Elendor
Bridge over troubled waters
Down by the bridge on the Northfarthing Road, an argument breaks out. And a stuffed toy has a narrow escape!
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Location: Shire: North Farthing Road: Bridge over The Water
Game Date: Afteryule (January) 25, 1450 S.R.
IC Time: Evening
Description:
The North-Farthing Road crosses The Water here. A bridge wide enough for a wagon to pass gently slopes over the clear stream which meanders by. The Water below seems to gurgle happily along. Wide plains spread from either side, providing a wonderful view.
Obvious exits:
North leads to North Farthing Crossroads.
South leads to Great East Road - North Farthing Turnoff.
================================= +SHIRE TIME =================================
RL (Arizona) Time is Tue Jun 01 15:09:32 2010 (+time).
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IC Time is evening on Wednesday, Afteryule (January) 25, 1450 S.R.
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IC Weather Conditions:
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Ominous grey clouds block the sky, threatening possible storms to come. The temperature, however, is rather pleasant, as long as you avoid the chill breezes which blow from the east. The sky is veiled in cloud, hiding any trace of the moon.
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The sky remains somewhat overcast as the sun sinks closer to the horizon to end the day. An uncommonly bitter chill blows in from the east every so often, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle as it passes through. The only other sounds to be heard on this lonely road, are the meandering of the stream, and the humming of Boldibad, who leans forward against the rail of the little bridge, looking down at the water.
Alas, that peace is soon disturbed, for Torebras Bywater comes meandering along. A sound comes from his lips rather like a kettle on the boil - perhaps it would resemble whistling, were not a long-stemmed pipe sticking out of one corner of his mouth. On this he puffs every now and then.
At the sight of Boldibad he lets out a sudden surprised huff, then offers a flustered nod. "Good day to you, Mister Bolger. Fine evening, isn't it? Very .. um, bracing." He hesitates a little then comes out with it: "I'm .. ahem, sorry if I caused you any inconvenience the other day." His gaze drops to his furry toes.
A chubby goodwife is herding her three unruly children across the bridge, chiding them on the importance of not bothering others ... although perhaps she has an ear perked to the conversation under that embroidered cap.
[Boldibad(#22742)] The low tune being hummed by Boldibad trails off, and he perks up an ear to hear Torebras' approach. He steps to the edge of the bridge and peers through some of the nearby trees, and then steps back again as Torebras arrives. He crosses his arms and sticks up his nose, "Inconvenience? Well, that's an understatement, isn't it?" As the others walk onto the bridge, he nods his head politely, "Ma'am."
Torebras looks up at the sound of childish running and laughter, flushing slightly. At the goodwife's reprimand he nods primly in her direction. "Quite right, quite right. Good evening to you, ma'am." He winces at Boldibad's response, but twists round to reply sharply, "It's unfortunate that your driver was a little too quick off the mark. The shock left me quite indisposed. I believe that's perfectly understandable."
He doesn't step on to the bridge himself - not while Boldibad is blocking the way.
[Nurenhir(#14756)]
"Evenin'," curtsys the matron in reply. "What's this about driving, now? Best be careful with those ponies, now -- why, last season that dear nuncle of mine was nearly run over by one of them. Now --" one of the boys nearly flings his stuffed toy over the railing, and she breaks off to give him a warning swat.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The little hobbit lad ducks his curly head, his shoulders rising in a display of innocence. "But Mr Fluffy wants to go sailing." His eyes are bright, pleading.
Boldibad steps back in middle of Torebras' way after the lady and children pass onto the bridge. He puts his hands on his hips as if trying to make himself as wide as possible. He glares stonily at Torebras, but as the matron speaks, he reluctantly moves aside. "Nothing important, ma'am," he says with a polite smile, "only that this fellow--he's from Bree, by the way, caused a whole lot of trouble at the Greenfields gathering, and caused my driver to bust one of the wheels." He tucks up his bottom lip and glances briefly at Torebras.
