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Birdland · 08-19-2002, 05:29 AM

Bird sat on the shoulder of the peddler and looked around in awe at the masses of halflings stuggling up the mountain pass.

"They sing", Bird shook her head. "After all they have been through, and all they have seen, they sing. I expect when they reach the top, they'll have a snowball battle to celebrate the occasion, while the world tumbles beneath them."

Ancalimon chuckled. It seemed at time that the old peddler was but a hobbit himself sometimes, despite his height. "It is the gift of Eru. The Gift of Forgetfulness. One of his greatest, I sometimes think."

"Perhaps," mused Bird. Since the gift of Remembering seems to have done Men little good, if Remembering past sorrows is meant to keep you from repeating them." She watched as Maura took a child from a tired mother and swung the girl up on his shoulders, much to her delight. She waved to the peddler and the bird, still not quite at their level. "I wish I could take them all with me when we leave. Hobbits in the First and Second Age just doesn't seem to fit."

"Oh, they have their roles, though it too will be hidden by the loftier tales of Elves and Men. At least until the Third Age. Would you question the wisdom of the One, Skin-Changer?" Ancalimon raised his strangely bushy eyebrows and gave a mock scowl.

"Constantly," said Bird with a shrug. "though the answers are slow in coming, if they come at all. For instance; perhaps now that he has revealed the role of the Halflings in the Song, he might be so kind as to reveal MY own role?"

Ancalimon laughed, "But it seems He already has, little changling. Else what would you be doing here?" Bird ruffled her feathers in irritation. "You know that's not what I meant." The peddler just strode along the trail in silence. "Where are they, Ancalimon? You would know. At least, I would think you would know".

Ancalimon paused, looking out over the glory of Beleriand as it was, all soon to end to make way for another Age. "The Fourth Age has begun. There are still other tales to be told. Perhaps the Southern Lands will finally reveal their role in Middle-Earth." he said quietly.

Bird looked out at the vast land below them, catching the glint of the sun on the mighty Sirion below. "Thank you." she said.

"You're quite welcome, Birdland."

[ August 19, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

08-19-2002, 05:29 AM	#573
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	Bird sat on the shoulder of the peddler and looked around in awe at the masses of halflings stuggling up the mountain pass. "They sing", Bird shook her head. "After all they have been through, and all they have seen, they sing. I expect when they reach the top, they'll have a snowball battle to celebrate the occasion, while the world tumbles beneath them." Ancalimon chuckled. It seemed at time that the old peddler was but a hobbit himself sometimes, despite his height. "It is the gift of Eru. The Gift of Forgetfulness. One of his greatest, I sometimes think." "Perhaps," mused Bird. Since the gift of Remembering seems to have done Men little good, if Remembering past sorrows is meant to keep you from repeating them." She watched as Maura took a child from a tired mother and swung the girl up on his shoulders, much to her delight. She waved to the peddler and the bird, still not quite at their level. "I wish I could take them all with me when we leave. Hobbits in the First and Second Age just doesn't seem to fit." "Oh, they have their roles, though it too will be hidden by the loftier tales of Elves and Men. At least until the Third Age. Would you question the wisdom of the One, Skin-Changer?" Ancalimon raised his strangely bushy eyebrows and gave a mock scowl. "Constantly," said Bird with a shrug. "though the answers are slow in coming, if they come at all. For instance; perhaps now that he has revealed the role of the Halflings in the Song, he might be so kind as to reveal MY own role?" Ancalimon laughed, "But it seems He already has, little changling. Else what would you be doing here?" Bird ruffled her feathers in irritation. "You know that's not what I meant." The peddler just strode along the trail in silence. "Where are they, Ancalimon? You would know. At least, I would think you would know". Ancalimon paused, looking out over the glory of Beleriand as it was, all soon to end to make way for another Age. "The Fourth Age has begun. There are still other tales to be told. Perhaps the Southern Lands will finally reveal their role in Middle-Earth." he said quietly. Bird looked out at the vast land below them, catching the glint of the sun on the mighty Sirion below. "Thank you." she said. "You're quite welcome, Birdland." [ August 19, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]