Elendor
Sliding in the snow
Two of Bree's younger folk climb the Hill with similar ideas in mind
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Location: Bree Hill
Game Date: February 3050
IC Time: Afternoon
Weather: Snow
Description: Top of Bree Hill(#18162Rnto)
It's deep night as you are standing on the summit of Bree Hill. The sky is starry and the lights of Bree can be seen twinkling below your feet. The only sounds you can hear is the roaring of the wind and the far away rustling of the leaves of Chetwood.
Obvious exits:
 SouthEast leads to Upper Staddle.
 Downhill leads to Near the Top of Bree Hill.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Wed Jun 09 14:27:59 2010
Bree time: Late afternoon on Sunday of Winter - February 20,1450
Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous Moon
Breelands Weather
The winter air is cold and dry around you. Snow piles on the ground around your feet. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing gibbous phase.
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Snow has been falling for the past couple of days, and it's still doing it - by now there's a nice thick layer built up, several feet deep in some places where the wind's blown it. Bree Hill rests peacefully beneath its white blanket, all its lumps and bumps smoothed away. The afternoon is getting on, and down below some of the lights in town are already lit, their distant glow promising warmth and cheer that cannot be found on a frozen hilltop.
Suddenly from one of the drifts comes a sudden flurry of movement. Snow starts to fall away from its smooth sides, almost as though something were tunnelling through. An oversized rabbit?
[Nob(#16122)] There is someone else up on the hill as well - Gidon has come the back way over to Bree from Archet, and now he stops near the top of one of the shoulders of the mountain and looks down. A long slide of snow lies before him, invitingly smooth. The boy hesitates, then grins suddenly - a surprisingly light expression on his somber face - and runs forward, throwing himself onto the frozen crust, and whooping gleefully as he slides quite a ways before breaking through in his own flurry of snow.
The trickle of snow from the lower drift continues to fall away, and just for a moment a brown curly head emerges. Then, as a spray of snow rises up from Gidon's path, it is neatly backfilled. The flash of brown disappears beneath a mantle of white, and there is the sudden sound of coughing and choking.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy flounders his way out of the snow, grinning widely and shaking himself like a dog. His grin is suddenly erased by worry and confusion.... Gidon looks around all over, but sees no one to account for the coughing which is coming from... down there. Somewhere. He starts to dig tentatively in the snow.
At first, Gidon's outstretched hand meets nothing but snow. But then it brushes against something warm and curly. The coughing ceases, replaced by a piercing yell and a frightened-sounding, "Shoo! Go away! I'm not dinner." The curly thing - and indeed, all the snow therearound - starts wriggling.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon stops, almost as startled as his discovery - except that he had the advantage of knowing someone had to be down there. Then he starts to dig again, ignoring the command to 'go away'.
The wriggling redoubles in intensity, accompanied by a whimper. Eventually the combined efforts of rescuer and 'quarry' pay off, and from the pile of snow a dishevelled hobbit-figure emerges. Brandebras Bywater - who's now wearing a new woolly hat, rather inexpertly made - is dusted with snow, and there's something strapped turtle-like to his back: a flower-painted tea-tray. His brown eyes look up accusingly at Gidon. "Oh! I thought," he pants, "thought you were a dog!"
[Nob(#16122)] "A dog?" Gidon repeats, blankly. He looks down at himself - nope, no hairy tail - and shakes his head. "Why'd you think that?" he asks, before his eyes land on Brandebras' 'ornaments', and widen. "Ah... what's that?" he asks.
"Because ..." Brandebras falters, shuddering, "I thought I heard something wriggling and ... and sniffing." What a thought!
"And it's a tea-tray. I was going to go sledging, so I was climbing up the hill. But I didn't realize the drifts were so high! I thought it would be easier to go under than over, I was nearly through - and then an avalanche hit me!" He looks round for said avalanche - of course, there's nothing except a set of skid-marks where Gidon had slid down the hill.
[Nob(#16122)] "Was digging," Gidon explains. "Heard you coughing." Then he grins again, and says shyly, "Went sledding m'self. Only I don' have nothing, just me." His entire front is testimony to that - covered with snow!
Brandebras stares. "Isn't that-" he begins, and reddens. "A bit sore on the .. you know. The .. um, sitting bones? And everything else." A moment longer then, perhaps because of the grin, he suggests magnanimously, "We could share the tray, take turns? Me first, since it was my idea." His rosy-cheeked face breaks into a beaming smile.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks a little rueful. "Din't hurt too much," he says, "Bad on m'clothes though." Then his face lights up. "Sure!" He looks dubiously at Brandebras' tray. "Won't I break it though?" he asks tentatively, and glances wistfully at the snow.
Brandebras considers that question thoughtfully. "I don't /think/ so. You're awful skinny - you Big Folk don't eat enough, you know. You ought to look like me." He pats his own ample belly proudly. "Anyway, come on." Grinning at his new companion, he starts to trot back up the easy path Nob's previous slide has cleared.
Once he's at the top of the hill, he unslings the tray from his back and sets it carefully down on a nearly flat spot.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon only laughs. Him? As fat as the hobbit? Not hardly. He follows, going a little slower so as not to step on Brandebras' heels, and waits - trying to pretend he is patient - for Brandebras to take the first slide
Brandebras wraps his muffler more tightly round his neck and glances up at the Big Person, his brown eyes bright with excitement. "Here goes!" Planting his rather ample bottom on the middle of the tray, and clasping his hands tightly on its handles, he gives himself a shove.
Whee! Tray and hobbit go flying down the hill, skimming the snow lightly as any bird - then fetch up in a fountain of white in another of those deceptive snowdrifts. Oh dear.
