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piosenniel · 02-14-2003, 05:02 AM

19 Lotessë, Year 12 of the Fourth Age

Afternoon

Amaranthas put on her straw hat with the soft brim and tied it neatly under her chin. A light wool shawl, white, went round her shoulders, even though the sun shone warmly this afternoon. Her bones chilled easily at her age, and she meant to ward off what discomfort she could. Taking a last look in the looking glass, she pushed a few stray white curls back from her forehead, and satisfied, picked up her blackthorn walking stick with the silver handle and went out the door. She was off to find a midwife for Miz Pio and her soon to be born twins.

She was bound for Bag End, to see Rose Cotton. Or rather Rose Cotton Gamgee as she was now called since her marriage to Samwise Gamgee. ‘One of those gallivanting Hobbits!’ she thought to herself as she trudged down the path from her house to the lane. Still, Rose had settled him down quite nicely, and they were well on their way to have a family of quite satisfactory size.

‘Now Miz Pio could take a lesson from that lass! Settle down, have plenty of children, tend the garden, and feed your husband well.’ Amaranthas stopped mid stride as this picture played through her mind. The thought of Miz Pio doing any of this set her cackling, and she drew out her lace edged hanky to wipe away the tears of mirth. ‘We’ll be lucky to get her through this birth. Poor git thinks she’s going to have such an easy time, her being an Elf and all. Used to having her own way. Hah!’

The venerable Hobbit resumed her walking, her mind turning to other matters. ‘And what about that so called husband of hers?’ she wondered out loud, her lips pursed in thought. ‘Haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since she’s been here. Now what kind of fellow leaves his new wife, in a family way, to fend for herself far from him? A bounder, that’s who! That young man needs someone to set him straight on things.’ She thumped her stick vigorously on the ground as she thought about this, wondering if the so called husband, Mithadan, actually existed at all.

It was with these dark thoughts that she found herself already come to the little path that led upward to Bag End. She paused for a moment, to catch her breath, then trudged up the path and up the stairs to the round green door.

She tapped firmly on the door with the head of her stick, and stood back a pace to wait for the door to open.

[ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

02-14-2003, 05:02 AM	#19
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	19 Lotessë, Year 12 of the Fourth Age Afternoon Amaranthas put on her straw hat with the soft brim and tied it neatly under her chin. A light wool shawl, white, went round her shoulders, even though the sun shone warmly this afternoon. Her bones chilled easily at her age, and she meant to ward off what discomfort she could. Taking a last look in the looking glass, she pushed a few stray white curls back from her forehead, and satisfied, picked up her blackthorn walking stick with the silver handle and went out the door. She was off to find a midwife for Miz Pio and her soon to be born twins. She was bound for Bag End, to see Rose Cotton. Or rather Rose Cotton Gamgee as she was now called since her marriage to Samwise Gamgee. ‘One of those gallivanting Hobbits!’ she thought to herself as she trudged down the path from her house to the lane. Still, Rose had settled him down quite nicely, and they were well on their way to have a family of quite satisfactory size. ‘Now Miz Pio could take a lesson from that lass! Settle down, have plenty of children, tend the garden, and feed your husband well.’ Amaranthas stopped mid stride as this picture played through her mind. The thought of Miz Pio doing any of this set her cackling, and she drew out her lace edged hanky to wipe away the tears of mirth. ‘We’ll be lucky to get her through this birth. Poor git thinks she’s going to have such an easy time, her being an Elf and all. Used to having her own way. Hah!’ The venerable Hobbit resumed her walking, her mind turning to other matters. ‘And what about that so called husband of hers?’ she wondered out loud, her lips pursed in thought. ‘Haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since she’s been here. Now what kind of fellow leaves his new wife, in a family way, to fend for herself far from him? A bounder, that’s who! That young man needs someone to set him straight on things.’ She thumped her stick vigorously on the ground as she thought about this, wondering if the so called husband, Mithadan, actually existed at all. It was with these dark thoughts that she found herself already come to the little path that led upward to Bag End. She paused for a moment, to catch her breath, then trudged up the path and up the stairs to the round green door. She tapped firmly on the door with the head of her stick, and stood back a pace to wait for the door to open. [ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.