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Old 03-22-2003, 04:46 PM   #251
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At the wishes of Amaranthas, it seemed, daylight lingered long into the evening. The children had eaten quickly, wanting to get back to their games of tag, and Blind Man’s Bluff, and Hide and Seek with its calls of ‘All-y, All-y, Oxen Free’. Mithadan, Merimac and Ban were recruited for a hastily planned game of Hobbits and Trolls. Giggles and screeches of delight rent the evening air as the youngsters eluded the grasps of the dim-witted, lumbering trolls. And in the end there were ‘oomphs’ and gasps and finally deep laughs as the ‘trolls’ were attacked by the doughty band of Hobbits and subdued.

Once the sun had set, Frodo-lad, with Elanor and Rose lit the candle lanterns, and games turned to story telling. The lure of fireflies drew the younger ones from the story circle, and they ran happily beneath the trees with jars supplied from Amaranthas’ pantry, following the winged lights.

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