Resistance RPG

[Imladris]

30 October

Olo suddenly found his peaceful sleep disturbed by a most impudent imp who had kicked him in the backside, sending the miserable hobbit tumbling down into the leaves. Hob, for so the hobbit proved to be, was shouting about breaking camp and doing a lot of work today. "Oh, shut up," Olo muttered as he hauled himself into onto his feet. "We are not going anywhere until I have a smoke and until we have breakfast and that's that. We can go without elvensies and second breakfasts, but we are not going without breakfast." He shot a baleful glare at Hob. Stomping over to where Brass was pleasantly snoring, Olo hauled the blankets from the hobbit and bawled into his ear, "Up ye lazy bones!"

As Olo fried a bit of bacon, he said, "Here is the deal. We go find our big strong men and let them do their thing with them Tooks--" revolting images flashed into his mind -- "but we are not to interfere. Sharkey's our boss--" poignant glance at Hob --" and what he says goes." He remained silent, thick grey smoke curling into the peaceful sky. He mentally fidgeted and squirmed: this business with the Tooks was not what he called profitable in a sense. If they were to just haul them off to the Lockbottoms and watch them suffer that would be all right, especially since some of them were rather amusing when riled. Olo stifled a chuckle as he remembered that uppity Lobelia Sackville Baggins. A doubt gnawed in his mind. There was another thing. He hadn't seen much of that Lotho lately...probably too lazy to get out of bed, Olo thought scornfully. "Let's go!" he shouted, jerking himself from his ruminations.

[ September 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]