"Really?" Torebras eyebrows shoot up at the hobbit-matron's warning. "Dear me. I do hope he didn't suffer any .. ah, lasting damage." He eyes the child's stuffed toy with distaste - why, it must be full of germs! "Perhaps Mr Fluffy can go sailing in the washtub tonight," he suggests, trying not to breathe too deeply as he looks on the stuffed animal.
At Boldibad's words his gaze snaps back to the other hobbit, and he shakes his head. He makes a great show of puffing on his pipe. "I most certainly did not, Mister Bolger! Who was it tried to drive off a coach while I was climbing into it? I may have .. ahem, fainted .." here his gaze drops, "and for that I humbly apologize, but as to the rest? I assure you, any damage to your coach was self-inflicted by your unseemly haste." His piece said, he puffs on the pipe again, and looks up and down the river bank. Perhaps there are nicer places to stroll than the bridge.
[Nurenhir(#14756)]
Her eyes are as wide as the buttons on good-sized hobbit waistcoats. "My, my, Mister Bolger, coaches are dangerous things. You ought to be very careful with them, very careful... And you, Mister Fellow-from-Bree, you ought to heed your actions, fainting on the steps is hardly a sign of Good Hobbit Etiquette ..."
"He's right, though," the hobbit-lady concedes, glancing from Boldibad to Torebras. "That's a voyage Mr Fluffy would never come back from, so how about a paddle around the washtub this evening, hm?" She lifts a chubby hand to herd the children on, though itching to hear the argument play out...
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The boy cuddles his toy tighter, but seems to relax at Torebras' words, for a smile tugs at his lips. "I could put him in there, and let him sail in Holly's wooden boat!" He beams at this wonderful idea, peering up at his mother.
The second child, a young girl with rosy-cheeks, appears to be not as thrilled however, and her bottom lip trembles. "That was a gift from pa, it's special," she whines, tugging a little at her mother's dress as the kids are herded along. "He can't, mum."
Boldibad turns to face Torebras again and says, "Well, anyone with sense, Mr. Bywater, would have jumped on when they were supposed to. That doesn't matter--my reputation might have been damaged, leaving all those children behind on account of you--" he glances at the young ones present, and crosses his arms again. "You're just like your brother, Mr. Bywater. Did you know that?"
He watches the children as he pulls his pipe from his waistcoat with a scowl on his face.
Torebras has the grace to look a little flustered at the hobbit-matron's reprimand. "I assure you it was unintentional," he mutters, then exclaims, "But how rude! Let me introduce myself - Torebras Bywater at your service and your family's." He's too busy sweeping his feathered hat off with a flourish to notice that said matron is actually moving away. When he straightens, it is to hear the tail end of the children's argument. "Um .. well .. I'm sure you'll work it out," he temporizes, giving the little girl a patronizing smile and trying to steer clear of being accused of causing a family feud.
At Boldibad's words he blinks. "My brother?" he echoes, blank incomprehension on his round face. This smooths away, though, as he says carefully, "And lets get one thing straight. It was you, not I, who decided to start his coach and leave others behind. Why, you almost left /me/ behind!" That stated, he takes a long draw on his pipe then puffs out a round smoke ring that is swept away by the east wind.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The toy-holding boy peeks backward over his shoulder with curiosity at the argument brewing between the pair of gentlehobbits. His happiness turns into a slight frown, and he moves to slip under his mother's escorting arm. "I'll be right there, mum!" Toby calls in reassurance. With short furry feet, he pads back onto the bridge, his bright gaze looking first at Torebras, and then Boldibad.
"Cheer up Misters," the lad says, his frown easing toward a hesitant grin. He holds up his stuffed bear. "You can take turns snuggling Mr Fluffy, if it'll make you feel better."
