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Nerindel · 11-04-2003, 05:02 PM

Toby

Toby shifted uncomfortably under the elven woman's gaze, unable to bare the weight of her sharp, studying eyes any longer he turned his back to the fire and lay down thinking to get some rest, but sleep evaded him. He tossed restlessly for several minutes trying to get comfortable, and then giving up he lay on his back staring up at the stars, contemplating all that had been said after supper.

She is insane he finally concluded. Every Breelander hobbit knew the terrible stories told about the wrights that roamed the downs. He pulled his cloak tighter about him as a cold chill ran down his spine at the mere thought. Then there is the old Forest, tales say that the forest is alive and it attacked Buckland once trying to get over the Hay, driven back only when the hobbits lit fires in the area now aptly called Bonfire glade. Even if they were to survive the downs and the forest, they would still have the Bounders and the masters of Buckland to deal with. Toby snorted indignantly at the thought of Masters Brandybuck and Took, it was largely due to them and Mayor Gamgee that, old Sharky had failed in what this Ravennor, what ever that was? Though he really did not wish to know, the look on Barrold and Avanill's had been enough, sought to do.

He had underestimated the resilience of the hobbits, especially once roused, as most big folk did, they are gifted with being generally undaunted in the face of bad situations, something Toby was aware that he sorely lacked. However, this elf was no different from the old wizard overconfident in her own abilities, he thought disdainfully. Nevertheless, she seemed more dangerous than the old wizard, her serenity and feyness sat ill in the pit of his stomach, he shivered again. Glancing about the camp, he realised that he would not be able to escape them, but he would not permit the indignity of being locked up or killed by the stuck up hobbits of the Shire. He sighed heavily, resigned to the fact that he had no other choice but to help this elf woman, who ever she was.

This feeling was all to familiar, it had been the same when old Bill had forced him to spy on the Shire for Sharky, He would just have to be as careful as he had been then, only a few had known his part in that misadventure and most of them had not survived. Toby grinned at his own cleverness then went back to thinking about the bounders, the two elves and the men would not get within bow shot, without his help... he stifled a satisfied grin and inconspicuously slipped his hand to his dagger, as he heard one of his companions walking about, none of which where to be trusted. His body tensed like a wound spring ready to strike should one of his companions think they would be better rid of him.

11-04-2003, 05:02 PM	#139
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Toby Toby shifted uncomfortably under the elven woman's gaze, unable to bare the weight of her sharp, studying eyes any longer he turned his back to the fire and lay down thinking to get some rest, but sleep evaded him. He tossed restlessly for several minutes trying to get comfortable, and then giving up he lay on his back staring up at the stars, contemplating all that had been said after supper. She is insane he finally concluded. Every Breelander hobbit knew the terrible stories told about the wrights that roamed the downs. He pulled his cloak tighter about him as a cold chill ran down his spine at the mere thought. Then there is the old Forest, tales say that the forest is alive and it attacked Buckland once trying to get over the Hay, driven back only when the hobbits lit fires in the area now aptly called Bonfire glade. Even if they were to survive the downs and the forest, they would still have the Bounders and the masters of Buckland to deal with. Toby snorted indignantly at the thought of Masters Brandybuck and Took, it was largely due to them and Mayor Gamgee that, old Sharky had failed in what this Ravennor, what ever that was? Though he really did not wish to know, the look on Barrold and Avanill's had been enough, sought to do. He had underestimated the resilience of the hobbits, especially once roused, as most big folk did, they are gifted with being generally undaunted in the face of bad situations, something Toby was aware that he sorely lacked. However, this elf was no different from the old wizard overconfident in her own abilities, he thought disdainfully. Nevertheless, she seemed more dangerous than the old wizard, her serenity and feyness sat ill in the pit of his stomach, he shivered again. Glancing about the camp, he realised that he would not be able to escape them, but he would not permit the indignity of being locked up or killed by the stuck up hobbits of the Shire. He sighed heavily, resigned to the fact that he had no other choice but to help this elf woman, who ever she was. This feeling was all to familiar, it had been the same when old Bill had forced him to spy on the Shire for Sharky, He would just have to be as careful as he had been then, only a few had known his part in that misadventure and most of them had not survived. Toby grinned at his own cleverness then went back to thinking about the bounders, the two elves and the men would not get within bow shot, without his help... he stifled a satisfied grin and inconspicuously slipped his hand to his dagger, as he heard one of his companions walking about, none of which where to be trusted. His body tensed like a wound spring ready to strike should one of his companions think they would be better rid of him. Last edited by Nerindel; 03-13-2004 at 07:44 PM.