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Child of the 7th Age · 05-23-2002, 06:39 AM

Child grinned and turned to meet the sunrise. Yawn. She really had not gotten enough sleep. Nevertheless, she was feeling immeasurably better.

The nightmares of the preceding evening had receded. Things were not quite so bad as they had first seemed. She had strange memories from the midnight before of lying on the floor and howling incoherent words.

She feared she had had some sort of hallucination where Mithadan had lost his Palantir and personally blamed Child for its disappearance. Now she discovered that the Palantir had not been lost. It was there and, wonder of wonders, that incredibly ingenious Birdland had located the REG.

Moreover, Mithadan had actually seen her, given her a glare and yelled at her, yet she was still intact and walking around the Downs. This was most reassuring. Most critical for her personal happinss had been the discovery of her dear annotated Silm.

In the remains of the infamous barrel, she had found the sodden pages of the precious volume. And, wonder of wonder, it was wet but still readable.

Altogether she was feeling much better. Birdland, Piosenniel, and Veritas also seemed to have recovered from the vagaries of the previous night.

Now, Child had a practical problem and one which was far more amenable to a hobbit who had a reputation of being an excellent bourgeois burglar. No more threatening people with swords, just the well understood business of counting up the anticipated pennies on the calculator and figuring out how best to ransom the REG for the largest possible sum. Oh, good, here was her calculator in the mailbag!

Oh, yes, this was quite up her alley and she was going to have fun. Her back stiffened with new resolve as she began to compose the
needed ransom note mentally in her head.

She scurried ahead up the trail until she reached the well concealed entrance of Henneth Annun. Turning around, she beamed at her companions: "Hey, come on, hurry up! I haven't got all day. I need those silver pennies to add on a new wing to my beloved hobbit hole since, as we all know, accomodations in the Downs are often less than desirable."

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

05-23-2002, 06:39 AM	#372
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Child grinned and turned to meet the sunrise. Yawn. She really had not gotten enough sleep. Nevertheless, she was feeling immeasurably better. The nightmares of the preceding evening had receded. Things were not quite so bad as they had first seemed. She had strange memories from the midnight before of lying on the floor and howling incoherent words. She feared she had had some sort of hallucination where Mithadan had lost his Palantir and personally blamed Child for its disappearance. Now she discovered that the Palantir had not been lost. It was there and, wonder of wonders, that incredibly ingenious Birdland had located the REG. Moreover, Mithadan had actually seen her, given her a glare and yelled at her, yet she was still intact and walking around the Downs. This was most reassuring. Most critical for her personal happinss had been the discovery of her dear annotated Silm. In the remains of the infamous barrel, she had found the sodden pages of the precious volume. And, wonder of wonder, it was wet but still readable. Altogether she was feeling much better. Birdland, Piosenniel, and Veritas also seemed to have recovered from the vagaries of the previous night. Now, Child had a practical problem and one which was far more amenable to a hobbit who had a reputation of being an excellent bourgeois burglar. No more threatening people with swords, just the well understood business of counting up the anticipated pennies on the calculator and figuring out how best to ransom the REG for the largest possible sum. Oh, good, here was her calculator in the mailbag! Oh, yes, this was quite up her alley and she was going to have fun. Her back stiffened with new resolve as she began to compose the needed ransom note mentally in her head. She scurried ahead up the trail until she reached the well concealed entrance of Henneth Annun. Turning around, she beamed at her companions: "Hey, come on, hurry up! I haven't got all day. I need those silver pennies to add on a new wing to my beloved hobbit hole since, as we all know, accomodations in the Downs are often less than desirable." [ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.