was eaten by a book, kidnapped by pirates, nearly eaten by a giant rat, and now I am going to be stuck in a little man body with hairy feet while battling orcs and bringing the ring of doom to find that stupid Key."
Carver sighed heavily before looking over at the other hobbit. "I'm Carver, by the way. Carver from the Shire--" he stopped. He was doing it again. All he could think about was his nice warm hobbit hole and the Shire.
"I mean, I am Carver. From earth. Not middle earth. Really earth. With cell phones and football teams and the such." He nodded firmly.
Joaquin grinned. "I'm Joaquin, the Traveler from Coral." He looked down, studying his hands. They were tiny and his mind still hadn't caught up with the fact that he was a hobbit. Joquin kept expecting to find the next portal that would take him across Halla and to Bobby's aid.
He was in LOTR now, he needed to remember that and stop with his Pendragon mindset.
Miria followed the elf who had shown the newcomers to their rooms. "After ten years of being stuck here," she muttered, "I finally have a chance of getting home."
The elf smiled. "You will soon. Lord Elrond will assist you in sending a message to Lorien. You will find him on the terrace."
Miria nodded in respect. "Thank you," and parted ways with the elf.
((*gasp* I've read the Pendragon series too ^_^))
"Nice to meet you," Carver said, "Though I wish it had been on different circumstances."
He yawned, suddenly feeling extremely tired. "Well, I'm going to sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, I think. Night."
Carver pulled his covers down and snuggled under them. It wasn't too long before he was snoring softly.
((They were great!!!!!!!!))
Joaquin mumbled that it was nice to meet him as well, but his face was already in his pillow. He heard the soft snoring of the other hobbit and drifted off the soothing sound of another person's sleep.
((Soooooo, everyone else, do you want to go ahead and make it the morning we leave? That way the adventure can begin?)))
((Sounds good to me))
((Coolio, Hands (would you rather me call you T-Shirt or something else?:/) . I'll wait to see if the others reply. If they don't we'll def 'wake up' by monday.)))
((My name's Jason... but I go by Jase. *Virtual shrugging* Alright sounds good.))
(I'm fine with that.)
Carver woke up as the sunlight filtered into his room. He sat up- with a major case of bed-head - and stretched...and then reality crashed back down and he remembered what had happened the day before.
With a sigh Carver looked over at the other hobbit- Joaquin-. "Are you awake yet?"
Joaquin rolled over, groggily pushing his hair out out of his eyes and nodding. He was honestly expecting the light to filter in through water. He needed to keep in time with where he was. "Are we heading out today?"
"Yeah." Carver nodded and spotted a two piles of travel clothes for them. He quickly changed and then trotted over to the door. "Let's go get the girls."
After quickly donning the travel clothes, Joaquin followed Carver out to the lobby area between to the two wings. "They're probably up already, too." He moved hesitantly forward, not wanting to burst into a room of half-clothed girls.
Carver approached the girls' chambers and knocked. "Are you girls up and ready to go?"
"I'll be out in a second," Cloe calls, tying her hair back into a ponytail. She had woken up a few minutes earlier and dressed, so a moment later she was ready. She glances at the other girl, sighing quietly.
((Where has Athena gone?))
(I'm wondering that myself.)
((My laptop's broken, I'll be able to come back on sometime next week.
PLEASE DON'T DIE. BUMP BUMP BUMP))