******The Shire******
Orlo awoke, realising heavily that they would soon be leaving Bree behind, and getting on the wearisome road again. His spirits were further dampened as the problem of the Elves and Dwarves hit him. Gloomily, he looked about the room. Judging by the greyness of the sky, it was very early morning. Remembering the talking-to Hardo had given him the last time he had woken him up early, he decided to let the others sleep.
He quickly packed up the loose and stray things in the room they would need, and proceeded down to the hobbit rooms, feeling increasing nervous. He raised a timid hand and knocked gently on the door. He could hear the inhabitants of the room stirring and mumbling, and then a bearded face opened the door and peered through a minute crack. It appeared to be Serin, who raised a bushy eyebrow.
"Good morning, sir," Orlo said in his most polite tone. "I'm very sorry to wake you so early in the morning and all, but I'm here, t-to ask you to get ready f-f-or Rivendell. We're s-setting off after breakfast."
The dwarf grunted in acknowledgement and shut the door. Orlo stared at it for a minute, and scampered off to wake his fellow hobbits.
After a great deal of grumbling and mumbling, everyone was finally dressed and ready for breakfast. The Dwarves had already finished, and much to Orlo's disappointment, breakfast was a hasty meal. Finally, the Dwarves lead the ponies out of Bree and onto the road.
Orlo turned to Hardo and their Dwarf guides. He himself had no idea where Rivendell lay: he hoped the others would know. It appeared they did, and so the travelling began again. He fell back a step to walk with Serin, and smiled politely in greeting, hoping to strike up a conversation with the Dwarf.
[ October 13, 2002: Message edited by: Ringwraith Number Two ]
|