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Carnëiach · 10-08-2002, 06:12 AM

*****The Shire******

Brando had spent the day wandering around Bree and was still fasinated by the town, as many of the inhabitants were fascinated by the hobbit boy who galloped around Bree in such an energetic fashion. Near teatime, Brando decided to wander back to the inn, although he was reluctant to do so, remebering Hardos treatment last time he'd come back after running off. Still, this time it was the old misers fault- if you locked up an adventuruous hobbit lad in a room, especially a room that could be unlocked with only a little difficulty from the inside, did you honestly expect such a bold adventurer not to get out? Brando smiled to himself- silly old miser probably hadnt even realised it could be undone from the inside!
AS he approached the inn, the young hobbit noticed a new cart outside it. Its inhabitants were just departing inside. Funny, they seemed very short to be men, yet far to tall to be hobbits...A smile crept over Brandos face as he realised who these people must be, remembering Uncle Pips stories once again. He raced even faster towards the Prancing Pony, and burst through the door. Some of the customers looked up for a moment, mildly surprised to see a door burst open apparently of its own accord(he was far to low to be seen) but he didnt notice them.
"Dwarves!" He breathed as he saw the gruff figures standing at the bar. Huffing and puffing at the other side of the room was Hardo, although Brando couldnt hear what he was saying, just wondered what he was whinging about this time. He crept up to the bar and watched the dwarves in awe until one turned around.
"Hoe, Theron, look at this; a miniture hobbit!" He cried, speaking to another dwarf, who looked to be their leader. Brando beamed and bowed hastily. The leader approached him, his voice deep and gruff, but gentle.
"Ah, a hobbit will be sure to be able tyo tell us the wherabouts of others; what are the little people doing in the mens town of bree?"
Brando took a deep breath, feeling very important.
"Well sir, we're going to see the King!"

[ October 08, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ]

10-08-2002, 06:12 AM	#179
Carnëiach Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: away with the goblins Posts: 57	***The Shire**** Brando had spent the day wandering around Bree and was still fasinated by the town, as many of the inhabitants were fascinated by the hobbit boy who galloped around Bree in such an energetic fashion. Near teatime, Brando decided to wander back to the inn, although he was reluctant to do so, remebering Hardos treatment last time he'd come back after running off. Still, this time it was the old misers fault- if you locked up an adventuruous hobbit lad in a room, especially a room that could be unlocked with only a little difficulty from the inside, did you honestly expect such a bold adventurer not to get out? Brando smiled to himself- silly old miser probably hadnt even realised it could be undone from the inside! AS he approached the inn, the young hobbit noticed a new cart outside it. Its inhabitants were just departing inside. Funny, they seemed very short to be men, yet far to tall to be hobbits...A smile crept over Brandos face as he realised who these people must be, remembering Uncle Pips stories once again. He raced even faster towards the Prancing Pony, and burst through the door. Some of the customers looked up for a moment, mildly surprised to see a door burst open apparently of its own accord(he was far to low to be seen) but he didnt notice them. "Dwarves!" He breathed as he saw the gruff figures standing at the bar. Huffing and puffing at the other side of the room was Hardo, although Brando couldnt hear what he was saying, just wondered what he was whinging about this time. He crept up to the bar and watched the dwarves in awe until one turned around. "Hoe, Theron, look at this; a miniture hobbit!" He cried, speaking to another dwarf, who looked to be their leader. Brando beamed and bowed hastily. The leader approached him, his voice deep and gruff, but gentle. "Ah, a hobbit will be sure to be able tyo tell us the wherabouts of others; what are the little people doing in the mens town of bree?" Brando took a deep breath, feeling very important. "Well sir, we're going to see the King!" [ October 08, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ] __________________ I never saw a wild thing that felt sorry for itself. A bird can fall frozen dead from a bough, without ever feeling sorry for itself. GI Jane (ok, DH Laurence) Carnëiach (Amanaduial the Archer)