Boldibad glares at Torebras' smoke-ring and hurries to pack his pipe, looking over at him as if saying, 'I'll show you a smoke-ring.' Meanwhile, he says, "That's a lot of nonsense. The only reason that misfortune happened was because of you, and I am indeed sorry to say it. But, you see, you're the one with all these troubles adjusting in the Shire. I'm the one trying to help you do it! You'll never adjust if you're eaten by," he pauses to chuckle, "'goblins.' So, because you didn't have enough hobbit-sense to escape right away, I had to... take you in the coach, and get you out of there." He takes a breath and lights his pipe. He attempts to blow a smoke-ring, but blushes when the wind kicks up right as he blows the smoke. Then, out of frustration, he glares down at the lad and grumbles, "Bah!"
Such a kind offer from the little lad! Torebras looks quite taken aback. Surreptitiously he edges a step or two away from the bear, but manages to summon up an avuncular smile for the child. "That's very kind of you, young master, but I think your need is greater. You see, sometimes grownups ... just don't get along. Nothing for you to worry your head about."
He holds the smile a moment longer, but it fades when he looks back to Boldibad. "I hardly think that dragging me bodily into a coach is going to help me adjust to life in the Shire. What if I had fallen? Why, I could have been crushed! This dear lady," he looks over his shoulder to where the hobbit-matron is trotting away, "is quite right, coaches are dangerous." He waits for a break in the wind to blow his own smoke-ring, which lasts for perhaps a couple of heartbeats before the next gust dissipates it. "Perhaps," he adds pointedly, "I should look elsewhere for help and advice."
[Sulgirion(#16643)] Toby nods at Torebras, but his head jerks at Boldibad's reaction, and he takes a step away instincively, clutching the bear against his stomach. He looks a tad upset, but then something the hobbit says catches his attention,. "G-goblins?" he repeats, eyes widening. The boy peers around fearfully.
Boldibad waves a finger at Torebras tightening up his lips and squinting his eyes menacingly.
"You don't want to do that, Torebras," he says. "You're going to regret that decision when you are turned down wherever you go for being an Outsider." He softens his tone a bit, and puffs on his pipe, looking at Torebras' face to see if he's getting a desirable reaction. "Listen, don't you worry about the wagon, and the Greenfields misunderstanding. I'll steer you in the right direction from here on, but you'll have to..." He stops, and shakes his head. He repeats for emphasis, "You have to start thinking like a SHIRE-FOLK!"
He sighs, and looks down at the child. "What? Goblins? Why, yes, they sleep under bridges like this very one, y'know."
Torebras eyes Boldibad suspiciously. "I think I should find that out for myself, thank you," he responds to the first warning, pursing his lips primly (no more smoke-rings are forthcoming). At the remainder of the speech, he hesitates. "Perhaps we have both been a little hot," he concedes. "Maybe we should let things down for a few days." With a stiff nod to Boldibad and another of those avuncular smiles for young Toby, this time accompanied by an obvious wink, he starts to move away.
He has only gone a few steps when he stops suddenly and turns back, eyes wide. "It was you!" he accuses Boldibad. "All this stuff about Shirefolk and Outsiders ... it was you who was responsible for the troubles all along!" He sounds quite outraged.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The lad lets out an audible gasp, his hands trembling as his gaze snaps downward to stare suspiciously at the bridge beneath his feet. "Oh no! They, they might get Mr Fluffy...do..do they eat stuffed bears?" His eyes have, amazingly, grown even wider in pure terror at the thought. "And to think I wanted to let him sail down there!" His curly head swivels, surprised by Torebras' sudden shouts.
Boldibad lets out a gasp of his own, and throws his arms up innocently. "You're talking crazy, Mr. Bywater!" he says. "Worse 'n that Mad Baggins over in Hobbiton, or wherever he is. You just settle yourself down--have some ale at the Oaten Pipe, and come on down to Bolger Smial. We'll discuss payment--for the upcoming fundraiser we spoke about, and put this all behind us." He turns away and kneels down. "I've heard they are especially fond of little bears," he says in a way that might sound encouraging, or positive.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] With a noisy gulp, the hobbit boy swiftly stuffs the toy boy into his overalls protectively. "There, he'll be safe in there," mumbles Toby in a voice that sounds as if he is trying to convince himself more than anything else. His little hands fiddle about with one of his buttons, and he still eyes the stones at his feet warily. "...er, maybe I should go back." He takes another furry-footed step toward the end of the bridge.
