Day1
What does a shocked and stupefied hobbit do to get over the anguish?
Well you guessed it right.
They all crowded into the Green Dragon to get some advice with a pint.
The older members of the village: the old Lommy Baggins, Menel "Lupo" Furryface (who did fall asleep only to wake up a minute before the sunset), Morm Harrybelly and gammer Fea-Belladonna Briarpatch, Farael Twofoot (who never woke up after getting a nap after the first pint), Val Furryfoot, Kath Woodyend and the gaffer Kuru Shrewthwacker sat on the big table in the middle of the inn.
The adults: both Sackville-Bagginses, Agan and Legate, Volo "Justy" Proudfoot, Mac Sandyman, Brinn Burrows and Rikae Took claimed the second largest one.
The youngsters: Might of Greenholm, Sally Shortbrush, Lilla Greenhand, Nerwen Hornblower and Shasta of the River were forced to be content with the smallest one right beside the doorway.
One thing was clear on everyone’s mind: no hobbit had ever killed another hobbit in the Shire. But now it seemed that the age-old tradition was in danger of being broken. The faces were stern when the discussion opened but soon the hobbits fell back to their normal manner of speaking with jokes shared and puns thrown over and within the tables. And there was ale a-plenty and loads of food as well. After all if they had prepared for a feast so why to leave the food to rot even if there wasn't the jubilant mood they had been expecting?
The old feuds between the Harrybellies and Furryfoots seemed to ignite and in the end of the day the usual “she’s a Baggins so she can’t be up to any good” –argument was brought to the table as well.
At one point the young Greenholm already stood up from his table and promised to kill himself if the older people didn’t leave him alone. But as no one seemed to take the dramatics seriously enough he quietly settled back to his seat.
After getting a mug or two too much of ale Legate Sackville-Baggins rose from his seat and started throwing suspicions to the table of the elders: “I’m displeased with you Harrybelly; and your arguments old Shrewthwacker are not valid and I don’t even like your behaviour in the first place; and Miss. Briarpatch, your wits are sleepy”. After some cooling down it was decided that no major damage was done – even if he was a Sackville-Baggins.
It soon became obvious that also some others than the loudmouthed Legate Sackville-Baggins were having second thoughts over the old Morm Harrybelly. But even more clouds started emerging over the young Nerwen Hornblower.
She had actively taken part in the discussions at the early hours but went paler and paler - and fell quieter and quieter - as the discussion got on.
"I’d say it’s you", said Rikae Took and Brinn Burrows agreed. The Sackville-Bagginses were ready to follow the line. Mac Sandyman looked at the others around him in the adult’s table and agreed as well. The adult’s table had spoken – only Volo "Justy" Proudfoot looked like disagreeing.
Some youngsters as well as oldies seemed to be happy with the decision.
“So what shall we do then?” asked Kuru Shrewthwacker.
“Killing feels nasty” added Lommy Baggins.
“I’ll spare you the trouble” the young Hornblower said and ran out from the Inn.
The others followed after her but it was too late. Nerwen had thrown herself into the Water. Her body floated downriver. It was an unchanged body of a hobbit.
The dead:
Nogrod (mod) - Noggie Boffin - beheaded and played soccer with on Night1
Nerwen (ordo) - Nerwen Hornblower - jumped to the river not to force anyone to kill another hobbit on Day1
The living:
Thinlómien - Lommy Baggins
Legate of Amon Lanc - Legate Sackville-Baggins
Aganzir - Agan Sackville-Baggins
Meneltarmacil - Lupo Furryface
Volo - Justy Proudfoot
Macalaure - Mac Sandyman
The Might - Might of Greenholm
Mormegil - Mormegil Harrybelly
Feanor of the Peredhil - Belladonna Briarpatch
Brinniel - Brinn Burrows
Satansaloser2005 - Sally Shortbrush
Farael – Farael Twofoot
A Little Green - Lilla Greenhand
Valier - Vallen FurryFoot
Kath – Kath Woodyend
Rikae – Rikae Took
Shastanis Althreduin – Shasta of the River
Kuruharan -Kuru Shrewthwacker
Night2 has landed.
The werewolves do your thing. The Seer and The Ranger give me your picks.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
Last edited by Nogrod; 11-30-2007 at 06:08 PM.
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