An Audience With The King RPG

[Amanaduial the archer]

*****Shire******

Brando trotted along cheerfully- he'd been thrilled when Elladan had said thaey were going to Lothlorien. The Golden Wood! He'd heard so much about it from Pippin, about the elegance of the strange buildings, the trees seeming to glow, and of course, the enchanting Lady Galadriel. He was already so full of admiration for the elves, especially Ciri.

Wandering along, head filled with these thoughts, beside the water, Brando didnt hear the others shouting until he heard an huge splash behind him. Leaping away with a yelp he almost knocked over Elladan. Sheepishly untangling himself he looked back and saw Odo floundering in the water.

Fighting back the urge to giggle he fished out the pack which the hobbit had been carrying from the water. As the others pulled the soaking and embarrased Odo from the water, the younger hobbit opened the pack to check everything was Ok and gasped.

"Erm...Elladan?" Brando tugged nervously at the end of the elfs tunic. He turned around, looked slightly mystified, then looked down.

"Yes Brando?"

"I...Odo was carrying alot of the food sir, and...well look." He brandished the soggy pack and the others inspeacted its contents with dismay; the food was ruined. Odo hung his head sheepishly and although Ciri told him half heartedly that it was Ok, she wasnt helped by the running commentary from Hardo on young hobbits these days. In a slightly more sober mood, the group walked on.