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Gandalf_theGrey · 01-09-2003, 05:06 PM

* After a mug of mead and the heartiest meal of mutton stew he'd eaten all year, Giles sighed … and then, energy returned, shot up out of his seat and danced to the tune of a ringing fiddle and clapping hands keeping time. He grabbed Autumn by the hands and swung her around in circles till they both giggled with dizziness. *

Autumn, I was thinking. I didn't see you take a shield from the barrow chambers. So you and I can share. I can even rig a rope to the shield-handle and pull you like you're on a sled so you don't have to walk, though not for too long, since walking keeps you warmer than sitting when the snowy wind's a-blowing and you're out in it. And if we meet anything like wolves, you can use the shield, if you like. I'd only drop it and lose it, anyway.

* Autumn nodded. Suddenly shy after so much speech, Giles blushed and dashed away into a crowd of folk big and little ordering drinks, to pretend like he was going to order another mead. Safely lost from view within the thick of the crowd, Giles held his breath, closed his eyes, then dashed out again on soft feet to a quieter and more secret spot … *

* … and before he knew it, Giles found himself gravitating towards the closet, which was tucked away behind the bar, racing directly into its dark confines and skidding to a halt so that he missed by inches running smack-dab into the back of Branda and the front of Bullroarer! *

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Child's post

Branda and Bullroarer had held their breath for what seemed like an eternity. They hadn't moved an inch for fear they would be discovered. Branda's eyes were as round as saucers, and his heart was pounding so loudly he was certain that everyone in the room could hear it.

There were some scuffling noises and muffled conversation, which neither of the hobbits could clearly distinguish. The music from the common room outside could also dimly be heard. Then they made out the sound of soft footsteps heading in the direction of the hall and that door slowly opening and closing.

"Do you think we're safe?" Branda queried, literally shaking in his shoes. Bandobras might be used to this kind of frightening situation, but he certainly was not!

Bullroarer fiercely shook his head no and gestured wildly to Branda, telling him to take cover again. Then, with no warning, the door swung completely open. A small figure came hurtlng through the air. Branda froze, his feet rivetted in place to the ground. He was expecting to be found out and hauled away for summary execution, since he had once heard that these Rangers were very rough folk.

Abruptly, he felt his knees give way, as much from his own fear and trembling as any actual collision. He toppled over whatever had come hurtling through the door and actually pinned it to the ground, more from desperation than conscious intent.

But then, from below, a tiny voice was heard, one that sounded strangely familiar to him, "You're squashing me! Please get up." A hobbit poked his head from off the ground, and turned around with a quizzical expression. "Branda, Bullroarer, is that you? What are you doing here?"

Bullroarer growled under his breath, "Just great, that's Giles. Now there are three of us trapped." Bullroarer turned an angry face to the hobbit. He grabbed him by the collar and scooped him up, unceremoniously dumping him behind a barrel.

"Giles, What are you doing here?" Bullroarer demanded and glared down at the small figure, which was now crouched down into a small ball.

Giles looked up and smiled softly, "Actually, that's what I intended to ask you."

Bullroarer shook his head and growled again. Suddenly, the door creeked, and all conversation stopped. Three hobbits dived for cover behind the safety of the barrels.

[ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[ January 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-09-2003, 05:06 PM	#163
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* After a mug of mead and the heartiest meal of mutton stew he'd eaten all year, Giles sighed … and then, energy returned, shot up out of his seat and danced to the tune of a ringing fiddle and clapping hands keeping time. He grabbed Autumn by the hands and swung her around in circles till they both giggled with dizziness. * Autumn, I was thinking. I didn't see you take a shield from the barrow chambers. So you and I can share. I can even rig a rope to the shield-handle and pull you like you're on a sled so you don't have to walk, though not for too long, since walking keeps you warmer than sitting when the snowy wind's a-blowing and you're out in it. And if we meet anything like wolves, you can use the shield, if you like. I'd only drop it and lose it, anyway. * Autumn nodded. Suddenly shy after so much speech, Giles blushed and dashed away into a crowd of folk big and little ordering drinks, to pretend like he was going to order another mead. Safely lost from view within the thick of the crowd, Giles held his breath, closed his eyes, then dashed out again on soft feet to a quieter and more secret spot … * * … and before he knew it, Giles found himself gravitating towards the closet, which was tucked away behind the bar, racing directly into its dark confines and skidding to a halt so that he missed by inches running smack-dab into the back of Branda and the front of Bullroarer! * ************************************ Child's post** Branda and Bullroarer had held their breath for what seemed like an eternity. They hadn't moved an inch for fear they would be discovered. Branda's eyes were as round as saucers, and his heart was pounding so loudly he was certain that everyone in the room could hear it. There were some scuffling noises and muffled conversation, which neither of the hobbits could clearly distinguish. The music from the common room outside could also dimly be heard. Then they made out the sound of soft footsteps heading in the direction of the hall and that door slowly opening and closing. "Do you think we're safe?" Branda queried, literally shaking in his shoes. Bandobras might be used to this kind of frightening situation, but he certainly was not! Bullroarer fiercely shook his head no and gestured wildly to Branda, telling him to take cover again. Then, with no warning, the door swung completely open. A small figure came hurtlng through the air. Branda froze, his feet rivetted in place to the ground. He was expecting to be found out and hauled away for summary execution, since he had once heard that these Rangers were very rough folk. Abruptly, he felt his knees give way, as much from his own fear and trembling as any actual collision. He toppled over whatever had come hurtling through the door and actually pinned it to the ground, more from desperation than conscious intent. But then, from below, a tiny voice was heard, one that sounded strangely familiar to him, "You're squashing me! Please get up." A hobbit poked his head from off the ground, and turned around with a quizzical expression. "Branda, Bullroarer, is that you? What are you doing here?" Bullroarer growled under his breath, "Just great, that's Giles. Now there are three of us trapped." Bullroarer turned an angry face to the hobbit. He grabbed him by the collar and scooped him up, unceremoniously dumping him behind a barrel. "Giles, What are you doing here?" Bullroarer demanded and glared down at the small figure, which was now crouched down into a small ball. Giles looked up and smiled softly, "Actually, that's what I intended to ask you." Bullroarer shook his head and growled again. Suddenly, the door creeked, and all conversation stopped. Three hobbits dived for cover behind the safety of the barrels. [ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] [ January 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]