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Folwren · 07-02-2007, 11:41 AM

The five children sat huddled in a dark corridor not far from the cellar door. It had been impossible for them to see, though, how near they actually were to the opening. But when the door was thrown back, it echoed with a strange, muffled sort of thump down through the earth and Lil lifted her sleepy head and blinked her heavy eyelids.

“Daisy,” Lil whispered. She reached out with her hands, but with the muddled mass of curls and bent over bodies, she could not tell which was her oldest sister. “Tom? Daisy?”

Finally, one of the sleeping hobbits moved and Lil saw the faintest outline of a shadow sit up. “What is it, Lil?” Daisy asked without whispering.

“I thought I heard something.”

There was a tense silence while Daisy and Lil and whoever else happened to be awake sat still and listened until their ears popped. “It was nothing. You’re imagining something. Or you dreamt it.”

But just as she finished saying this, there was another noise, made by someone other than one of the five children. There were voices down the way, muffled a bit, but the words were clear enough. The children did not recognize either voice.

“Come quietly, lad,” said a deep, rough voice, probably not belonging to a hobbit.

“What about a light?” replied the first voice’s companion.

“No time. We’ve got to find them.”

“They’re looking for us!” Lil cried, leaping to her feet. “We’re here, we’re here!” she yelled, cupping her hands in their direction. “Come find us!”

07-02-2007, 11:41 AM	#11
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	The five children sat huddled in a dark corridor not far from the cellar door. It had been impossible for them to see, though, how near they actually were to the opening. But when the door was thrown back, it echoed with a strange, muffled sort of thump down through the earth and Lil lifted her sleepy head and blinked her heavy eyelids. “Daisy,” Lil whispered. She reached out with her hands, but with the muddled mass of curls and bent over bodies, she could not tell which was her oldest sister. “Tom? Daisy?” Finally, one of the sleeping hobbits moved and Lil saw the faintest outline of a shadow sit up. “What is it, Lil?” Daisy asked without whispering. “I thought I heard something.” There was a tense silence while Daisy and Lil and whoever else happened to be awake sat still and listened until their ears popped. “It was nothing. You’re imagining something. Or you dreamt it.” But just as she finished saying this, there was another noise, made by someone other than one of the five children. There were voices down the way, muffled a bit, but the words were clear enough. The children did not recognize either voice. “Come quietly, lad,” said a deep, rough voice, probably not belonging to a hobbit. “What about a light?” replied the first voice’s companion. “No time. We’ve got to find them.” “They’re looking for us!” Lil cried, leaping to her feet. “We’re here, we’re here!” she yelled, cupping her hands in their direction. “Come find us!”