Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 22 - 3 tipsy trolls: 1. The Muse - by Agape4Gondor
The Muse
"Hey, ho to the bottle I go," Oh no, Sam groaned aloud, wrong song, but kind of appropriate when writing about three tipsy trolls.
Frodo laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"Bilbo's trolls. I got to thinking about them this morning, while weeding the garden. Some of those weeds needed a troll to pull them up. Even with the new mining tools Gimli gave me, I still had trouble doing it."
"What! What about the soil Galadriel gave you? Wouldn't it help keep the weeds away?"
"No. Weeds seem to love the stuff. Everything seems to love the stuff. I_m doomed."
"Then why aren't you out in the garden?"
"I told you. I got thinking about the trolls and I had to write. Something called a Muse keeps yelling at me. Won't leave me alone, so I came in here and I intend to write until I'm finished. But I've lost my thought and can't find it."
"Trolls. Well, you could write about when we found the stone ones."
"No. I wanted to write about live ones. Ah!" he shrieked (most unusual for Sam), "I remember now. 'Troll sat alone on a seat of stone..'" He smiled broadly. "That's better!"
"Hey, ho to the bottle I go," Oh no, Sam groaned aloud, wrong song, but kind of appropriate when writing about three tipsy trolls.
Frodo laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"Bilbo's trolls. I got to thinking about them this morning, while weeding the garden. Some of those weeds needed a troll to pull them up. Even with the new mining tools Gimli gave me, I still had trouble doing it."
"What! What about the soil Galadriel gave you? Wouldn't it help keep the weeds away?"
"No. Weeds seem to love the stuff. Everything seems to love the stuff. I_m doomed."
"Then why aren't you out in the garden?"
"I told you. I got thinking about the trolls and I had to write. Something called a Muse keeps yelling at me. Won't leave me alone, so I came in here and I intend to write until I'm finished. But I've lost my thought and can't find it."
"Trolls. Well, you could write about when we found the stone ones."
"No. I wanted to write about live ones. Ah!" he shrieked (most unusual for Sam), "I remember now. 'Troll sat alone on a seat of stone..'" He smiled broadly. "That's better!"
