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Child of the 7th Age · 01-30-2004, 10:26 AM

Hawthorne Brandybuck

A story?....

Hawthorne's eyes lit up and her face relaxed in a broad smile at the prospect of hearing a story. It was a good fifty miles from Brandy Hall to Hobbiton, and they had covered the ground as quickly as they could, camping outside at night rather than stopping off at Inns. They'd been too busy travelling to bother with story or song, and Hawthorne had missed that.

Even back at Brandy Hall a story was a rare treat. Her grandmother had known how to tell tales, and also her nanny Cami, who'd taken care of her when she was very young. But they had both been gone for some time, and neither of Hawthorne's parents were very good with stories. In fact, she had to read her precious books of dwarven tales and hobbit history out in the stables late at night, so her mother wouldn't notice what she was doing. Except for Hawthorne, all the members of her family considered such tales to be impractical and useless. Her mother was always reminding her that she would be better off spending her time figuring out ways to lure a rich Hobbit lad into her clutches so that she could marry well.

The best storyteller Hawthorne knew was Master Merry. The young hobbit would sometimes talk about the Scouring or how he had fought in the Great War. Of those fine tales, Hawthorne's favorite was where Eowyn helped to slay the Witch King and then went on to marry Faramir. Unfortunately, Master Merry was often busy with all the things he had to do to run Brandy Hall and help the families there, so he generally didn't get to tell such tales, except on special feast days or at a party.

All this flashed through her mind in a single instant. She turned around to face Aldwine and beamed back at him, "Oh, yes, I should very much like that. To hear a tale, I mean. It's been a while since I've listened to a really good yarn." She sat down on one of the chairs, beckoning him to do the same, and, as a gesture of courtesy, ordered both of them a large mug of steaming tea flavored with honey.

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01-30-2004, 10:26 AM	#106
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Hawthorne Brandybuck A story?.... Hawthorne's eyes lit up and her face relaxed in a broad smile at the prospect of hearing a story. It was a good fifty miles from Brandy Hall to Hobbiton, and they had covered the ground as quickly as they could, camping outside at night rather than stopping off at Inns. They'd been too busy travelling to bother with story or song, and Hawthorne had missed that. Even back at Brandy Hall a story was a rare treat. Her grandmother had known how to tell tales, and also her nanny Cami, who'd taken care of her when she was very young. But they had both been gone for some time, and neither of Hawthorne's parents were very good with stories. In fact, she had to read her precious books of dwarven tales and hobbit history out in the stables late at night, so her mother wouldn't notice what she was doing. Except for Hawthorne, all the members of her family considered such tales to be impractical and useless. Her mother was always reminding her that she would be better off spending her time figuring out ways to lure a rich Hobbit lad into her clutches so that she could marry well. The best storyteller Hawthorne knew was Master Merry. The young hobbit would sometimes talk about the Scouring or how he had fought in the Great War. Of those fine tales, Hawthorne's favorite was where Eowyn helped to slay the Witch King and then went on to marry Faramir. Unfortunately, Master Merry was often busy with all the things he had to do to run Brandy Hall and help the families there, so he generally didn't get to tell such tales, except on special feast days or at a party. All this flashed through her mind in a single instant. She turned around to face Aldwine and beamed back at him, "Oh, yes, I should very much like that. To hear a tale, I mean. It's been a while since I've listened to a really good yarn." She sat down on one of the chairs, beckoning him to do the same, and, as a gesture of courtesy, ordered both of them a large mug of steaming tea flavored with honey. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:21 PM January 30, 2004: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.