Frodo-lad excitedly raced through the house in an attempt to locate the trestle table. He had been into many of the closets, but with no success. Finally he located it in the corner of one of the rooms. Dragging it outside, he loaded it into his small but sturdy wagon. Setting up tables and chairs for parties was something he greatly enjoyed, it made him feel grown-up and important.
He was somewhat annoyed but not surprised when his two younger brothers insisted on going along. To avoid trouble, he put Merry-lad on the right side of the wagon and Pippin-lad on the left to steady it. Placing himself behind it he gave it a firm push and the trio headed off down the dusty path towards Amaranthas's.
[ March 23, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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