*clicks beak in excitement, then notices that this hobbit looks like the less mean than the mean hobbit; is nervous and thinks perhaps most hobbits look like that*
*but is still lonely*
*waves tip of a tentacle in what she hopes is a friendly manner; is not encouraged when the hobbit steps back, but continues anyway*
*looks at AL, determines that it is indeed who is speaking to her* Uh . . . ah, hello. Yes, you would be a leviathan, wouldn't you now? *licks lips nervously*
My! Things have really changed in Bywater since last I came to the market down here, but I suppose that's not surprising with all that's happened in the Shire the last couple of years. *small laugh*
I'm Adamanta Chubb-Took, of Tuckborough, and The Took of Great Smials, for now anyway. *curtsies as formally as her old bones will allow her* And who might you be?
From Dol Amroth? My! How did you manage to get here?
*relaxes a bit until AL sends the tentacle towards her, backs a few steps*
Well, that's terrible! Everyone needs a name! *somehow realizes its motions are revealing sadness* I'm so sorry about your parents. *looks at the tentacle* You're scaring me with that . . . dear. Are you trying to hurt me?
*is confused at first, but then realises that these hobbit things have ways of expression themselves that don't require beaks or tentacles; realises she doesn't have hands or lips or anything like that; doesn't quite put the two together yet*
Leviathan is not mean! *waves tentacles in distressed manner*
Hobbits think she is, but she isn't most of the time. She's lonely. She had a friend once, but he only wanted fish. And a book. He didn't want to talk to Leviathan.
*pulls tentacles back; considers slipping back into the water; is very confused by hobbits and hobbit-related creatures*
*ducks as she waves tentacles* Ah, I quite understand, dear, but you see . . . you are rather big and your . . . tentacles, is it? Your tentacles could easily hurt us, even by accident, you see. Don't be upset, dear. Understand that getting to know you requires us little hobbits to put far more trust in you than you need put in us.
Don't know. Plot device that didn't work out, I think; and now I'm stuck. That's where the ticket took me.
*ponders; moves tentacles in a pondering manner*
*isn't sure about this, but has nothing better to do at the moment*
*pulls tentacles back* But they're not big tentacles, like Da's were. *looks at tentacles and suckers; has no idea what Adamanta is talking about, but pretends she does*
I'm trustworthy. Most of the time. But I'm thinking about entering that 12 step program for the spoon thing. I am. Are you?
*nods, and having been mother and grandmother of half the Shire, knows she's not being given the whole story*
*knows an innocent act when she sees one, and if it's not, is sure it's a severe enough case of denial in the size difference between them and the lethalness of her tentacles to the prey she catches with them to warrant mistrust in itself *
I'm sure, dear. Yes, of course. Well, it's been nice chatting with you. Bye for now.
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*clicks beak in anticipation*
*props self up on tentacles, tries to look casual*
Um .... hullo Hobbit.
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*glances about as she takes a step away from the shoreline, calls out* Who said hello?
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*but is still lonely*
*waves tip of a tentacle in what she hopes is a friendly manner; is not encouraged when the hobbit steps back, but continues anyway*
'Ullo, Hobbit. Here. The leviathan. Hi.
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My! Things have really changed in Bywater since last I came to the market down here, but I suppose that's not surprising with all that's happened in the Shire the last couple of years. *small laugh*
I'm Adamanta Chubb-Took, of Tuckborough, and The Took of Great Smials, for now anyway. *curtsies as formally as her old bones will allow her* And who might you be?
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Leviathan, yes! From Dol Amroth!
*decides perhaps this hobbit is not mean or rude; extends tentacles cordially - as cordially as a leviathan can*
I'm ..... I don't have a name. Mum and Da were killed before they could name me.
*wipes away tear with tentacle, looks down*
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*relaxes a bit until AL sends the tentacle towards her, backs a few steps*
Well, that's terrible! Everyone needs a name! *somehow realizes its motions are revealing sadness* I'm so sorry about your parents. *looks at the tentacle* You're scaring me with that . . . dear. Are you trying to hurt me?
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*wipes away another tear*
*is confused at first, but then realises that these hobbit things have ways of expression themselves that don't require beaks or tentacles; realises she doesn't have hands or lips or anything like that; doesn't quite put the two together yet*
Leviathan is not mean! *waves tentacles in distressed manner*
Hobbits think she is, but she isn't most of the time. She's lonely. She had a friend once, but he only wanted fish. And a book. He didn't want to talk to Leviathan.
*pulls tentacles back; considers slipping back into the water; is very confused by hobbits and hobbit-related creatures*
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*ducks as she waves tentacles* Ah, I quite understand, dear, but you see . . . you are rather big and your . . . tentacles, is it? Your tentacles could easily hurt us, even by accident, you see. Don't be upset, dear. Understand that getting to know you requires us little hobbits to put far more trust in you than you need put in us.
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*ponders; moves tentacles in a pondering manner*
*isn't sure about this, but has nothing better to do at the moment*
*pulls tentacles back* But they're not big tentacles, like Da's were. *looks at tentacles and suckers; has no idea what Adamanta is talking about, but pretends she does*
I'm trustworthy. Most of the time. But I'm thinking about entering that 12 step program for the spoon thing. I am. Are you?
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*knows an innocent act when she sees one, and if it's not, is sure it's a severe enough case of denial in the size difference between them and the lethalness of her tentacles to the prey she catches with them to warrant mistrust in itself *
I'm sure, dear. Yes, of course. Well, it's been nice chatting with you. Bye for now.
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*slips back into the pond*
*sulks*
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