In the house of mstar
By mstar
Flat Frodo woke and found he was lying in bed in a strange land. Perhaps he had been ill? But the ceiling looked strange; it was flat.
“In the house of mstar, and it is 2:45 in the afternoon, and you overslept. The Elves sent you here in a flat box from the ‘falls’ of the land of Texas, on the night of the 21st of August, and that is where you lost count,” said a voice nearby.
“Mistress mstar, is that you? Are we safe?” asked Flat Frodo.
Mistress mstar looked quickly at Flat Frodo.
“Yes, yes, you are safe for the present. That flat cardboard shipping box you came in gave you some strength, my dear flat Hobbit. Very soon there will be feasting and much merry making for there is to be a party of special magnificence! It is to celebrate both your arrival and my birthday, which is on this very day.”
It was a long awaited party with all the mstar families and relations attending.
Flat Frodo was safe at the “mstar Homely House” located in the lands that lay near the northern shores of The Gulf Of Mexico.
Soon he found he had no further need of rest or sleep. He quickly downed his cup of tea, but then had a mind for more food and drink, along with a bit of storytelling, singing, and dancing. He was not to be disappointed.
He got out of bed, reached for Sting and set off to look around. Soon he arrived in the great Hall where he had many meetings of some very old friends.
“Was Sam here before me and left this as a sign? The trees, grass, and weeds do grow rather large here.”
Taking Mistress mstar’s hand he asked if she would guide him around the magic dirt as he had allergies.
Mistress mstar then rose, threw open the doors, and came to the area known as the Living Room. “This is a room of much merrymaking, mirth, and lore!” she said. “It is here the great tale of ‘The Lord Of The Rings’ is told, then retold, and discussed for hours and days on end.
“A feast!” Flat Frodo exclaimed. “I do feel like eating and drinking!”
And eat and drink he did.
At the party Mr. Flat Frodo freely offered The Mistress of mstar the gift of “The One Ring.”
As Mistress mstar did as he bid, she said to no one in particular, as they were busy eating the rest of their vittles, “I passed the test, I will diminish and remain a beat-up, frazzled housewife. Master Flat Frodo, we will go to the west in a few days, on to Hollyweird. This task was given to you Flat Frodo and only you can do it. I will help you to bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear.”
“I know what I must do, only I am afraid to do it.” Flat Frodo attempted to squeeze out a single tear.
