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(Archive) The Tale of Tuckborough
Pelliwen and Thorhur encounter a halfling.
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Location: Stock Road, Outside Tuckborough
Game Date: Unknown
IC Time: Nighttime
Weather: Cool
Description: The moon has risen, a large crescent hanging in the sky, with all the stars to surround it. A soft wind rustles through the grass, but other than that the world is still.
A figure clad in gray walk softly through the grass near the road. It seems as if he creates his own light as he moves slowly, admiring the night, marvelling at the spectacular night.
Beside the grey cloaked figure stolls another. Markedly shorter and slighter, this other being engages in quiet conversation as they progress though the grass. Both appear to be takin in the sights as the do so. THe smaller of the two often pointing out objects and wildlife along there way. This smaller being has a faint glow about her as well, this glow luminates the inside of her hood mouth enough to make out a pale face. They walk at such a smooth pace the grass barely bends about there feet.
There's a loud knocking sound by the intersection. Boldibad stands beside the wooden sign with a hammer. Leaning forward, running his hand over the nail he'd just beaten into the wood, he smiles and wipes his forehead. "That ought to do it," he says aloud. Leaning back against the sign post, he then pulls out what appears to be a pipe and begins packing it. "Took long enough, it did..." he adds lazilly
Thorhur listens as Pelliwen points out the plants, learning much, for he was never one for gardening. Suddenly, he stops, and turns his face up at the sound of the hammering. He barely understands the speech of that comes after, so he holds out a hand for Pelliwen to stop. In the language of the elves, he whispers, " We're not alone here elleth."
The smaller of the two cloaked figures comes to an immediate halt at the apparent command of the larger. THough halted, the smaller hooded figure also looks toward the repeated hammering, the glow still emminating from her hood mouth. This figure says nothing, she merely looks upon the new arrival without visable expression. Her posture is noticably perfect.
Boldibad crosses his legs and shimmies into a comfortable position against the post, smoke pouring from his mouth as he relaxes. "That's enough work for this week," he says aloud with a little chuckle afterwards.
Thorhur comes forward and studies the creature from the shadows. After a moment of what seems like intense study, he turns back to Pelliwen and smiles. " It's a hafling, or a...hubbit, I think the one called herself?...but it is like the one we met on the way here, except it appears to be a male." He smiles as he turns back to look at the halfling again, then adds quietly to the smaller figure, "It appears to be smoking as well."
Even with her hood up, the smaller figure's head can be seen tilting with thought on the hobbit. " Indeed" she remarks at a whisper. Even with only one word spoken, the soft sindarin language is heavenly to the ear. The heavy grey cloak surrounding the being is pulled tighter, only her soft leather boots and the shape of her face are visable.
Boldibad's head jerks toward the direction of the elves, quite suddenly. After a quiet moment of observation, Boldibad takes a puff from his pipe and grumbles, "Damn kids," to himself. Then, he raises his voice and repeats it, a touch of anger floating on the edges of the shout. "If you little alespots keep harassing me, I'll give you a true reason to hide in the woods!"
Thorhur knows very little of the Common Speech, and this hafling's speech seems harsher. He listens to the words and tone, then turns back to Pelliwen hurriedly, translating in Sindarin what little he made out. "It said something about kids, then about how he'll give us a reason to hide. He thinks we're kids making trouble. Either way though, he doesn't sound too happy right now..." Thorhur himself sounds a bit startled at the hafling's tone.
The smaller hooded figure merely looks up to her larger compainion and nods, it's gaze quickly returns to the smoking hobbit. " Harsh rather, seems it be." she comments again in a soft gentle voice. " Leave it, perhaps best we.". Continuing to stand motionless beside the larger cloaked figure the two figures glow like a ghostly shadow in the grassy field.
After another moment, Boldibad leans forward to peer off into the distance. "Burn my mushrooms," he mutters. He squints his eyes to look through the darkness. "What are they up to now? Come out now," he calls, "the joke's over." He seems to be utterly confused, "Are they--no. Big folk?"
Thorhur doesn't come forward at first, but then turns to Pelliwen. " I guess we're caught..." Hesitantly, the ellon puts one foot forward and stands now part way in and part way out of the shadows. He doesn't speak, only stares curiously at the hafling.
The smaller cloaked figure stays directly beside the larger. It also does not speak. Standing motionless with perfect posture, the being looks on the hobbit absolutely silently. Strangely these glowing cloaked figures at night should cause fear, yet a feeling of calm fills area.
As Boldibad's eyes adjust to what he's been staring at, he gets up to his feet with a start. Dropping his pipe, he puts his hands around his eyes to block out the moonlight and continues to peer in the strangers' direction. Another moment passes before the chubby hobbit slides behind the signpost.
At this, the taller of the two elves cannot help but chuckle, his laugh musical. He doesn't move or speak though, to the halfling...not yet at least.
The smaller cloaked being does not seem to physically react at all. It stands still with perfect posture, looking directly on the signpost that the hobbit is hidden behind. " I believe we have feared it." she remarks softly, a slight smile only visable to the larger can be observed. " A rare sight indeed we must be in a hobbit field Thorhur. We should have been more careful to go unseen in the future, lest we scare the entire population"
Boldibad waves a fist, "I don't care if you are Bree Men or ghosts! You'd better clear out o' here, and quick! I'm going to fetch the bounders right away!" He quickly roots around for his pipe, picks it up, and takes several steps backward, toward Great Smials.
Thorhur sighs. "I think he's gone," he says in the elvish language, "And normally I would agree with you Pelliwen. It's just that they'd normally be asleep, I think. Besides, we're not that far from the camp, and I thought a nice stroll through these lands would be nice. I am going back to camp though, for I will need to relieve the guard soon." With a nod, the ellon disappears back into the shadows, where only the most trained eyes could see the tents of the Galadhrim.
