As he arrived at the hill over Bywater, he came up to the Green Dragon! Oooh! That elfen witchy character looked positively creepy with her companion! Ah, well! Shouldn't judge by appearances, howener pretty or ugly, as his gaffer tended to say of a time.
Now for an ale and maybe a bit of labor, aye that would cheer him up no end. But what ho, the Inn is near finished! The scallywags! they had gone and done it again, they had done the work without him. Oh, well. As much as can be avoided should, as his gaf... Arrghh! He must have that ale and forget certain things.
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Ponto sipped the ale, and stared at the others nearby, elves and hobbits; mainly hobbits. So many people, so many. He had not been near so many since the days of the fire..... Siiiip!!!! He had to forget!
All of his past, all the things he done for his love, for naught! Why must he remember! It was always too painful a thing to broach. With the stopper unplugged, it all came down on him in a flood. All, from the fire to the awakening, to all the women scorning, to his late companion Oin Stealthanvil, to his gaffer Smallburrow. Why? He nearly wept with the force of emotion pouring over his self.
He had to have come here, to this Inn, this bustling place full of so many people. He would leave soon.
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"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and with more knowledge comes more grief."
Last edited by piosenniel; 03-05-2004 at 11:39 AM.
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