Hobbitdale - Part 2
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fardell2421 September, FA 1997
Daria walked with the Human girl she had met in the Self-Esteem class, Jane Lane, towards her house. She was amazed that Hobbitdale seemed to have a majority Hobbit population, whereas Highland was mostly human. ‘Hence the name, I guess,’ she thought. (She didn’t know what Beavis and Butthead were...)
Jane was speaking. “So, then, after the role-playing, next class they put the girls and the guys in separate rooms and a female counselor talks to us about body image.”
“What do they talk to the boys about?” Daria asked.
“A classroom full of guys and a male teacher?” Jane asked, looking at Daria incredulously.
They came to a stop “Nocturnal Emissions.”
“I don’t get it Jane. You've got the entire course memorized. How come you can't pass the test to get out?”
“I could pass the test, but I like having low self-esteem. It makes me feel special.”
‘Right,’ Daria thought. They turned into another street, this one with more Human style houses rather than the nearly ubiquitous Hobbit-holes.
“So, you’re a half-Elf?” Jane asked, turning to the tall girl beside her.
Daria was taken aback. “How did you know?” she asked.
“I noticed your ears. You may try to hide it, but they showed momentarily,” Jane said.
“Oops,” Daria said.
“Why hide your heritage?” Jane asked.
“My sister flaunts it,” Daria said.
“Oh!” Jane said.
They entered Jane’s house, a Victorian style farmhouse that had been overtaken by Hobbitdale’s urban expansion. Daria noticed a strange sculpture to the left of the path as she went in.
Half an hour later, after driving away a couple of Orcs whom had tried to foreclose on the Lanes (Jane’s parents were somewhere in Harafrica), Jane and Daria were eating pizza in the kitchen.
“So, your mother’s an Elf?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Daria said, knowing that Jane wouldn’t consider Morgendorffer to be an Elven name.
“Is she like really old. Like, did she experience the Roman Empire or something like that?”
“No, she is much younger. She is a native born New Numenorean, born in the decades after the War of Independence,” Daria said.
“Still rather cool,” Jane said.
“Jane, it isn’t all glamorous. Elves are no different to Humans, Hobbits, Dwarves or even Orcs. The only difference is that they have uber-longevity,” Daria said.
“I guess so. Your family are the only Elves I know of in Hobbitdale,” Jane said, apologetically.
Daria smiled a Mona Lisa smile.
The two new friends continued to talk for a while prior to Daria going home.
Daria walked with the Human girl she had met in the Self-Esteem class, Jane Lane, towards her house. She was amazed that Hobbitdale seemed to have a majority Hobbit population, whereas Highland was mostly human. ‘Hence the name, I guess,’ she thought. (She didn’t know what Beavis and Butthead were...)
Jane was speaking. “So, then, after the role-playing, next class they put the girls and the guys in separate rooms and a female counselor talks to us about body image.”
“What do they talk to the boys about?” Daria asked.
“A classroom full of guys and a male teacher?” Jane asked, looking at Daria incredulously.
They came to a stop “Nocturnal Emissions.”
“I don’t get it Jane. You've got the entire course memorized. How come you can't pass the test to get out?”
“I could pass the test, but I like having low self-esteem. It makes me feel special.”
‘Right,’ Daria thought. They turned into another street, this one with more Human style houses rather than the nearly ubiquitous Hobbit-holes.
“So, you’re a half-Elf?” Jane asked, turning to the tall girl beside her.
Daria was taken aback. “How did you know?” she asked.
“I noticed your ears. You may try to hide it, but they showed momentarily,” Jane said.
“Oops,” Daria said.
“Why hide your heritage?” Jane asked.
“My sister flaunts it,” Daria said.
“Oh!” Jane said.
They entered Jane’s house, a Victorian style farmhouse that had been overtaken by Hobbitdale’s urban expansion. Daria noticed a strange sculpture to the left of the path as she went in.
Half an hour later, after driving away a couple of Orcs whom had tried to foreclose on the Lanes (Jane’s parents were somewhere in Harafrica), Jane and Daria were eating pizza in the kitchen.
“So, your mother’s an Elf?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” Daria said, knowing that Jane wouldn’t consider Morgendorffer to be an Elven name.
“Is she like really old. Like, did she experience the Roman Empire or something like that?”
“No, she is much younger. She is a native born New Numenorean, born in the decades after the War of Independence,” Daria said.
“Still rather cool,” Jane said.
“Jane, it isn’t all glamorous. Elves are no different to Humans, Hobbits, Dwarves or even Orcs. The only difference is that they have uber-longevity,” Daria said.
“I guess so. Your family are the only Elves I know of in Hobbitdale,” Jane said, apologetically.
Daria smiled a Mona Lisa smile.
The two new friends continued to talk for a while prior to Daria going home.