The smaller cloaked figure does not leave with the larger. Instead she takes afew careful steps toward the fearful hobbit. In one graceful movement she reaches up with both hands and lowers her hood. It is not a bree man nor a ghost, but a beautiful female elf within. Pale white skin now glowing unfettered by a hood, her green eyes are brightest shade of green imaginable. The elleth's hair is tied tightly back into a single auburn braid which falls perfectly over her shoulder. A slight smile that is rather calming, crosses her thin face as she slowly progresses toward the hobbit.
Boldibad throws his pipe in Pelliwen's direction and takes off, in a brisk run, toward Great Smials.
A figure clad in gray walk softly through the grass near the road. It seems as if he creates his own light as he moves slowly, admiring the night, marvelling at the spectacular night.
Beside the grey cloaked figure stolls another. Markedly shorter and slighter, this other being engages in quiet conversation as they progress though the grass. Both appear to be takin in the sights as the do so. THe smaller of the two often pointing out objects and wildlife along there way. This smaller being has a faint glow about her as well, this glow luminates the inside of her hood mouth enough to make out a pale face. They walk at such a smooth pace the grass barely bends about there feet.
There's a loud knocking sound by the intersection. Boldibad stands beside the wooden sign with a hammer. Leaning forward, running his hand over the nail he'd just beaten into the wood, he smiles and wipes his forehead. "That ought to do it," he says aloud. Leaning back against the sign post, he then pulls out what appears to be a pipe and begins packing it. "Took long enough, it did..." he adds lazilly
Thorhur listens as Pelliwen points out the plants, learning much, for he was never one for gardening. Suddenly, he stops, and turns his face up at the sound of the hammering. He barely understands the speech of that comes after, so he holds out a hand for Pelliwen to stop. In the language of the elves, he whispers, "
The smaller of the two cloaked figures comes to an immediate halt at the apparent command of the larger. THough halted, the smaller hooded figure also looks toward the repeated hammering, the glow still emminating from her hood mouth. This figure says nothing, she merely looks upon the new arrival without visable expression. Her posture is noticably perfect.
Boldibad crosses his legs and shimmies into a comfortable position against the post, smoke pouring from his mouth as he relaxes. "That's enough work for this week," he says aloud with a little chuckle afterwards.
Thorhur comes forward and studies the creature from the shadows. After a moment of what seems like intense study, he turns back to Pelliwen and smiles. "
Even with her hood up, the smaller figure's head can be seen tilting with thought on the hobbit. "
Boldibad's head jerks toward the direction of the elves, quite suddenly. After a quiet moment of observation, Boldibad takes a puff from his pipe and grumbles, "Damn kids," to himself. Then, he raises his voice and repeats it, a touch of anger floating on the edges of the shout. "If you little alespots keep harassing me, I'll give you a true reason to hide in the woods!"
Thorhur knows very little of the Common Speech, and this hafling's speech seems harsher. He listens to the words and tone, then turns back to Pelliwen hurriedly, translating in Sindarin what little he made out. "It said something about kids, then about how he'll give us a reason to hide. He thinks we're kids making trouble. Either way though, he doesn't sound too happy right now..." Thorhur himself sounds a bit startled at the hafling's tone.
The smaller hooded figure merely looks up to her larger compainion and nods, it's gaze quickly returns to the smoking hobbit. "
After another moment, Boldibad leans forward to peer off into the distance. "Burn my mushrooms," he mutters. He squints his eyes to look through the darkness. "What are they up to now? Come out now," he calls, "the joke's over." He seems to be utterly confused, "Are they--no. Big folk?"
Thorhur doesn't come forward at first, but then turns to Pelliwen. "
The smaller cloaked figure stays directly beside the larger. It also does not speak. Standing motionless with perfect posture, the being looks on the hobbit absolutely silently. Strangely these glowing cloaked figures at night should cause fear, yet a feeling of calm fills area.
As Boldibad's eyes adjust to what he's been staring at, he gets up to his feet with a start. Dropping his pipe, he puts his hands around his eyes to block out the moonlight and continues to peer in the strangers' direction. Another moment passes before the chubby hobbit slides behind the signpost.
At this, the taller of the two elves cannot help but chuckle, his laugh musical. He doesn't move or speak though, to the halfling...not yet at least.
The smaller cloaked being does not seem to physically react at all. It stands still with perfect posture, looking directly on the signpost that the hobbit is hidden behind. "
Boldibad waves a fist, "I don't care if you are Bree Men or ghosts! You'd better clear out o' here, and quick! I'm going to fetch the bounders right away!" He quickly roots around for his pipe, picks it up, and takes several steps backward, toward Great Smials.
Thorhur sighs. "I think he's gone," he says in the elvish language, "And normally I would agree with you Pelliwen. It's just that they'd normally be asleep, I think. Besides, we're not that far from the camp, and I thought a nice stroll through these lands would be nice. I am going back to camp though, for I will need to relieve the guard soon." With a nod, the ellon disappears back into the shadows, where only the most trained eyes could see the tents of the Galadhrim.
The smaller cloaked figure does not leave with the larger. Instead she takes afew careful steps toward the fearful hobbit. In one graceful movement she reaches up with both hands and lowers her hood. It is not a bree man nor a ghost, but a beautiful female elf within. Pale white skin now glowing unfettered by a hood, her green eyes are brightest shade of green imaginable. The elleth's hair is tied tightly back into a single auburn braid which falls perfectly over her shoulder. A slight smile that is rather calming, crosses her thin face as she slowly progresses toward the hobbit.
Boldibad throws his pipe in Pelliwen's direction and takes off, in a brisk run, toward Great Smials.
Players: Thorhur,Pelliwen,Boldibad
