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theWhiteLady · 02-25-2003, 12:49 PM

The footsteps came closer and a typical hobbit discussion about gardens and flowers floated merrily up the path where Evelina lay by the roadside. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and she thought contemptously how simpled minded the creatures could be. It would almost seem a pity to take advantage of them if it were not so amusing, she thought with a grim smile.

The clip clop of horse hooves now drew near the bend and in a moment, they would round the corner. Evelina crept from her hiding place, making sure her decorative red dress was visibly torn and soiled by the damp forest floor. The first pair of hairy hobbit feet thumped round the corner and she laid herself by the road, sprawled in the classic position of a helpless female mauled and left by the wayside. Peaking through her disheveled black hair, Evelina let out a few pitiful moans for extra emphasis while her hand slipped through the folds of her dress and grasped the cold handle of her blade.

02-25-2003, 12:49 PM	#1
theWhiteLady Wight Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Tennessee Posts: 116	The footsteps came closer and a typical hobbit discussion about gardens and flowers floated merrily up the path where Evelina lay by the roadside. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and she thought contemptously how simpled minded the creatures could be. It would almost seem a pity to take advantage of them if it were not so amusing, she thought with a grim smile. The clip clop of horse hooves now drew near the bend and in a moment, they would round the corner. Evelina crept from her hiding place, making sure her decorative red dress was visibly torn and soiled by the damp forest floor. The first pair of hairy hobbit feet thumped round the corner and she laid herself by the road, sprawled in the classic position of a helpless female mauled and left by the wayside. Peaking through her disheveled black hair, Evelina let out a few pitiful moans for extra emphasis while her hand slipped through the folds of her dress and grasped the cold handle of her blade.