'Well, Daisy, come on along then. I've packed us a little bread and some dried meat to tide us over til we get back.' Bullroarer watched as she walked toward him, sling at the ready on her belt and a pouch full of stones tied near it. She had flung her cloak back over her shoulders, as it looked to be a somewhat sunny day, and had brought a length of thin rope should they be successful and had to carry a number of kills home.
Gaddy had busied himself a short distance away from Bullroarer. Broom in hand, he seemed to be sweeping snow from something as they passed, and he smiled shyly and waved, as if at both of them. The old Took noted, however, that his gaze did not extend to him, and laughed to himself. 'Got it bad, that one!' he thought, shaking his head.
'Come along, Daisy, my girl. There are squirrels and birds to be got.' he said, taking her elbow to assist her over a log in the snow. She waved shyly back at Gaddy and hurried on, blushing prettily to the roots of her hair.
Bullroarer tsk-tsk'ed to himself and set a fair pace as they made for the wooded area. 'Sweeping snow! I will have to have a talk with that young man!'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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