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piosenniel · 07-26-2002, 01:41 PM

Olo stood as Bethberry and her elf companion joined them at the table. 'Pleased to meet you, ma'am.' he said to the elf as she sat down. 'I'm Olo Gardener, from Michel Delving. I don't believe I've had the honor of being introduced to you.'

Bethberry made the introduction, while Arcon called for a fresh pot of coffee and a full plate of new baked buns. Olo passed the jam pots to the ladies, and a comfortable silence fell while they enjoyed the morning offerings.

Sitting back in his chair, Arcon recalled the question he had earlier put to Olo.'Tell me Olo,' he asked again, ' where did you learn such mastery in the grooming of horses? That is not a local trade in such a desolate region.'

'Well, sir,' said the hobbit, 'I come from a large family - the youngest of seven boys. We had a fair sized farm and kept horses and ponies as working animals. It was my part to keep them fed and groomed and see to their health needs. It seems I had a talent for handling such spirited creatures, and to be honest, I get as much from working with them as they get from me.' He paused and refilled the drinks of his table mates. 'And then, of course, there were the travellers and traders that would come through our way, many of them needing their horses cared for before the next leg of their travels would begin.' He rubbed his palms over one another, recalling the horses that had passed beneath them. 'Ah, yes, many a fine horse have I had the pleasure of working with.'

He rose from his chair, again, as Bethberry asked to take her leave. The elves had fallen to talking between themselves, and he excused himself, to go back to the stable. He had the elven horse to see to, and after that perhaps a walk by the river to do some thinking.

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piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Olo stood as Bethberry and her elf companion joined them at the table. 'Pleased to meet you, ma'am.' he said to the elf as she sat down. 'I'm Olo Gardener, from Michel Delving. I don't believe I've had the honor of being introduced to you.' Bethberry made the introduction, while Arcon called for a fresh pot of coffee and a full plate of new baked buns. Olo passed the jam pots to the ladies, and a comfortable silence fell while they enjoyed the morning offerings. Sitting back in his chair, Arcon recalled the question he had earlier put to Olo.'Tell me Olo,' he asked again, ' where did you learn such mastery in the grooming of horses? That is not a local trade in such a desolate region.' 'Well, sir,' said the hobbit, 'I come from a large family - the youngest of seven boys. We had a fair sized farm and kept horses and ponies as working animals. It was my part to keep them fed and groomed and see to their health needs. It seems I had a talent for handling such spirited creatures, and to be honest, I get as much from working with them as they get from me.' He paused and refilled the drinks of his table mates. 'And then, of course, there were the travellers and traders that would come through our way, many of them needing their horses cared for before the next leg of their travels would begin.' He rubbed his palms over one another, recalling the horses that had passed beneath them. 'Ah, yes, many a fine horse have I had the pleasure of working with.' He rose from his chair, again, as Bethberry asked to take her leave. The elves had fallen to talking between themselves, and he excused himself, to go back to the stable. He had the elven horse to see to, and after that perhaps a walk by the river to do some thinking. [ July 26, 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.