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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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Aman and Zimzi were halfway to the old groundskeeper’s cottage when the nearing sounds of laughter and loud voices mixed in with the clip-clop of horses’ hooves caused them to pull up. ‘I’d know that laugh anywhere!’ cried Zimzi, slipping from the back of Felarof.
A few quick steps soon brought her round a turn in the dirt path and into the arms of her two brothers. Sakal swept her up in his grasp and whirled her about, egged on by Azar to twirl her faster. They paid no heed to warnings from their mother to put her down. Nor did the quick sharp command of their father faze them. This was an old game of the three – spin Zimzi about until she could hardly stand when put down, and later try to evade her own little trap she’d set for turnabout. Felarof, with Aman still astride, had stopped a short ways away from the meeting. He looked on curiously, shaking his head and snorting at the actions of the group. With a great whoop, the brothers set Zimzi on her feet, laughing as she nearly fell. She clung to Azar’s arm and pulled herself up straight, only to note that both her brothers were staring now towards Felarof. ‘Oh, very nice,’ said Sakal. ‘You’ll introduce us, of course,’ followed up Azar, stepping forward. Derufin had by this time come up and put his arm round Zimzi to steady her. He grinned at Aman, then spoke to the brothers. ‘Introduce you? Be happy to oblige. To the horse, right?’ ‘Fine specimen, lads, comes from pure stock . . .’ he began. ‘Fine specimen, indeed,’ murmured Azar, nudging his brother out of the way as he stepped in front of him.’ ‘Not the horse, you oaf,’ Sakal muttered to Derufin. Derufin’s mouth formed a mock ‘O’ of surprise. Zimzi laughed catching the object of her brothers’ glances at last. ‘This is my friend, Mistress Aman, the Innkeeper of The Green Dragon.’ She pointed toward her grinning siblings. ‘And these, Aman, are my dear brothers . . . Azar and Sakal.’ |
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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Wight
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia
Posts: 146
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Gwenneth smiled as she returned to the cookies. The last batch had just come out of the oven and were cooling when Cook made up her mind and sent the crow out to help with the outside decorations.
The elf maid smiled. Momentarily lost in thought, Ginger had to tug on her sleeve to get her attention. "I am sorry Ginger. I did not mean for my mind to wander." "That's alright. I just asked if you wanted to help ice the cookies. We can make the icing while we are waiting on the cookies to finish cooling." "Alright."Gwenneth reached for a mixing bowl and then with a shy smile she turned to the Hobbit next to her. "Ginger, may I mix the yellow coloring? My mother taught me a special recipe. It is a little sweet though." Cook broke in, "The sweeter the better! Hobbits enjoy sweet things." "Yes, ma'am." Gwenneth reached over and picked up a small bag of very fine sugar. Ginger busied herself with mixing the green icing. Every so often Gwenneth could see her friend looking over at what she was doing. The elf began to hum as she worked. After a few minutes, when Ginger was absorbed in mixing her own batch of icing, Gwenneth reached over and put a small dab of golden yellow icing on the back of her Hobbit friend's hand. Ginger did not notice at first until Gwenneth laughed softly. The Hobbit looked up at the elf in surprise. She retaliated with putting an extra spoonful of sugar in the elf's bowl. Suddenly the two heard an "Ahem" from Cook. They exchanged glances and quickly finished their icing.
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"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, ... And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. ~ The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe Narnia Movie Info |
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