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Orual · 01-14-2003, 02:18 PM

It was just after supper at the Bracegirdle home, and the eldest daughter, Melilot, was sweeping. She hummed cheerfully as she did, but her humming slowly quieted into silence. Something was growing on her mind; something she had forgotten, maybe?

"Bother," she muttered, "I wonder what it is. Nothing important, I hope! No, I'm sure it wasn't, or I'd've surely remembered it."

She put the broom up and sat down, thinking hard. What was it now? What could it have been? She recalled the last few days in her mind, trying to see if anything rang a bell. She had spent the morning with Camellia Boffin, flirted with Anson Gamwich, had lunch with Primrose--

Oh, no!

Primrose! Primrose had reminded her about the meeting that Bilbo had called, the one that was to be held tonight!

Melilot sprinted down the road. "Confound it all! Me and my memory--I knew that I'd mess it up! Oh, you numbskull..." she panted, among other (occasionally stronger) berations. Her curly black hair flew out behind her, and she hiked up her green dress to keep from tripping. Her face was rosier than usual with exertion; she wasn't used to running so fast or so much. A few elderly hobbits looked out their windows at her: a strange sight, a young hobbit lass racing down the lane spitting names at herself.

How could Melilot have forgotten the meeting, despite Primrose reminding her time after time after time? She had laughed Prim off, saying something always along the lines of "Oh, Prim, do relax! I've not the best memory in all the Shire, but I won't forget this. It's too important. Anything for Mr. Bilbo!"

Anything for Mr. Bilbo, she thought bitterly, except the one thing he asked of me!

She finally reached Bag End, only to find no signs of a congregation. "Fiddlesticks!" she cried, stamping her feet in frustration. "Oh, Mr. Bilbo will be furious. How could I have forgotten?"

She walked glumly home, biting back tears of anger. What a ninny she was, to forget something like this! What was she to do now? Surely it had been important, and now she didn't know what was going on. Melilot always knew what was going on. Always. "I'll have to ask Prim when next I see her," she sighed, and continued down the road home.

[ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

01-14-2003, 02:18 PM	#48
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	It was just after supper at the Bracegirdle home, and the eldest daughter, Melilot, was sweeping. She hummed cheerfully as she did, but her humming slowly quieted into silence. Something was growing on her mind; something she had forgotten, maybe? "Bother," she muttered, "I wonder what it is. Nothing important, I hope! No, I'm sure it wasn't, or I'd've surely remembered it." She put the broom up and sat down, thinking hard. What was it now? What could it have been? She recalled the last few days in her mind, trying to see if anything rang a bell. She had spent the morning with Camellia Boffin, flirted with Anson Gamwich, had lunch with Primrose-- Oh, no! Primrose! Primrose had reminded her about the meeting that Bilbo had called, the one that was to be held tonight! Melilot sprinted down the road. "Confound it all! Me and my memory--I knew that I'd mess it up! Oh, you numbskull..." she panted, among other (occasionally stronger) berations. Her curly black hair flew out behind her, and she hiked up her green dress to keep from tripping. Her face was rosier than usual with exertion; she wasn't used to running so fast or so much. A few elderly hobbits looked out their windows at her: a strange sight, a young hobbit lass racing down the lane spitting names at herself. How could Melilot have forgotten the meeting, despite Primrose reminding her time after time after time? She had laughed Prim off, saying something always along the lines of "Oh, Prim, do relax! I've not the best memory in all the Shire, but I won't forget this. It's too important. Anything for Mr. Bilbo!" Anything for Mr. Bilbo, she thought bitterly, except the one thing he asked of me! She finally reached Bag End, only to find no signs of a congregation. "Fiddlesticks!" she cried, stamping her feet in frustration. "Oh, Mr. Bilbo will be furious. How could I have forgotten?" She walked glumly home, biting back tears of anger. What a ninny she was, to forget something like this! What was she to do now? Surely it had been important, and now she didn't know what was going on. Melilot always knew what was going on. Always. "I'll have to ask Prim when next I see her," she sighed, and continued down the road home. [ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"