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Old 09-10-2003, 02:30 PM   #29
Hilde Bracegirdle
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Gilly

A large and twisted root appeared to have grown during the night from the old tree by the blacksmith’s shop. But if one looked closely at the knobs and bends, the form of a hobbit could be discerned, crouching in the darkness at the tree’s base. It was nearing the time of night, approaching dawn, when birds begin to cry out, calling to the sun. Gilly felt she must do something and quickly.


Since her return from the inn she had seen no sight of Kaldir and felt that surely he must have reached the cellar before she was able to return. It had been an awkward business for the hobbit, trying to transport Benia’s bag, boots and sword. Not so much that they were heavy, but cumbersome and being so, she had resorted to hiding the rucksack and weapon on her way, returning with only the boots in hand. She hoped that she would be able to find the rest again when the time came, but that was a little importance to setting her friend free.


And now as daybreak grew close, she felt she could wait no longer for a sign of Kaldir’s whereabouts, but had to attempt to enter the cellar a second time or lose the night’s advantages. So gathering her courage and silently opening the door of the abandoned shop, she moved as quickly as the darkness allowed through it, at last coming across the trap door in the floor.


Pressing her ear against the floor, breath stirring the dust and dirt in front of her, she stifled a cough as she listened. The only sounds to be heard, muted and soft. As she slowly slid back the bolt, the hobbit suddenly grew alarmed while trying to identify the noises. A loud crash followed by hurried footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Gilly’s stomach turned inward, as she frantically scrambled for a place to conceal herself. She felt an overwhelming spinning sensation with all the fire and anger of Orodruin unleashing itself in her long empty belly. To her horror, her complaining stomach began emitting loud whines of protest just as the trap door began to open. In panic Gilly curled in a ball hoping to squeeze herself body into obedience, but to no avail. Low rumbling filled the room as the hobbit held her breath waiting for the inevitable hand or blow or cold touch of steel….

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