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Child of the 7th Age · 01-03-2003, 12:13 AM

Cami snuggled contentedly in by the fire. She'd received a lovely letter by Shire post from her son Gamba, and another sent by her dear friend Bethberry, which had been hastily conveyed on the back of a great brown and white falcon. Both contained good wishes for her speedy recovery, and the ardent hope that she would refrain from future journies to the geat city of the realm, which was simply too large and confusing for a small hobbit such as herself. For one moment, she smiled a bit and forget the throbbing pain in her side.

Just as she was about to slip back into dreamy reveries of sweet summer days with swimming holes and fireworks over the Shire, her thoughts were interrupted by a great black Bird that flew in raucously from outside, and departed just as swiftly. Cami's heart went pat-a-pat, as this was one whom she had not seen for some time.

A clever message of greeting came spinning into her lap. It included several lovely compliments on the size of her feet (which, if truth be told, Cami considered her best feature) and suggested any hobbit with such a generous gift had best stay clear of stairwells. Cami began to giggle at that advice, but thought better of it due to the splitting pain which such laughter quickly produced. So she hobbled over to the window and looked up longingly to the sky, and waved a last goodbye to her friend Bird who was apparently migrating south for the winter, but was expected to return in the spring.

Then Cami noticed a young hobbit named Laurie who was shaking out her purse and sadly counting over the few pennies that still remained inside. She seemed like an agreeable enough lass, if a little shy.

Perhaps, Cami thought, since I can't tote trays very well the next few weeks, this lass might be interested in helping serve drinks and dinners in exchange for a warm bed and several good hobbit meals a day. Cami scribbled out a note to the Elf Innkeeper and left it tacked up on her door to see if something might be arranged. For although the girl was poor, she seemed quite cheerful and perhaps knew a tale or two to help amuse the visitors to the Inn.

[ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

01-03-2003, 12:13 AM	#578
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Cami snuggled contentedly in by the fire. She'd received a lovely letter by Shire post from her son Gamba, and another sent by her dear friend Bethberry, which had been hastily conveyed on the back of a great brown and white falcon. Both contained good wishes for her speedy recovery, and the ardent hope that she would refrain from future journies to the geat city of the realm, which was simply too large and confusing for a small hobbit such as herself. For one moment, she smiled a bit and forget the throbbing pain in her side. Just as she was about to slip back into dreamy reveries of sweet summer days with swimming holes and fireworks over the Shire, her thoughts were interrupted by a great black Bird that flew in raucously from outside, and departed just as swiftly. Cami's heart went pat-a-pat, as this was one whom she had not seen for some time. A clever message of greeting came spinning into her lap. It included several lovely compliments on the size of her feet (which, if truth be told, Cami considered her best feature) and suggested any hobbit with such a generous gift had best stay clear of stairwells. Cami began to giggle at that advice, but thought better of it due to the splitting pain which such laughter quickly produced. So she hobbled over to the window and looked up longingly to the sky, and waved a last goodbye to her friend Bird who was apparently migrating south for the winter, but was expected to return in the spring. Then Cami noticed a young hobbit named Laurie who was shaking out her purse and sadly counting over the few pennies that still remained inside. She seemed like an agreeable enough lass, if a little shy. Perhaps, Cami thought, since I can't tote trays very well the next few weeks, this lass might be interested in helping serve drinks and dinners in exchange for a warm bed and several good hobbit meals a day. Cami scribbled out a note to the Elf Innkeeper and left it tacked up on her door to see if something might be arranged. For although the girl was poor, she seemed quite cheerful and perhaps knew a tale or two to help amuse the visitors to the Inn. [ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.