Frodo-lad was having quite an evening. Never before had the young hobbit seen such an assortment of guests before even at some of the biggest Shire parties. Along with Merry-lad he had chased Mr. Brandybuck with a vigor as young Pippin-lad strove to keep up, but being unnable to do so for long he waltzed over to his father instead. Catching up with Merry they attempted to wrestle with him briefly but he was somewhat of a giant among hobbits and they soon gave up much to the ammusment of their elder.
Growing borde, Frodo-lad looked around for his sister but did not see her. The smell of food was beginning to work on him and he made up his mind to get some one was or another.
[ March 03, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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