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piosenniel · 07-30-2002, 09:25 PM

Bird had not gone with the others to the meeting with the Rangers. Her injuries had kept her abed . . . at least until Bethberry got back to check on the progress of her recovery. She was tired of lying in bed and fretful at being all alone.

A knock at the door broke the path of her thoughts. 'It's open!' she croaked, through her still sore throat.

Olo stood at the doorway, large tray covered with a clean white cloth balanced on his right hand, and a flask secured in his left.

'Begging your pardon, Miss Bird', he said as he entered and placed the tray on the table near Bird's bed, 'but Miss Holly asked that I made sure you got something to eat for your lunch.' He took the cloth from the tray, revealing fresh rolls from the kitchen, along with slices of rich, yellow cheese, and smoked ham, thinly sliced, from a neighboring farm. Some pickles and a small jar of the cook's special mustard rounded out the main part of the meal. There were also a small cluster of chilled, sweet grapes and thin ginger cookies for her sweet-tooth.

Bird clapped her hands in delight, an action which she immediately regretted as her bruised arms protested.

'Oh, and yes,' he said, 'here's something to wash it down with.' He unstoppered the flask, and the enticing smell of spiced wine permeated the room. Forks, knives, plates, and cups were brought in by the kitchen boy who had followed Olo up the stairs.

Bird popped a few grapes in her mouth and motioned for Olo to pull up a chair and join her. He poured her a cup of wine and toasted her return to health.

Well into the meal, Bird looking relaxed and approachable, he leaned forward and regarded her. 'Might I ask you a question, Miss Bird?' he said.

She shook her head 'yes', and munched on a cookie, occasionally dipping it into the wine.

'Well, I understand from Miss Holly that you and she have been friends for sometime.' Another nod of the head encouraged him on. 'Do you think you could see your way to telling me a little about her? She seems very well-travelled . . . for a hobbit.'

He leaned back in the chair, sipping on his cup of wine, and awaited her reply.

07-30-2002, 09:25 PM	#297
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Bird had not gone with the others to the meeting with the Rangers. Her injuries had kept her abed . . . at least until Bethberry got back to check on the progress of her recovery. She was tired of lying in bed and fretful at being all alone. A knock at the door broke the path of her thoughts. 'It's open!' she croaked, through her still sore throat. Olo stood at the doorway, large tray covered with a clean white cloth balanced on his right hand, and a flask secured in his left. 'Begging your pardon, Miss Bird', he said as he entered and placed the tray on the table near Bird's bed, 'but Miss Holly asked that I made sure you got something to eat for your lunch.' He took the cloth from the tray, revealing fresh rolls from the kitchen, along with slices of rich, yellow cheese, and smoked ham, thinly sliced, from a neighboring farm. Some pickles and a small jar of the cook's special mustard rounded out the main part of the meal. There were also a small cluster of chilled, sweet grapes and thin ginger cookies for her sweet-tooth. Bird clapped her hands in delight, an action which she immediately regretted as her bruised arms protested. 'Oh, and yes,' he said, 'here's something to wash it down with.' He unstoppered the flask, and the enticing smell of spiced wine permeated the room. Forks, knives, plates, and cups were brought in by the kitchen boy who had followed Olo up the stairs. Bird popped a few grapes in her mouth and motioned for Olo to pull up a chair and join her. He poured her a cup of wine and toasted her return to health. Well into the meal, Bird looking relaxed and approachable, he leaned forward and regarded her. 'Might I ask you a question, Miss Bird?' he said. She shook her head 'yes', and munched on a cookie, occasionally dipping it into the wine. 'Well, I understand from Miss Holly that you and she have been friends for sometime.' Another nod of the head encouraged him on. 'Do you think you could see your way to telling me a little about her? She seems very well-travelled . . . for a hobbit.' He leaned back in the chair, sipping on his cup of wine, and awaited her reply. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.