[Nurumaiel]

First of all I'd like to say how glad I am there's a new thread! Only one page to deal with (so far). Come to think of it, I need to save the most memorable posts from thread #1 in a Word document so I can remember it all.

Only 3 miles more to the Old Forest! Yesterday I took the 2-mile trail by the lake again while rehearsing my history in the art of Irish Dance. It might be an interesting story to some people some day, so I mean to keep it. Through different Irish dances, I've found that some of them could be considered 'hobbit.' I doubt if hardshoe could be considered hobbit, however, since they don't wear shoes.

I'm glad to know I'm nearly 100 miles from home. Well, of course I'd like to be back at Hobbiton, but it means I'm getting there. I'm nearly jumping up and down with excitement to think that in just five days I'll be back with my beloved pony and we can start walking together. I wonder what will happen when I show up at the arena and start measuring it with a tape measure, however? [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] Strange looks, I'm sure, and questions. Ah well.

Recently I've been taking the dog, Frodo, on my adventures. As a matter of fact, I've been doing that for about a month now. But now after many warnings I've hooked up a leash to his collar and said regretfully, "I told you if you didn't stop barking at passers-by, I'd have to put a leash on you." But whether on a leash or not, he's could protection against the Black Riders.

Lyra, what kind of proposal do you mean? *looks rather shocked* The worst the Black Riders have ever done to this hobbit is saying, "Hello." And this hobbit timidly says hello back and quickens the pace before they realize that they were speaking to a dangerous creature and urge their black steeds after her.