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piosenniel · 01-10-2003, 08:57 PM

Branda couldn’t stand it any more. He started giggling, a most undignified, and loud, sound. Bullroarer was horrified. First the rumbling of his empty belly, then Gile’s chuckling, and now this hysterical sound. He nudged Branda hard in the ribs, causing him to make a hiccupping sort of snort as the laughter was cut off by pain.

Olo and Volondil drew back a pace. The Hobbit raised his eyebrows at the Man. Volondil shrugged his shoulders, keeping his weapon at the ready. ‘What sort of beast is it that fits in so small a space?’ asked Volondil. ‘Yet sounds so strange, almost mad, in fact.’ He smiled at Olo, motioning for him to come near. Peeking just out from the shadowed edge of the crate near the wall was a foot, a decidedly hairy foot.

‘By the One!’ cried Olo, shaking his head at the discovery. ‘It’s a Hobbit we’ve got cornered!’ He beat the handle of his sword against the crates. ‘Come out of there you foolish kuduk!

Bullroarer grabbed both Giles and Branda by the collars and hauled them up and out from the hiding place. ‘Actually,’ he said, mustering as much calm and authority as he could in the present situation, ‘It’s three Hobbits you’ve got. Three very sorry Hobbits.’ He looked at the Rangers, just resheathing their blades. ‘Any chance I could stand you a pint or two, just to make up for disturbing your dinner?’

Olo narrowed his eyes as Bullroarer spoke, then burst out laughing. ‘My Stars!’ he said, pointing to where the Took stood. ‘Volondil, we’ve just captured Bandobras Bullroarer Took, hero of the Battle of the Greenfields!’

01-10-2003, 08:57 PM	#167
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Branda couldn’t stand it any more. He started giggling, a most undignified, and loud, sound. Bullroarer was horrified. First the rumbling of his empty belly, then Gile’s chuckling, and now this hysterical sound. He nudged Branda hard in the ribs, causing him to make a hiccupping sort of snort as the laughter was cut off by pain. Olo and Volondil drew back a pace. The Hobbit raised his eyebrows at the Man. Volondil shrugged his shoulders, keeping his weapon at the ready. ‘What sort of beast is it that fits in so small a space?’ asked Volondil. ‘Yet sounds so strange, almost mad, in fact.’ He smiled at Olo, motioning for him to come near. Peeking just out from the shadowed edge of the crate near the wall was a foot, a decidedly hairy foot. ‘By the One!’ cried Olo, shaking his head at the discovery. ‘It’s a Hobbit we’ve got cornered!’ He beat the handle of his sword against the crates. ‘Come out of there you foolish kuduk! Bullroarer grabbed both Giles and Branda by the collars and hauled them up and out from the hiding place. ‘Actually,’ he said, mustering as much calm and authority as he could in the present situation, ‘It’s three Hobbits you’ve got. Three very sorry Hobbits.’ He looked at the Rangers, just resheathing their blades. ‘Any chance I could stand you a pint or two, just to make up for disturbing your dinner?’ Olo narrowed his eyes as Bullroarer spoke, then burst out laughing. ‘My Stars!’ he said, pointing to where the Took stood. ‘Volondil, we’ve just captured Bandobras Bullroarer Took, hero of the Battle of the Greenfields!’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.