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Ealasaid · 06-19-2003, 07:19 PM

Old Bill awoke from a shallow sleep to see all of the hobbits awake and gathered closely around the fire. They looked frightened, the lot of them. He could hear anxious whispers passing between them, something about yellow eyes watching from the grass beyond the circle of firelight. He sat up, his back making a loud pop in the process. One of the hobbits shushed him nervously. Like he could help it!

Even so, he didn't like being so far out from the fire and the rest of them. There was safety in numbers, after all, even if the rest of them were just hobbits. Drawing his trusty (rusty) sword Thunderill, he crawled awkwardly to where the hobbits were gathered.

"Eh, lad!" he whispered, tugging at the shirt of the nearest hobbit boy. "What is it?"

"I dunno," answered Ben. "It's got yellow eyes and it's watching us. Do ya...do ya suppose there are wargs in these parts?"

"Ooh, aye. There's been wargs in these parts," he said gruffly. "But I can't say as there are any now." He stood up, still holding his sword tightly.

At the mention of wargs, there was a rustle of fear through the hobbits. Old Bill looked around and saw their eyes were all wide as pie plates. He felt a bit nervous himself. He had never been within a thousand paces of a warg and had no desire to change that. Anxiously, he, too, squinted into the darkness.

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06-19-2003, 07:19 PM	#11
Ealasaid Wight Join Date: May 2003 Location: under a large pile of dirt & gravel Posts: 193	Old Bill awoke from a shallow sleep to see all of the hobbits awake and gathered closely around the fire. They looked frightened, the lot of them. He could hear anxious whispers passing between them, something about yellow eyes watching from the grass beyond the circle of firelight. He sat up, his back making a loud pop in the process. One of the hobbits shushed him nervously. Like he could help it! Even so, he didn't like being so far out from the fire and the rest of them. There was safety in numbers, after all, even if the rest of them were just hobbits. Drawing his trusty (rusty) sword Thunderill, he crawled awkwardly to where the hobbits were gathered. "Eh, lad!" he whispered, tugging at the shirt of the nearest hobbit boy. "What is it?" "I dunno," answered Ben. "It's got yellow eyes and it's watching us. Do ya...do ya suppose there are wargs in these parts?" "Ooh, aye. There's been wargs in these parts," he said gruffly. "But I can't say as there are any now." He stood up, still holding his sword tightly. At the mention of wargs, there was a rustle of fear through the hobbits. Old Bill looked around and saw their eyes were all wide as pie plates. He felt a bit nervous himself. He had never been within a thousand paces of a warg and had no desire to change that. Anxiously, he, too, squinted into the darkness.