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Lyra Greenleaf · 09-22-2003, 03:04 PM

29th October, nighttime

A sort of nervous excitement made it unusually hard for Josh to get to sleep. Tomorrow was the big day. The chance to prove himself, the chance to get back at the big men and the chance to have adventure. It was the moment he had waited for his whole life, since he pretended to be old Bilbo fighting trolls and goblins.

There seemed to be a flock of butterflies in his stomach bumping into each other and trying to escape. He was not scared- of course not, but he was wary. The Shire wasn't the safe place it had once been, especially for the Tooks and their kin. It was right to take precautions and think things through. It didn't mean he wasn't brave like Pippin and Merry- or Tim Hardbottle. Bracegirdle. Whatever it was.

Uneasily Josh turned over and tried to sleep.

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Bill Ferny didn't want to sleep. It wasn't particularly wise, staying in one of these Shirriff houses. Not with those puny little Hobbits, who might turn out to be a rat sent from those blasted Tooks or somesuch. Not to mention Helios, Ahriman and Assiram who'd probably slit his throat for a larger share of the spoils, if it wasn't that Bill was in with Sharkey. A lot of good that would do though, the amount that one changed his mind. Could even be more dangerous!

The community in Waymeet was more or less compliant though, which was one thing. They didn't have the trouble that there was in the Tookland, the Buckland or up by Hobbiton. Any dissidents had gone to join the Tooks, mostly. It meant it was easy to get whatever you wanted. Walk in and take it- no payment, no fuss. Bill fondled his lovely new dagger, liberated from the blacksmith and ostentatiously held it up to the light. Spread around the room he saw eight or ten other men, all awake, all waiting for the others to sleep first. Bill leant back against the wall. He wouldn't be first, that's for sure. It was just a waiting game, to see who was firrst to crack. He smiled grimly and leant forwards again. It would be a long night.

[ September 29, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

09-22-2003, 03:04 PM	#40
Lyra Greenleaf The Diaphanous Dryad Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path Posts: 1,180	29th October, nighttime A sort of nervous excitement made it unusually hard for Josh to get to sleep. Tomorrow was the big day. The chance to prove himself, the chance to get back at the big men and the chance to have adventure. It was the moment he had waited for his whole life, since he pretended to be old Bilbo fighting trolls and goblins. There seemed to be a flock of butterflies in his stomach bumping into each other and trying to escape. He was not scared- of course not, but he was wary. The Shire wasn't the safe place it had once been, especially for the Tooks and their kin. It was right to take precautions and think things through. It didn't mean he wasn't brave like Pippin and Merry- or Tim Hardbottle. Bracegirdle. Whatever it was. Uneasily Josh turned over and tried to sleep. ************************************ Bill Ferny didn't want to sleep. It wasn't particularly wise, staying in one of these Shirriff houses. Not with those puny little Hobbits, who might turn out to be a rat sent from those blasted Tooks or somesuch. Not to mention Helios, Ahriman and Assiram who'd probably slit his throat for a larger share of the spoils, if it wasn't that Bill was in with Sharkey. A lot of good that would do though, the amount that one changed his mind. Could even be more dangerous! The community in Waymeet was more or less compliant though, which was one thing. They didn't have the trouble that there was in the Tookland, the Buckland or up by Hobbiton. Any dissidents had gone to join the Tooks, mostly. It meant it was easy to get whatever you wanted. Walk in and take it- no payment, no fuss. Bill fondled his lovely new dagger, liberated from the blacksmith and ostentatiously held it up to the light. Spread around the room he saw eight or ten other men, all awake, all waiting for the others to sleep first. Bill leant back against the wall. He wouldn't be first, that's for sure. It was just a waiting game, to see who was firrst to crack. He smiled grimly and leant forwards again. It would be a long night. [ September 29, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ] __________________ “Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link