******The Shire******
Orlo's last thoughts before he dropped off to sleep were certainly very grumpy ones. He was tired out ("Thank you very much, Hardo Proudfoot"). He fell asleep, and dozed contentedly for a an hour or two before he was awoken by a persistent rumbling in his empty stomach. He sat up. The base of his spine ached where a stone had dug into it, and his legs were very stiff. "Nothing like a good fire to get rid of the pain!" he thought cheerfully. He leaned over and prodded Odo and Brando awake. He wondered whether to wake Hardo or not, but a warning voice in his head told him that Hardo wouldn't be very pleased to be woken up at midnight.
He smiled gleefully at the younger hobbits, and unpacked some firewood. Pretty soon, they were all pleasantly warm and munching away at toasted muffins.
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