[dragoneyes]

Hal and Gaddy continued down the road, they'd been walking for a while now, neither of them could bother to keep the time, but the sky was still light, though it was grey and threatening to hail or snow or send some such other form of weather down on them.
"Dear me, the sky ain't too happy is it?" said Hal,
"If by that you mean it's grey, then yes."

"Shouldn't be too much farther by my rekoning we've, well, I've been walking for a while now."
"Hey, now don't blame me that you aren't tall enough to get up here."
"I'm not, I'm blamin' yer for me not being tall enough. I'm blamin' yer for not being strong enough to pull me up."
"Me? Pull you up? You're a huge great lump, I'd have no chance."
"It's not my fault, I'm built this way, just because you're one of the smaller hobbits in the Shire,"
"I'm small and proud of it." said Gaddy, and so he was, he barely reached Hal's shoulder, it was the stoor blood in him. When he'd walked up to Bullroarer, he'd been made to feel smaller than ever, he didn't mind though, he was used to it. The only thing which really annoyed Gaddy about his height was when it came up in conversations with distant relations, everyone else was told how they'd grown, whereas he was always told how he was as small as ever.

"We're nearly there anyway, so don't get too guilty for making me walk."
"Oh, how near are we?"
"Just round the next corner." They rounded the bend in the road, and there was the magnificent Took household, it looked different when not packed with hobbits as it had been the day before. The road was empty, it seemed as though they were the first there. Hal led Fallor up to the front door, banged the knocker and waited for an answer.

[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]