[Carnëiach]

Brando had once again had muffins (was there an everlasting supply or what?) and the sugar had him bouncing with energy, although he tried to remain composed and mature for the other hobbits.
The stared at the Old forest with eyes like saucers though; uncle pips stories were always in his mind and terrifying as they were, they sounded so exciting...
He looked at the other hobbits to see how they felt. Hardo was miserably grumpy, (as per usual!), Odo seemed as excited as he was. They exchanged a look and grinned, a silent message of Tookish adventure passing between them. Orlo caught his eye also though and gave him what Brando guessed to be a stern look, had it not been so muddle with sleep and grumpiness.
He sighed. If they didnt do something soon, he was never going to get his sword. The young sociable hobbit grew bored of riding alone like this, so he rode up beside Odo, who smiled at him once again. Striking up conversation about elves he soon fell into an interesting conversation with the other hobbit, even though there were years between them, accompanied by the grumbles of Hardo about how noisy young people are today...