[maikafanawen]

Peony sat in a large wooden chair next to Anson in the meeting room, on a large stack of pillows so that she could see over the table. The elves spoke in slow voices, informing all of the mission’s necessities. Another hobbit, named Ferdinand spoke up, and offered his service. Then, Andunériel told of the plant. The Ainereg. It was the flower they needed for the cure. Peony nodded. Well at least we don’t have to waste time rummaging through books and such, trying to figure out what it is we even need. All we have to do now is go get it! The elves talked back and forth about the plant, and its location in Fangorn Forest.

“The journey,” said the man called Marsilion, “will be perilous, if we go.” He eyed Fredegar and Peony. The older hobbit nodded, but the young girl glared at him. Ha. Perilous. No one would suspect a hobbit girl of any threat. That will be my best weapon! Peony’s gift at sneaking into and around places she shouldn’t be was superior to any of the other hobbits she had ever known. And being half the size of the other elves and men would give her the advantage. The man broke the gaze and more words were exchanged between the rangers, elves, and Anson. While Elenith was speaking, Peony leaned over to Anson.

“That man,” she said, pointing to Marsilion, “gave me a funny look when he was informing us that the journey would be "perilous". So I think I’ll go.” Anson furrowed his brow at her and she made to stand up and announce her decision herself. “Attention please then. Yes—I think I’ll go too.” She took in the mixture of amused glances and said defensively. “Well, I may not be very useful in combat, but we aren’t really dealing with a physical enemy now are we?” She folded her arms coolly. “I won’t get in the way seein’ as how I’m so small and such.” The hobbit lass held her chin high. “Yes, so, when ever we leave, I’ll be with you.” She nodded and sat down again on the pillows and settled back comfortably to watch the others talk. They looked around, as if humored for a moment, then resumed their discussion. No attempt was made to prevent Peony from going. She supposed that they assumed to just leave her behind. Peony looked sideways at Anson who was chuckling quietly. He turned to her and muttered,

“It would appear that you will be going Peony.” The hobbit lass smiled smugly and listened as final plans were discussed.

[ March 31, 2003: Message edited by: maikafanawen ]