[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight downed the last drop of his beer, patted Mr. Baggins on his curly head, and walked purposely across the party area, scattering guests left and right as they fled his disconcerting presence (or was it his putrid smell?). When he had left the shelter of his ‘barrow’, he had immediately noticed and tallied the treasure left by the guest called Sindaculion. But, while quaffing the last of his very tasty brew, he had suddenly noticed that the pile of trinkets seemed a bit short. At first it had crossed his mind that hobbits were quite nimble-fingered, but upon a longer look, he noticed the princess’ lovely tiara.

“Never steal from a wight,” he mumbled to himself, clutching his one fist tightly.

His quick pace soon let him towering over Estelyn, looking down on her with a horrible scowl.

“That’s a lovely headpiece,” he said. "And what a beautiful ring."

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: The Barrow-Wight ]