[Imladris]

October 31

Olo stretched and yawned as the bright sunlight insolently urged him awake and hauled him to his feet. The remains of his chessboard still remained in the dirt, but the fire was mere embers and needed to be revived. "Oh bother," he muttered looking at the sun. "No time to cook breakfast. Left over dinner it is, then." He made a wry face. "Everybody wake up," he bellowed as he began to pack up. "We get on the road now."

With much clanking and ruckus, Olo packed the cooking utensils and the food, throwing some cooked ham that he had discovered in his pack over to the other two drowsy hobbits. Taking a pail of water, he doused the glowing embers and listened with satisfaction the harsh sizzle that erupted from the clouds of smoke. Taking his large furry foot, he effectively spread the ashes across the land and said proudly, "Now no passing hobbits will ever know 'twas us here."

With heavy packs swung over their shoulders and some grumbling between their teeth, the hobbit shirrifs crept after the group of hobbits, Olo still berating the men. "Still, best not to go too swiftly," Olo mused to himself as he gradually slowed the pace somewhat. "We got loot to look forward to an' all, but what Ferny said about them Tooks..." he shook his head.

[ October 12, 2003: Message edited by: Imladris ]