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piosenniel · 07-23-2002, 02:24 AM

Olo blushed when Bethberry addressed him, and protested that guarding pies was not really what he had in mind. And as for the menu, he was not a particular sort of hobbit about what he'd eat. 'In fact,' he said 'I come from a large family, all boys, and we ate what ever was put in front of us and were thankful for it.'

He listened to the elves as they sang and played the flute. 'So wonderful!', he thought to himself. 'I hope she tells us what the words mean; they sound very beautiful. Her voice is so clear, like a bell. And the notes from the flute echo her perfectly. It must be nice to have someone so close to you, that you can almost complete their thoughts.' He was quite a romantic little creature and his thoughts went on like this during the song, eventually turning to the hobbit lass who had gone to sleep upstairs. Thoughts of her wove in and out of the music to the point that he almost missed the fact that Gandalf had addressed him.

'Beg pardon, sir?', he said. 'The black horse? Yes, I can look out for him. Worked with many a horse and pony on our little farm in Michel Delving. I'll curry him and Peri tomorrow and get them ready for the road. Will you want to be riding him, sir? I can work with him on that if you like. He doesn't seem the sort to be a pack animal -- too high strung for that, I think.'

He waited for Gandalf to reply, all the while trying not to show how completely thrilled he was to be going with the little band of travellers.

[ July 23, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-23-2002, 02:24 AM	#261
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Olo blushed when Bethberry addressed him, and protested that guarding pies was not really what he had in mind. And as for the menu, he was not a particular sort of hobbit about what he'd eat. 'In fact,' he said 'I come from a large family, all boys, and we ate what ever was put in front of us and were thankful for it.' He listened to the elves as they sang and played the flute. 'So wonderful!', he thought to himself. 'I hope she tells us what the words mean; they sound very beautiful. Her voice is so clear, like a bell. And the notes from the flute echo her perfectly. It must be nice to have someone so close to you, that you can almost complete their thoughts.' He was quite a romantic little creature and his thoughts went on like this during the song, eventually turning to the hobbit lass who had gone to sleep upstairs. Thoughts of her wove in and out of the music to the point that he almost missed the fact that Gandalf had addressed him. 'Beg pardon, sir?', he said. 'The black horse? Yes, I can look out for him. Worked with many a horse and pony on our little farm in Michel Delving. I'll curry him and Peri tomorrow and get them ready for the road. Will you want to be riding him, sir? I can work with him on that if you like. He doesn't seem the sort to be a pack animal -- too high strung for that, I think.' He waited for Gandalf to reply, all the while trying not to show how completely thrilled he was to be going with the little band of travellers. [ July 23, 2002: 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.