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piosenniel · 03-13-2003, 07:15 PM

‘Here now!’ yelled Prim, as she spied the quickly approaching pack of ponies. Cook had run to join her, seeing Prim stand resolutely in the path of the advance. Both ladies had hastily removed their aprons and now stood flapping them wildly in the face of the lead pony. It had the desired effect.

Dumpling was a mild mannered Shire pony and he served his rider, Halfred Whitfoot, well. Never complaining about the extra pounds that seemed to creep onto the Hobbit’s frame with each passing year, he was always willing to try to give what Halfred demanded. But this was too much! He shied at the great white flapping cloths. They spooked him, and he reared up wildly, pawing at them with his hooves then turned and tried to get away.

Halfred clung on for dear life. He was not a born rider, and though he enjoyed riding sedately on his rounds about the Shire, he did not relish the thrill of the chase on horseback, nor was he prepared for the fractious reaction of his mount. He went tumbling onto the ground, as Dumpling reared and then ran off, the bit in his teeth, eyes rolling madly at the ladies and their aprons.

The rest of the posse came to a tumultuous halt, barely keeping their own mounts from panicking. They milled about in the yard of the Inn, looking down at their fallen leader. Halfred raised himself up to a sitting position, rubbing the rapidly growing goose egg bump where his head had met the dirt. His eyes were a little unfocused and he winced with pain as he looked at the figure standing over him.

‘Halfred Whitfoot! What cause have you to come charging into the Inn yard like this?! No one here called for you.’ Prim fixed him with a hard, brown eye as he smiled weakly up at her. ‘Not here to cause me any trouble are you?’ she demanded.

A sudden gleam came into her eye, and she reached down a hand, hoisting him to his feet. 'On second thought, you might just have arrived in time. There are some visiting Hobbits who have gone missing. Perhaps you and your doughty force can help us find them . . .'

03-13-2003, 07:15 PM	#187
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Here now!’ yelled Prim, as she spied the quickly approaching pack of ponies. Cook had run to join her, seeing Prim stand resolutely in the path of the advance. Both ladies had hastily removed their aprons and now stood flapping them wildly in the face of the lead pony. It had the desired effect. Dumpling was a mild mannered Shire pony and he served his rider, Halfred Whitfoot, well. Never complaining about the extra pounds that seemed to creep onto the Hobbit’s frame with each passing year, he was always willing to try to give what Halfred demanded. But this was too much! He shied at the great white flapping cloths. They spooked him, and he reared up wildly, pawing at them with his hooves then turned and tried to get away. Halfred clung on for dear life. He was not a born rider, and though he enjoyed riding sedately on his rounds about the Shire, he did not relish the thrill of the chase on horseback, nor was he prepared for the fractious reaction of his mount. He went tumbling onto the ground, as Dumpling reared and then ran off, the bit in his teeth, eyes rolling madly at the ladies and their aprons. The rest of the posse came to a tumultuous halt, barely keeping their own mounts from panicking. They milled about in the yard of the Inn, looking down at their fallen leader. Halfred raised himself up to a sitting position, rubbing the rapidly growing goose egg bump where his head had met the dirt. His eyes were a little unfocused and he winced with pain as he looked at the figure standing over him. ‘Halfred Whitfoot! What cause have you to come charging into the Inn yard like this?! No one here called for you.’ Prim fixed him with a hard, brown eye as he smiled weakly up at her. ‘Not here to cause me any trouble are you?’ she demanded. A sudden gleam came into her eye, and she reached down a hand, hoisting him to his feet. 'On second thought, you might just have arrived in time. There are some visiting Hobbits who have gone missing. Perhaps you and your doughty force can help us find them . . .' __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.