******The Shire******
Orlo silently thanked Master Merry over and over again in his head, as the fact finally registered in his brain that he was actually going to Gondor. His possessions were packed, of course, family informed ("Take care, son, and eat well" were the sound words of advice from his stout father) and he could hardly sit still for excitement.
He had also found out who else was going on the mission at the council that morning: a elderly Hobbit named Hardo Proudfoot who seemed frankly formidable, a young active lad called Brando Took, and another hobbit named Odo Took, the third cousin of Master Peregrin himself, whom he greatly admired.
He looked around his warm surroundings: he had arrived quite early -he hoped he hadn't arrived too early, but it was an important journey after all. Sam and Rosie's little house was very cosy, and very hobbit-like. He suddenly realised that a very long journey lay ahead of him: there would be no warm bed and roaring fire to return to when night set, only the cold and distant stars, and very uncomfortable sleeping places.
Yawning, he settled into the cosy armchair, preparing himself for the journey ahead.
[ September 25, 2002: Message edited by: Ringwraith Number Two ]
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