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piosenniel · 12-20-2002, 11:17 AM

It was late afternoon, by the time Bullroarer gave the sign to Branda that all was in readiness. He came to the stable and motioned for the Hobbit to come out. There was flour on his cheek, where he had rubbed an itch while making the cake, and frosting festooned the apron he had hurriedly tied about him in hopes of saving his clothes.

'Give us about ten minutes, Branda.' he whispered. 'Gaddy's got the cake done with my help and it's cooled down enough to put the frosting on.' He reached down with a finger and dabbed at one of the specks on his chest. 'Good chocolate!' he said smiling as he licked the finger.

He strode back to the house whistling a tune to himself. Once inside, he beamed at the hurrying Hobbits, putting up the last bits of decoration. Presents were piled on a small table in the front room, and fresh boughs of fir and pine were stuck here and there sending their pleasant scent into the room. Autumn and Giles had taken the small shiny cookie cutters from the kitchen drawer and hung them on twine from some of the bows, where they twinkled merrily in the firelight.

The big table from the kitchen had been brought to the room and placed at its side. It was filled with delicious foods, and drinks. In the center sat the lovely, though slightly lopsided, two layered cake with 'Daisy' written on the top in white lettering.

'Are we ready!' he boomed to the Hobbits. 'Yes!' they cried, and moved to take their places about the room.

Bullroarer went to the front door and shouted out toward the stables. 'Daisy! Get in here, and quickly! I've something to discuss with you!'

Daisy came at a run, followed by the other Hobbits, wondering all the while what Bullroarer could want of her. She entered the door first, breathless and red cheeked from her exertions. A great shout went up.

'Happy Birthday, Daisy!'

The party had begun . . .

[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-20-2002, 11:17 AM	#125
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It was late afternoon, by the time Bullroarer gave the sign to Branda that all was in readiness. He came to the stable and motioned for the Hobbit to come out. There was flour on his cheek, where he had rubbed an itch while making the cake, and frosting festooned the apron he had hurriedly tied about him in hopes of saving his clothes. 'Give us about ten minutes, Branda.' he whispered. 'Gaddy's got the cake done with my help and it's cooled down enough to put the frosting on.' He reached down with a finger and dabbed at one of the specks on his chest. 'Good chocolate!' he said smiling as he licked the finger. He strode back to the house whistling a tune to himself. Once inside, he beamed at the hurrying Hobbits, putting up the last bits of decoration. Presents were piled on a small table in the front room, and fresh boughs of fir and pine were stuck here and there sending their pleasant scent into the room. Autumn and Giles had taken the small shiny cookie cutters from the kitchen drawer and hung them on twine from some of the bows, where they twinkled merrily in the firelight. The big table from the kitchen had been brought to the room and placed at its side. It was filled with delicious foods, and drinks. In the center sat the lovely, though slightly lopsided, two layered cake with 'Daisy' written on the top in white lettering. 'Are we ready!' he boomed to the Hobbits. 'Yes!' they cried, and moved to take their places about the room. Bullroarer went to the front door and shouted out toward the stables. 'Daisy! Get in here, and quickly! I've something to discuss with you!' Daisy came at a run, followed by the other Hobbits, wondering all the while what Bullroarer could want of her. She entered the door first, breathless and red cheeked from her exertions. A great shout went up. 'Happy Birthday, Daisy!' The party had begun . . . [ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.