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Susan Delgado · 09-29-2002, 03:10 PM

******Shire******

Hardo glanced disapprovingly between the remains of the fire and the soundly sleeping Hobbits. He should have known they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Ah, well, it was too late to do anything about now.

He made breakfast for himself, bacon fried with apples. The bacon seemed all right, but the apples were old and mealy.

The smell woke the others, but Hardo had only made enough for himself. When they complained, he said, "Didn't you three already have breakfast?" and gestured at their unwashed dishes. As he spoke, he stomped on the fire, putting it out.

They grumbled and ate more of the omnipresent muffins with customary ill grace. Then they all saddled up and started out.

They rode along the eaves of the Old Forest. The road, while reasonably smooth, was littered with leaves and sticks and other detritus from the forest.

Hardo watched the trees apprehensively; he'd heard things about The Old Forest that he didn't like. Things like trees walking and malignant sprits grabbing folk and never letting them go. It was a place of terror for him, and he'd hoped never to be any nearer to it than his hole in Michel Delving, but here he was, with three rambunctious children who no doubt paid no heed to such stories and so had no caution. He wouldn't be surprised if one of them even decided it might be "fun" to explore the forest!

He shivered in an unsavory anticipation and firmly set his thoughts away from the forest and down the road to...where? They had no destination he wanted to reach. He would have cried if he could, but he looked at the sky and watched the clouds instead. Clouds had always been things of peace to him, one of the few things he was able to enjoy completely without reservations.

[ September 29, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

09-29-2002, 03:10 PM	#85
Susan Delgado The Perished Flame Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: behind my eyes Posts: 1,096	****Shire**** Hardo glanced disapprovingly between the remains of the fire and the soundly sleeping Hobbits. He should have known they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Ah, well, it was too late to do anything about now. He made breakfast for himself, bacon fried with apples. The bacon seemed all right, but the apples were old and mealy. The smell woke the others, but Hardo had only made enough for himself. When they complained, he said, "Didn't you three already have breakfast?" and gestured at their unwashed dishes. As he spoke, he stomped on the fire, putting it out. They grumbled and ate more of the omnipresent muffins with customary ill grace. Then they all saddled up and started out. They rode along the eaves of the Old Forest. The road, while reasonably smooth, was littered with leaves and sticks and other detritus from the forest. Hardo watched the trees apprehensively; he'd heard things about The Old Forest that he didn't like. Things like trees walking and malignant sprits grabbing folk and never letting them go. It was a place of terror for him, and he'd hoped never to be any nearer to it than his hole in Michel Delving, but here he was, with three rambunctious children who no doubt paid no heed to such stories and so had no caution. He wouldn't be surprised if one of them even decided it might be "fun" to explore the forest! He shivered in an unsavory anticipation and firmly set his thoughts away from the forest and down the road to...where? They had no destination he wanted to reach. He would have cried if he could, but he looked at the sky and watched the clouds instead. Clouds had always been things of peace to him, one of the few things he was able to enjoy completely without reservations. [ September 29, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ] __________________ "Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"