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Ealasaid · 06-20-2003, 02:42 PM

"Git 'im!"

Old Bill felt a distinct nudge in the small of his back. It was Rosie, the hobbit girl who had been so nice as to help him up after the tree branch incident.

"Go git 'im, Old Bill!!" she said again, giving him another nudge in the direction of the yellow eyes which had just reappeared in the darkness directly ahead of them. "You're the biggest. And you've got that fiercesome great sword of yours. We'll come in behind you and help." She held out her hand and showed him her little pocketknife.

Old Bill hesitated. He had no more desire to go charging out into the darkness after those eyes than any of the hobbits did... but he had to admit, she did have a point. He was the biggest. And, after all, he did have a sword. Anxiously, he glanced around at the hobbits.

"Yeah!" chimed in one of the boys, joining Rosie. "You're the biggest."

He looked again out at the unblinking yellow eyes. Well, warg or not, it was better than waiting for the thing to come in after him, Old Bill decided.

"You're right behind me?" he asked the hobbits gruffly, giving each one in turn a stern glare. Each of the hobbits nodded gravely in reply. "If I don't come back --" he gave them a rather shifty smile. "If the ruddy beast eats Old Bill alive, then the lot of you are to stay on the path... IF you manage to survive yourselves." He bristled his eyebrows at them meaningfully and pointed a stubby finger in the direction they had been traveling. "Keep going thataways into the morning. You'll find your road home." Or the path into the Downs. He laid his finger by the side of his nose and nodded. The Downs were good enough for the lot of them. It would serve them right for being the death of him at the hands (or claws) of the thing in the darkness.

At last, Bill was ready. He puffed out his cheeks a couple of times, took a deep breath, and raising his ancient sword over his head, charged straight at the eyes!

"CUMMERBUND!" he yelled at the top of his voice. It was all he could come up with for a battle cry on such short notice. The owner of the eyes slid smoothly to one side, as Bill went charging past into the darkness. The eyes remained, but the hobbits listened as Old Bill's voice faded into the distance. Having passed the eyes, he just kept running. It was the last the hobbits ever saw of Old Bill or of Thunderill, the sword of Cummerbund.

06-20-2003, 02:42 PM	#86
Ealasaid Wight Join Date: May 2003 Location: under a large pile of dirt & gravel Posts: 193	"Git 'im!" Old Bill felt a distinct nudge in the small of his back. It was Rosie, the hobbit girl who had been so nice as to help him up after the tree branch incident. "Go git 'im, Old Bill!!" she said again, giving him another nudge in the direction of the yellow eyes which had just reappeared in the darkness directly ahead of them. "You're the biggest. And you've got that fiercesome great sword of yours. We'll come in behind you and help." She held out her hand and showed him her little pocketknife. Old Bill hesitated. He had no more desire to go charging out into the darkness after those eyes than any of the hobbits did... but he had to admit, she did have a point. He was the biggest. And, after all, he did have a sword. Anxiously, he glanced around at the hobbits. "Yeah!" chimed in one of the boys, joining Rosie. "You're the biggest." He looked again out at the unblinking yellow eyes. Well, warg or not, it was better than waiting for the thing to come in after him, Old Bill decided. "You're right behind me?" he asked the hobbits gruffly, giving each one in turn a stern glare. Each of the hobbits nodded gravely in reply. "If I don't come back --" he gave them a rather shifty smile. "If the ruddy beast eats Old Bill alive, then the lot of you are to stay on the path... IF you manage to survive yourselves." He bristled his eyebrows at them meaningfully and pointed a stubby finger in the direction they had been traveling. "Keep going thataways into the morning. You'll find your road home." Or the path into the Downs. He laid his finger by the side of his nose and nodded. The Downs were good enough for the lot of them. It would serve them right for being the death of him at the hands (or claws) of the thing in the darkness. At last, Bill was ready. He puffed out his cheeks a couple of times, took a deep breath, and raising his ancient sword over his head, charged straight at the eyes! "CUMMERBUND!" he yelled at the top of his voice. It was all he could come up with for a battle cry on such short notice. The owner of the eyes slid smoothly to one side, as Bill went charging past into the darkness. The eyes remained, but the hobbits listened as Old Bill's voice faded into the distance. Having passed the eyes, he just kept running. It was the last the hobbits ever saw of Old Bill or of Thunderill, the sword of Cummerbund.