Mirabella let Ben help her up, and followed him out into the dank foliage. Scarping past rough bushes, they slowy found the kindling and larger pieces of wood needed to keep the fire going. Mirabella whistled lightly as she filled her arms with wood and said to Ben 'How long do ye think it'll take for us to get home?'
'Though you were wishing for adventure Mirabella Took!' he teased. 'I am..its just that Old Bill gives me the jeebies. I canna help it. The sooner he helps us and leaves the better I say' Ben looked at her 'He's helping us, that must mean he canna be all bad. Besides, what would he want with a bunch of lost hobbits?'
Mirabella stood up, her arms filled with firewood and huffed 'I have no idea, but Im naturally untrusting of Big Folk. I'll keep my guard out' she said, and moved back to the light of the fire...
|