[Marroc Underhill]

'I wonder where I am,' Droggo Underhill thought to himself.' The Green Dragon' he said as he read a sign that was hanging next to the door. Every now and then the door would open and a hobbit or two would stumble out; most looked a little tippsy like they had one too many ales.

Droggo walked through the door, almost knocking over a pair of exiting hobbits, he walked over to the corner of the room to an empty two seated table next to the fire-place. Once he sat down, a little old hobbit popped up from a third seat that was covered up with a pile of blankets.

'W-whats this?' he asked, sounding a little sleepy. 'Who are you?'

'Droggo Underhill, sir. I'll find an empty table if ya like.'

'No, no, lad, stay, stay. Lets talk, tell me of your adventures.'

'Well I don't really have any adventures. But I can tel you of how I saved an elf girl from a Cold Drake.'

At hearing the words "Cold Drake", his eyes grew big. 'Go on then, don't me all worked up and not tell me the story then.'

'Well it was a warm morning. I was walking through Mirkwood after a small breakfest. As I was walking along a trail my eyes wandered over to a nearby tree. There were these giant claw marks all down the trunk. There was a large area at the base of the tree in the dirt, like something struggled in a fight against some creature smaller but equal strength. I started to look around to see if I could find anything. When I turned a tree I found the corpse of a giant spider.

'As I walked around it to see if I could find out how it had died, it's entire body flenched causing it to jump towards me. Right when it was in mid air, I drew my sword and cut in half. I decided to try to find the creature that had killed the spider.

I went through some bushes. An hour or so later, I came across an elven girl with a scar on her head. I ran over to her to find that she was knocked out. At that moment I heard it. It was like a hoarse scream. When I looked up I saw it. The Cold Drake. It was flying staight towards me. As I drew my sword it was almost right on me. But it was to slow. My sword sliced right through it's right wing. But it hit me right in the side. As I turned holding my side, I seen that it had it had crashed into a tree.

It was either dead or knocked out, but I wasn't going to wait to find out. I walked over to the heap of bleeding un-moving creature. I took my sword, raised it and dropped it right through it's neck.

A little while later the girl recovered and recalled her tale of how she came up and found the giant spider and the Cold Drake fighting. She tried to run but the Cold Drake finished off the spider and flew after her.

We talked a little and walked down the trail until a fork came up and we walked our seperate ways'

'Well I never seen someone to take on a Cold Drake and live ta tell the tale. I've heard tales from big men who ran at the sight of one. Your pretty brave lad. Let me buy you an ale,' said the little hobbit.

'Yes I'll take a half pint of ale and get me brave friend here a pint of ale.'

[ June 29, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]