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piosenniel · 11-24-2002, 01:12 PM

Dinodas was proving to be a quite talkative companion. A young man with a bright, inquisitive mind could prove to be a valuable asset on the trek they would soon be starting, he thought. Not to mention the fact that he is a strapping male in prime condition, and has a way with animals. ‘I wonder if that extends to understanding the minds and actions of Wargs? Now that would be extremely helpful.’

He sighed mentally, looking about at the companions who had so far shown up. So many females, he thought to himself, and young to boot! What were their families thinking, sending them out on such a dangerous mission! He hoped that the other lads would soon show up, he did not relish the thought of taking care of all these ‘females’ on the long, hard journey.

Bullroarer listened as the lad went on, throwing in the occasional comment as needed or a solemn nod of the head. The main of his attention, though, was fixed on the door to the Inn. He had just glanced up again from a long pull at his tankard, when he saw someone slink in through the door, and look about with measured irritation. ‘A Harfoot, by the look of him.’ he murmured to himself. ‘I wonder what bothers him so.’ He stood up, and gazed toward the Hobbit, wanting a better look at him.

Bullroarer watched as the Hobbit fixed his eyes on him, and with barely concealed exasperation, made his way to where he stood. ‘Must have had some recent deal gone sour for him.’ thought Bullroarer. The man had a keen, piercing stare, and a crafty look which played about his face as he sized up the famous Hobbit who now stood before him. Bullroarer laughed to himself. ‘I’ll wager he could sell me my own horse and make me think it was a good deal!’

‘Greetings, good sir!’ came the polite voice of the Hobbit, breaking through Bullroarer’s thoughts.

The Hobbit extended his hand, and gasped loudly as Bullroarer pulled him near and clapped him soundly on the back. ‘By the Burning Briar!’ roared the mighty Fallohide. ‘I believe we’ve now found our negotiator for Rivendell!’ He held the startled Hobbit at arms’ length, and offered him a pint of the Green Dragon’s finest. ‘Now, what did you say your name was? In all the excitement, I didn’t catch it.’

His eyes shown with a mischievous light as he watched the unnamed Hobbit fight for control of the situation.

11-24-2002, 01:12 PM	#41
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Dinodas was proving to be a quite talkative companion. A young man with a bright, inquisitive mind could prove to be a valuable asset on the trek they would soon be starting, he thought. Not to mention the fact that he is a strapping male in prime condition, and has a way with animals. ‘I wonder if that extends to understanding the minds and actions of Wargs? Now that would be extremely helpful.’ He sighed mentally, looking about at the companions who had so far shown up. So many females, he thought to himself, and young to boot! What were their families thinking, sending them out on such a dangerous mission! He hoped that the other lads would soon show up, he did not relish the thought of taking care of all these ‘females’ on the long, hard journey. Bullroarer listened as the lad went on, throwing in the occasional comment as needed or a solemn nod of the head. The main of his attention, though, was fixed on the door to the Inn. He had just glanced up again from a long pull at his tankard, when he saw someone slink in through the door, and look about with measured irritation. ‘A Harfoot, by the look of him.’ he murmured to himself. ‘I wonder what bothers him so.’ He stood up, and gazed toward the Hobbit, wanting a better look at him. Bullroarer watched as the Hobbit fixed his eyes on him, and with barely concealed exasperation, made his way to where he stood. ‘Must have had some recent deal gone sour for him.’ thought Bullroarer. The man had a keen, piercing stare, and a crafty look which played about his face as he sized up the famous Hobbit who now stood before him. Bullroarer laughed to himself. ‘I’ll wager he could sell me my own horse and make me think it was a good deal!’ ‘Greetings, good sir!’ came the polite voice of the Hobbit, breaking through Bullroarer’s thoughts. The Hobbit extended his hand, and gasped loudly as Bullroarer pulled him near and clapped him soundly on the back. ‘By the Burning Briar!’ roared the mighty Fallohide. ‘I believe we’ve now found our negotiator for Rivendell!’ He held the startled Hobbit at arms’ length, and offered him a pint of the Green Dragon’s finest. ‘Now, what did you say your name was? In all the excitement, I didn’t catch it.’ His eyes shown with a mischievous light as he watched the unnamed Hobbit fight for control of the situation. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.