Mirabella fell to her knees and tried to block the light from her face. She felt like she had been dreaming for so long...
She looked around when her eyes had slightly adjusted, and saw all the hobbits lying or standing there in the strangest garb she had ever seen. She almost hooted out loud until she realised that she too was wearing the same thing.
She then let out a sort of sqeuak when she saw that it was not the 8 hobbits on their own. One of the Bog Folk was watching over them, and asking questions.
“I am a ranger of this area. Tell me, what are 8 young hobbits doing so far from the Shire?”
Mirabella watched him converse with Olo and Ben. She felt giddy and very sick, but her tongue was always one to move at the worst of times, and now was no exception. A silence came, but Mirabella did not take long to fill it.
'Hey! What the devil is going on here! I canna tell left from right in this awful place, but one thing that Old Bill taught me was no' to trust Big Folk to easily!' she said groggily, before stumbling a little trying to get up...
[ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Taralphiel ]
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