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Child of the 7th Age · 01-13-2003, 05:49 PM

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, known for both her decorous conduct and immpeccable taste, sat at her small writing table in her home, looking over the letter that lay before her. She carefully reviewed it one last time to make certain that it would do the job for which it was intended. She smiled surreptitiously as she finished her perusal. Indeed, this was exactly what she'd hoped for...a chance to push Bilbo's nose far into the mud, and leave him in a prostrate position from which he could never rise.

Ruining Frodo's party? That would be just half of it. The other half would be terrifying the hobbits on the road, roughing them up just enough so that their parents and kin would squeal and blame the mad hobbit Bilbo for leading them on this merry chase. Such a convenient way to ruin his reputation.

It was true that the little ones in Hobbiton could be easily handled by Lotho. What a delightful task for her son! But the big ones deserved sterner treatment for their nerve in being friends with Bilbo instead of herself as the true representative of the Baggins' clan.

She slipped the missive into an envelope and handed it to the Shire messenger standing and waiting on her doorstep. He looked down in disgust at the few meager pennies that she slipped into his open hand. I'll show her, the messenger thought, slitting open the envelope and reading over the letter:

My dearest Evelina,

It has come to my attention through certain mutual acquaintances who shall remain nameless that you have recently placed an advertisement in the Prancing Pony Inn concerning your availability for hire.

As I understand it, you have a band of good fellows who wish to go adventuring and have offered to contract themselves out for various nefarious deeds in relation to business ventures, with no questions asked. I indeed have such a business venture with which I need your assistance.

Please come meet me in my humble home at the dead of midnight tomorrow night, and I will make your trip well worth your while.

Your admiring friend,

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins
Hobbiton, The Shire

The messenger pushed the sheet back in the envelope, and resealed it as deftly as he could. He shook his head and laughed as he went about his deliveries. There was nothing new under the sun!

[ January 13, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

01-13-2003, 05:49 PM	#39
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, known for both her decorous conduct and immpeccable taste, sat at her small writing table in her home, looking over the letter that lay before her. She carefully reviewed it one last time to make certain that it would do the job for which it was intended. She smiled surreptitiously as she finished her perusal. Indeed, this was exactly what she'd hoped for...a chance to push Bilbo's nose far into the mud, and leave him in a prostrate position from which he could never rise. Ruining Frodo's party? That would be just half of it. The other half would be terrifying the hobbits on the road, roughing them up just enough so that their parents and kin would squeal and blame the mad hobbit Bilbo for leading them on this merry chase. Such a convenient way to ruin his reputation. It was true that the little ones in Hobbiton could be easily handled by Lotho. What a delightful task for her son! But the big ones deserved sterner treatment for their nerve in being friends with Bilbo instead of herself as the true representative of the Baggins' clan. She slipped the missive into an envelope and handed it to the Shire messenger standing and waiting on her doorstep. He looked down in disgust at the few meager pennies that she slipped into his open hand. I'll show her, the messenger thought, slitting open the envelope and reading over the letter: My dearest Evelina, It has come to my attention through certain mutual acquaintances who shall remain nameless that you have recently placed an advertisement in the Prancing Pony Inn concerning your availability for hire. As I understand it, you have a band of good fellows who wish to go adventuring and have offered to contract themselves out for various nefarious deeds in relation to business ventures, with no questions asked. I indeed have such a business venture with which I need your assistance. Please come meet me in my humble home at the dead of midnight tomorrow night, and I will make your trip well worth your while. Your admiring friend, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins Hobbiton, The Shire The messenger pushed the sheet back in the envelope, and resealed it as deftly as he could. He shook his head and laughed as he went about his deliveries. There was nothing new under the sun! [ January 13, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.