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piosenniel · 11-03-2003, 03:24 PM

Berilac

Berilac stopped first at the Town Hall. It was very early in the morning and the only one about was the Mayor’s scribe who had come in to put the finishing flourishes on some papers the Mayor had asked him to draw up. ‘Mayor Chetwood will still be at home . . . sir,’ he added as an after thought, knowing the Mayor favored cooperation between the Big and Little Folk. He gave directions to the Ranger and pointed the way down the street to get him started.

The Mayor was indeed at home, and after his initial surprise of finding Berilac on his doorstep, he invited him in. ‘I’ll not take up much of your time,’ the Ranger began, opening up the notebook he held in his hand. Harald bade him sit down at the kitchen table with him – to have a mug of tea while he finished his own breakfast.

Moving his finger from place to place along the drawing of the hedge he and the children had made yesterday, Berilac pointed out the places that needed shoring up. And his suggestions for doing so. At each of the three gates, he paused and looked at his notes, detailing the work needing to be done there.

By the time he was finished, the mayor was rubbing his forehead, looking as if a headache was on the verge of slipping in on him. ‘So much to do,’ he murmured, drawing the notebook toward him and studying the drawing himself.

Berilac spoke up, asking if he might help by organizing the Hobbit folk. They could be set to work filling in the hedge gaps. As for the gates, he thought that probably the Big Folk had more resources to work on them.

‘Your suggestion has some merit, Berilac,’ returned the mayor. ‘Let me give some consideration to it. Can you come by the Town Hall later today and we’ll discuss it further. I have to think, too, how we can rebuild the dike.’

The Ranger stood, thanking the mayor for his time, and took his leave, saying he would indeed call in at the Town Hall later.

[ November 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

11-03-2003, 03:24 PM	#123
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Berilac Berilac stopped first at the Town Hall. It was very early in the morning and the only one about was the Mayor’s scribe who had come in to put the finishing flourishes on some papers the Mayor had asked him to draw up. ‘Mayor Chetwood will still be at home . . . sir,’ he added as an after thought, knowing the Mayor favored cooperation between the Big and Little Folk. He gave directions to the Ranger and pointed the way down the street to get him started. The Mayor was indeed at home, and after his initial surprise of finding Berilac on his doorstep, he invited him in. ‘I’ll not take up much of your time,’ the Ranger began, opening up the notebook he held in his hand. Harald bade him sit down at the kitchen table with him – to have a mug of tea while he finished his own breakfast. Moving his finger from place to place along the drawing of the hedge he and the children had made yesterday, Berilac pointed out the places that needed shoring up. And his suggestions for doing so. At each of the three gates, he paused and looked at his notes, detailing the work needing to be done there. By the time he was finished, the mayor was rubbing his forehead, looking as if a headache was on the verge of slipping in on him. ‘So much to do,’ he murmured, drawing the notebook toward him and studying the drawing himself. Berilac spoke up, asking if he might help by organizing the Hobbit folk. They could be set to work filling in the hedge gaps. As for the gates, he thought that probably the Big Folk had more resources to work on them. ‘Your suggestion has some merit, Berilac,’ returned the mayor. ‘Let me give some consideration to it. Can you come by the Town Hall later today and we’ll discuss it further. I have to think, too, how we can rebuild the dike.’ The Ranger stood, thanking the mayor for his time, and took his leave, saying he would indeed call in at the Town Hall later. [ November 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.