28 October
Josh eyed Tim interestedly. So this was the wonderful Hobbit who would never turn his back on the quest? He didn't seem that amazing. He was quite tall, Josh thought, unconsciously drawing himself up to his full height. But apart from that...
"Hello Tim!"
Josh trned and saw the pretty Hobbit lass smiling at him- no, past him. At Tim Hardbottle. It seemed everyone shared the same opinion then. Why talk to Josh when you could talk to Tim?
Unhappily he went and sat down in a corner. It didn't seem like there would be much for him to do on this journey. Falco and Dury were the oldest, so they would probably be in charge, and Tim and Niluial could have nice little conversations together. Which would leave just him. Tim sighed heavily.
I bet Pippin never had this problem on his adventures, he thought grumpily. Josh didn't like this feeling, like a weight on his stomach. He wasn't used to feeling grumpy at all and it wasn't pleasant. With another sigh he stood up again and plumped himself down near Dury, who was the only Hobbit who he hadn't yet talked to. He waited to see if Dury would start up a conversation.
[ September 09, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]
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“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
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