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Child of the 7th Age · 10-16-2003, 02:49 PM

Andreth

Andreth smiled at Berilac and reassured him, "That should be no problem. You can pick the children up right after mid-day. We've suggested they bring along a small bucket with food to eat at school so they won't get too hungry walking home. I know some of them have a ways to go." This was especially true for the hobbit children, since, by preference, many of their families had delved burrows a good ways up on Bree-Hill, over half a mile east of the Inn.

Andreth said her good-nights to Berilac and escorted him through the Inn-yard and out the archway, with a promise to see him on the morrow. She barred the heavy gate that stood facing the East Road, checking the latch twice to be sure that it had actually engaged. Cook might be worrying too much about hobbit visitors, but Andreth admitted that she did have a point. In times like these, everyone needed to take extra precautions.

Her own sleeping chamber lay on the ground floor behind the parlour and the Common Room, directly across from the kitchen and a private dining area. Her footsteps lagged as she wearily made her way towards her room, reflecting on what Berilac had said. She hadn't had the heart to tell him 'no', but she had serious doubts about the ability of such small folk to be able to bring in so many wagonloads of crops and supplies.

Still, perhaps it would work if these small folk only dealt with other hobbit families. She made a mental note to herself to speak with Mayor Harald the next day and see if any progress had been made on recruiting more of the Big Folk who could volunteer their time and efforts gathering up the crops and hauling them into town.

With a dozen thoughts still spinning in her mind, she lay down on her bed and gazed out the window, wishing for the tenth time that evening that her Bergil could be here to help. But wishing did not change anything. He was not here so she'd have to do the best she could on her own. With a sense of unrest, and a nagging feeling that she had overlooked something important in all her plans, she quickly fell into a troubled sleep, tossing about in her bed, until the rooster's crow awoke her at the earliest hint of dawn.

[ October 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

10-16-2003, 02:49 PM	#58
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Andreth Andreth smiled at Berilac and reassured him, "That should be no problem. You can pick the children up right after mid-day. We've suggested they bring along a small bucket with food to eat at school so they won't get too hungry walking home. I know some of them have a ways to go." This was especially true for the hobbit children, since, by preference, many of their families had delved burrows a good ways up on Bree-Hill, over half a mile east of the Inn. Andreth said her good-nights to Berilac and escorted him through the Inn-yard and out the archway, with a promise to see him on the morrow. She barred the heavy gate that stood facing the East Road, checking the latch twice to be sure that it had actually engaged. Cook might be worrying too much about hobbit visitors, but Andreth admitted that she did have a point. In times like these, everyone needed to take extra precautions. Her own sleeping chamber lay on the ground floor behind the parlour and the Common Room, directly across from the kitchen and a private dining area. Her footsteps lagged as she wearily made her way towards her room, reflecting on what Berilac had said. She hadn't had the heart to tell him 'no', but she had serious doubts about the ability of such small folk to be able to bring in so many wagonloads of crops and supplies. Still, perhaps it would work if these small folk only dealt with other hobbit families. She made a mental note to herself to speak with Mayor Harald the next day and see if any progress had been made on recruiting more of the Big Folk who could volunteer their time and efforts gathering up the crops and hauling them into town. With a dozen thoughts still spinning in her mind, she lay down on her bed and gazed out the window, wishing for the tenth time that evening that her Bergil could be here to help. But wishing did not change anything. He was not here so she'd have to do the best she could on her own. With a sense of unrest, and a nagging feeling that she had overlooked something important in all her plans, she quickly fell into a troubled sleep, tossing about in her bed, until the rooster's crow awoke her at the earliest hint of dawn. [ October 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.