Mentha tried to get her hands free but the robes were tight and secure. Around her was the entire group of bandits gathered, together with their enormous drooling dog.
“I think it’s a hobbit, Gordon!”
The big balled bandit who clearly was some sort of leader smacked the other bandit in the face with the back of his huge hand.
“I know it’s a hobbit, you moron!”
Mentha was tired of stupid smelling humans who tied her up.
“Let me go!” she yelled and wriggled in the robes.
The chief bandit, Gordon, stepped forward and kneeled to get closer. With an eerie sound he drew his long wicked dagger, which had seen a lot of action according to the deep notches in the blade.
“I don’t think so, hobbit.” He made the last word sound like an insult. “You see, this ugly fello’, Bastard, is very hungry. And while I don’t think hobbit would taste good in a stew, I don’t think Bastard would mind.”
It was far past noon and Mentha had been walking all morning. She didn’t even pause for a lunch break but kept walking while eating. Now her legs began to feel heavy and she wiped her forehead and took another sip of water.
Mentha was determined to see the elf again. The fact that she didn’t even knew his name was painful, a reminder that maybe she wasn’t so close to him as she wanted to be. He was ever present in her mind and thoughts. Everything reminded her of him, the sky was the colour of his eyes, a fern would look like one she had been staring at while afraid to look into his eyes. It was stupid and too sugar-sweet, and she couldn’t help it. She was exactly as awful as the silly girls back home, she used to roll her eyes when they talked about crushes and now she was just as bad. Maybe even worse.
Thinking about him all the time, made her feel connected to him, and it felt weird to consider, that maybe he had forgotten all about her. Or maybe he entertained the other beautiful elves with the story of how he had to save a plump and foolish hobbit from something as mundane as humans. And the tall blond elves would all laugh. And one of them, exceptionally stunning, would lean in and- No! There was no point driving herself crazy like that.
The young girl looked at the depth between the stars and shivered in her mortality. The robot across the table looked at the small human and tried to load her emotions. “You are not alone,” it said. “Thank you,” she whispered. The robot turned its metallic head and looked at the shining stars. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her,” the robot said.
Mentha pushed herself through another bush and tried to keep up with the swift elf. She was used to go through the forest off road, but this. This was something else. Panting she stumbled forward wondering where they were headed. She had completely lost her sense of direction and as she looked up to locate the sun, her foot was caught by a nasty root and she fell hard to the ground. Again. She was like a noisy and clumsy boar next to that elf.
“Wait!” she called from the ground as she pulled her foot lose and got up.
With a few light steps he came back to her.
“You have to slow down,” she said and felt awfully embarrassed. “I can’t… I can’t follow that speed. Short legs you know.” She stretched her leg at him, and he stared at it like he had never seen a leg before.
A fanfic about an adventurous hobbit and her elf rescuer.
As far as hobbits goes, Mentha had always been peculiar. It seemed like she was always missing and nor fences, duties or excellent company could keep her at one place for more than a minute. She was drawn to new places, her heart sighing for adventures and her feet itching to go.
“Who would be surprised? It runs in the family,” the neighbours would say to one another over the hedges. “One day she’ll get herself in trouble, that silly girl.”
Hi there, so here’s a letter from the deepest cavern of flu. I’ve been ill over and over again this winter and lately struck down by the meanest flu in the world. I’ve been sick for two weeks and are almost well again. Phew.
I want to tell you all about what’s happening since I haven’t posted in a while. A lot is going on actually.I’ve been working really hard on my game and in January I went to a reception with some people from the local game industry. My game The Cursed One now has its own website thecursedone.com and I’ve even got some business cards printed. The site still needs some work and doesn’t look perfect at phones but it’s a start. I’ll be posting news, updates and develop the site as I work so be sure to take a look. I’m considering making a ‘sign me up for a newsletter when the demo arrives’ kinda thing. Could be awesome. My goal is to release the free demo at the end of May. I’ve also made a thread on the amazing board Exilian, where I will try to update you on my developing process and share some inside stuff.
Another thing happening right now is that I’m taking a big step and will make my own business and work freelance.I’ve been searching for a job for a very long time, so now I’m super hooked to try to scrap up some minor jobs and see if I can make a living out of it. I have a degree in business communications and will be working mainly with texts in my native language. But if you have anything you want translated from English to Danish I might be interested.
I’ve also come up with some ideas for workshops for teens about non-linear storytelling and working with Twinery. Workshops that I might be able to sell to schools, I have many ideas and are excited to try them out.
So, a lot is happening thoughI’m not posting stories or texts here. Most of my writing these days are dialogue for the game. I’m battling sickness to try to work on my projects and business.Can’t wait to see how all this turns out.
Now I’m gonna crawl to bed with my new copy of Turtles all the way down and enjoy John Green’s amazing writing.
I’ve recently been on a course on how to write scripts for games and making games in RPG Maker MV. It was so much fun, amazing and creative people and a whole lot of work. On the course I began working on a game demo that will become a whole game. These days I spend most of my time working on the game demo.There’s a reception in January so that’s my deadline – sort of. RPG Maker MV is a great programme allowing people to create games without having to worry about programming or making graphics (super useful to someone like me that can do neither). The possibilities are many, I’ve chosen to make an adventure game like the old Legend of Zelda games or Pokémon. The battle style is much like the one in the old Pokémon games, due to the battle options with the standard programme. I’ll make more posts about the game, the story and the release so be sure to come back another day.
I’ve recorded a small cut scene that introduces a mini-quest of saving a wood cutter from some ghosts. (Please look past the grammar error. The video has no sound.)
Mike Williams did not wish for much. Most people dreamed of being millionaires, big celebrity stars or famous artists but Mike never had,he simply could not see the point of it. He thought it must be absolutely awful to be a celebrity and not having a private life at all. Or at least, having to struggle to have one. No, Mike liked being able to enjoy his front garden without being attacked by paparazzi or to go to the garden centre without being tackled by crazy stalkers.
It wasn’t that Mike didn’t have dreams. He dreamed of owninga lawn tractor. And when he dreamed big, he dreamed of owning a big lawn tractor.