Arcon! As I live and breathe! exclaimed Bethberry, jumping up and running to greet the familiar companion. She takes his hand in hers and shakes it in a merry greeting. (OOC: nothing else! *grins*)
You are far from Mithlond. Cirdan must cast his nets far afield in these times. Come, there is coffee yet left for you and I'm sure you can prevail upon Gandalf for some leaf, should you wish, or this very helpful halfling, Holly, although for the time being she seems quite involved with her muse.
[ July 04, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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