[Boldibad(#22742)] With minimal trouble, Boldibad gets back up to his feet, and leans against the rail. "Go on, lad," he says grumpily, "I'm sure there's work you should be doing, eh?"
Torebras is not to be put off. Pointedly he arches an eyebrow (though the effect is half-hidden by his feathered hat) and states calmly, "Mad Baggins, is it? Perhaps I should go and visit /him/. As for our joint venture ..." he pauses significantly, letting the words trail off into silence, "well that will depend entirely on your behaviour, Mister Bolger. Now," he raises his hat briefly, "Good evening to you both." He turns away. "Oh, and don't go frightening the little lad," he adds as an afterthought before trotting on round a bend in the river and out of sight.
Boldibad glares in the young fellow's direction.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] "Supposed to be helping set the table for dinner once I get home," nods Toby. "Good bye, Misters!" he calls, turning full around and darting back over the bridge in the direction of his departed mother and siblings. "They didn't seem too happy," the boy muses to himself. "Must have been the goblins..." he looks nervous, gives a pat to the lump in his overalls to make certain Mr Fluffy is safe, and then is gone from sight.
Bridge over troubled waters
North Farthing Road: Bridge over The WaterThe North-Farthing Road crosses The Water here. A bridge wide enough for a wagon to pass gently slopes over the clear stream which meanders by. The Water below seems to gurgle happily along. Wide plains spread from either side, providing a wonderful view.
Obvious exits:
North leads to North Farthing Crossroads.
South leads to Great East Road - North Farthing Turnoff.
================================= +SHIRE TIME =================================
RL (Arizona) Time is Tue Jun 01 15:09:32 2010 (+time).
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IC Time is evening on Wednesday, Afteryule (January) 25, 1450 S.R.
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IC Weather Conditions:
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Ominous grey clouds block the sky, threatening possible storms to come. The temperature, however, is rather pleasant, as long as you avoid the chill breezes which blow from the east. The sky is veiled in cloud, hiding any trace of the moon.
===============================================================================
The sky remains somewhat overcast as the sun sinks closer to the horizon to end the day. An uncommonly bitter chill blows in from the east every so often, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle as it passes through. The only other sounds to be heard on this lonely road, are the meandering of the stream, and the humming of Boldibad, who leans forward against the rail of the little bridge, looking down at the water.
Alas, that peace is soon disturbed, for Torebras Bywater comes meandering along. A sound comes from his lips rather like a kettle on the boil - perhaps it would resemble whistling, were not a long-stemmed pipe sticking out of one corner of his mouth. On this he puffs every now and then.
At the sight of Boldibad he lets out a sudden surprised huff, then offers a flustered nod. "Good day to you, Mister Bolger. Fine evening, isn't it? Very .. um, bracing." He hesitates a little then comes out with it: "I'm .. ahem, sorry if I caused you any inconvenience the other day." His gaze drops to his furry toes.
A chubby goodwife is herding her three unruly children across the bridge, chiding them on the importance of not bothering others ... although perhaps she has an ear perked to the conversation under that embroidered cap.
[Boldibad(#22742)] The low tune being hummed by Boldibad trails off, and he perks up an ear to hear Torebras' approach. He steps to the edge of the bridge and peers through some of the nearby trees, and then steps back again as Torebras arrives. He crosses his arms and sticks up his nose, "Inconvenience? Well, that's an understatement, isn't it?" As the others walk onto the bridge, he nods his head politely, "Ma'am."
Torebras looks up at the sound of childish running and laughter, flushing slightly. At the goodwife's reprimand he nods primly in her direction. "Quite right, quite right. Good evening to you, ma'am." He winces at Boldibad's response, but twists round to reply sharply, "It's unfortunate that your driver was a little too quick off the mark. The shock left me quite indisposed. I believe that's perfectly understandable."