Looks like Gidon will have some more digging out to do ...
It's deep night as you are standing on the summit of Bree Hill. The sky is starry and the lights of Bree can be seen twinkling below your feet. The only sounds you can hear is the roaring of the wind and the far away rustling of the leaves of Chetwood.
Obvious exits:
 SouthEast leads to Upper Staddle.
 Downhill leads to Near the Top of Bree Hill.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Wed Jun 09 14:27:59 2010
Bree time: Late afternoon on Sunday of Winter - February 20,1450
Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous Moon
Breelands Weather
The winter air is cold and dry around you. Snow piles on the ground around your feet. The moon is above the horizon and in its waxing gibbous phase.
===============================================================================
Snow has been falling for the past couple of days, and it's still doing it - by now there's a nice thick layer built up, several feet deep in some places where the wind's blown it. Bree Hill rests peacefully beneath its white blanket, all its lumps and bumps smoothed away. The afternoon is getting on, and down below some of the lights in town are already lit, their distant glow promising warmth and cheer that cannot be found on a frozen hilltop.
Suddenly from one of the drifts comes a sudden flurry of movement. Snow starts to fall away from its smooth sides, almost as though something were tunnelling through. An oversized rabbit?
[Nob(#16122)] There is someone else up on the hill as well - Gidon has come the back way over to Bree from Archet, and now he stops near the top of one of the shoulders of the mountain and looks down. A long slide of snow lies before him, invitingly smooth. The boy hesitates, then grins suddenly - a surprisingly light expression on his somber face - and runs forward, throwing himself onto the frozen crust, and whooping gleefully as he slides quite a ways before breaking through in his own flurry of snow.
The trickle of snow from the lower drift continues to fall away, and just for a moment a brown curly head emerges. Then, as a spray of snow rises up from Gidon's path, it is neatly backfilled. The flash of brown disappears beneath a mantle of white, and there is the sudden sound of coughing and choking.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy flounders his way out of the snow, grinning widely and shaking himself like a dog. His grin is suddenly erased by worry and confusion.... Gidon looks around all over, but sees no one to account for the coughing which is coming from... down there. Somewhere. He starts to dig tentatively in the snow.
At first, Gidon's outstretched hand meets nothing but snow. But then it brushes against something warm and curly. The coughing ceases, replaced by a piercing yell and a frightened-sounding, "Shoo! Go away! I'm not dinner." The curly thing - and indeed, all the snow therearound - starts wriggling.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon stops, almost as startled as his discovery - except that he had the advantage of knowing someone had to be down there. Then he starts to dig again, ignoring the command to 'go away'.
The wriggling redoubles in intensity, accompanied by a whimper. Eventually the combined efforts of rescuer and 'quarry' pay off, and from the pile of snow a dishevelled hobbit-figure emerges. Brandebras Bywater - who's now wearing a new woolly hat, rather inexpertly made - is dusted with snow, and there's something strapped turtle-like to his back: a flower-painted tea-tray. His brown eyes look up accusingly at Gidon. "Oh! I thought," he pants, "thought you were a dog!"
[Nob(#16122)] "A dog?" Gidon repeats, blankly. He looks down at himself - nope, no hairy tail - and shakes his head. "Why'd you think that?" he asks, before his eyes land on Brandebras' 'ornaments', and widen. "Ah... what's that?" he asks.
"Because ..." Brandebras falters, shuddering, "I thought I heard something wriggling and ... and sniffing." What a thought!
"And it's a tea-tray. I was going to go sledging, so I was climbing up the hill. But I didn't realize the drifts were so high! I thought it would be easier to go under than over, I was nearly through - and then an avalanche hit me!" He looks round for said avalanche - of course, there's nothing except a set of skid-marks where Gidon had slid down the hill.
[Nob(#16122)] "Was digging," Gidon explains. "Heard you coughing." Then he grins again, and says shyly, "Went sledding m'self. Only I don' have nothing, just me." His entire front is testimony to that - covered with snow!
Brandebras stares. "Isn't that-" he begins, and reddens. "A bit sore on the .. you know. The .. um, sitting bones? And everything else." A moment longer then, perhaps because of the grin, he suggests magnanimously, "We could share the tray, take turns? Me first, since it was my idea." His rosy-cheeked face breaks into a beaming smile.
[Nob(#16122)] The boy looks a little rueful. "Din't hurt too much," he says, "Bad on m'clothes though." Then his face lights up. "Sure!" He looks dubiously at Brandebras' tray. "Won't I break it though?" he asks tentatively, and glances wistfully at the snow.
Brandebras considers that question thoughtfully. "I don't /think/ so. You're awful skinny - you Big Folk don't eat enough, you know. You ought to look like me." He pats his own ample belly proudly. "Anyway, come on." Grinning at his new companion, he starts to trot back up the easy path Nob's previous slide has cleared.
Once he's at the top of the hill, he unslings the tray from his back and sets it carefully down on a nearly flat spot.
[Nob(#16122)] Gidon only laughs. Him? As fat as the hobbit? Not hardly. He follows, going a little slower so as not to step on Brandebras' heels, and waits - trying to pretend he is patient - for Brandebras to take the first slide
Brandebras wraps his muffler more tightly round his neck and glances up at the Big Person, his brown eyes bright with excitement. "Here goes!" Planting his rather ample bottom on the middle of the tray, and clasping his hands tightly on its handles, he gives himself a shove.
Whee! Tray and hobbit go flying down the hill, skimming the snow lightly as any bird - then fetch up in a fountain of white in another of those deceptive snowdrifts. Oh dear.
Looks like Gidon will have some more digging out to do ...
Players: Brandebras, Gidon
Located in: Breefolk
