The music still continued soft and lulling, but the hall was coming back to life. The sun had set and the sun had risen again, the third day. “Actually, the 3 year and 3rd day”, thought Hilde as she slowly unfolded herself from the corner she had slept in (a rather slow and careful process).
Mr. Bracegirdle was already up and about, sipping tea and chatting with a few orcs near the doors to the kitchen. Hilde nodded a smiling good morning to them as she went in search for a mug of hot coffee or tea. She tried to set her goals for the day as her mind cleared, “Simply must go for a walk this afternoon and what is a party with hobbits and no springle-ring? Now, where to walk? There must be some pleasant gardens in such a grand city!” She began to think of her garden at home, hoping that Puff would remember to watch over it for her in this long absence.
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05-03-2003, 08:19 AM
Hybrid Mode
