‘Gadbard Boffin!’ came the deep voice from the door. ‘By the One! What do you think you are doing with my niece!’
Daisy stepped back, her cheeks crimsoned, and her eyes wide. An ‘O!’ of surprise formed on her lips as she beheld the towering figure of Bullroarer bearing down on them. Gaddy was not quick enough to step away. Bullroarer
grasped him firmly by the collar and turned the young Hobbit round to face him.
Images of his wife, telling him quite firmly that he was to keep an extra special watch on her sister’s daughter floated through his mind as he looked the young scamp in the eye. ‘I’ve heard of your reputation, Gaddy.’ came the low voice of the Took. ‘How you like to disregard the rules.’ He let go of the lad’s collar and pushed him back to arms’ length. ‘Well this is going to be different. The Missus has set the rules.’ He eyed Daisy darkly. ‘And I am here to see that they are followed.’
Bullroarer sighed. ‘Now I know you two like each other. I’m not blind. I saw the moony looks, the calf-eyed gazes.’ He looked directly at Gaddy. ‘Just what are your intentions, my dear Hobbit with regards to Daisy?’
[ February 10, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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