He doesn't step on to the bridge himself - not while Boldibad is blocking the way.
[Nurenhir(#14756)]
"Evenin'," curtsys the matron in reply. "What's this about driving, now? Best be careful with those ponies, now -- why, last season that dear nuncle of mine was nearly run over by one of them. Now --" one of the boys nearly flings his stuffed toy over the railing, and she breaks off to give him a warning swat.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The little hobbit lad ducks his curly head, his shoulders rising in a display of innocence. "But Mr Fluffy wants to go sailing." His eyes are bright, pleading.
Boldibad steps back in middle of Torebras' way after the lady and children pass onto the bridge. He puts his hands on his hips as if trying to make himself as wide as possible. He glares stonily at Torebras, but as the matron speaks, he reluctantly moves aside. "Nothing important, ma'am," he says with a polite smile, "only that this fellow--he's from Bree, by the way, caused a whole lot of trouble at the Greenfields gathering, and caused my driver to bust one of the wheels." He tucks up his bottom lip and glances briefly at Torebras.
"Really?" Torebras eyebrows shoot up at the hobbit-matron's warning. "Dear me. I do hope he didn't suffer any .. ah, lasting damage." He eyes the child's stuffed toy with distaste - why, it must be full of germs! "Perhaps Mr Fluffy can go sailing in the washtub tonight," he suggests, trying not to breathe too deeply as he looks on the stuffed animal.
At Boldibad's words his gaze snaps back to the other hobbit, and he shakes his head. He makes a great show of puffing on his pipe. "I most certainly did not, Mister Bolger! Who was it tried to drive off a coach while I was climbing into it? I may have .. ahem, fainted .." here his gaze drops, "and for that I humbly apologize, but as to the rest? I assure you, any damage to your coach was self-inflicted by your unseemly haste." His piece said, he puffs on the pipe again, and looks up and down the river bank. Perhaps there are nicer places to stroll than the bridge.
[Nurenhir(#14756)]
Her eyes are as wide as the buttons on good-sized hobbit waistcoats. "My, my, Mister Bolger, coaches are dangerous things. You ought to be very careful with them, very careful... And you, Mister Fellow-from-Bree, you ought to heed your actions, fainting on the steps is hardly a sign of Good Hobbit Etiquette ..."
"He's right, though," the hobbit-lady concedes, glancing from Boldibad to Torebras. "That's a voyage Mr Fluffy would never come back from, so how about a paddle around the washtub this evening, hm?" She lifts a chubby hand to herd the children on, though itching to hear the argument play out...
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The boy cuddles his toy tighter, but seems to relax at Torebras' words, for a smile tugs at his lips. "I could put him in there, and let him sail in Holly's wooden boat!" He beams at this wonderful idea, peering up at his mother.
The second child, a young girl with rosy-cheeks, appears to be not as thrilled however, and her bottom lip trembles. "That was a gift from pa, it's special," she whines, tugging a little at her mother's dress as the kids are herded along. "He can't, mum."
Boldibad turns to face Torebras again and says, "Well, anyone with sense, Mr. Bywater, would have jumped on when they were supposed to. That doesn't matter--my reputation might have been damaged, leaving all those children behind on account of you--" he glances at the young ones present, and crosses his arms again. "You're just like your brother, Mr. Bywater. Did you know that?"
He watches the children as he pulls his pipe from his waistcoat with a scowl on his face.
Torebras has the grace to look a little flustered at the hobbit-matron's reprimand. "I assure you it was unintentional," he mutters, then exclaims, "But how rude! Let me introduce myself - Torebras Bywater at your service and your family's." He's too busy sweeping his feathered hat off with a flourish to notice that said matron is actually moving away. When he straightens, it is to hear the tail end of the children's argument. "Um .. well .. I'm sure you'll work it out," he temporizes, giving the little girl a patronizing smile and trying to steer clear of being accused of causing a family feud.
At Boldibad's words he blinks. "My brother?" he echoes, blank incomprehension on his round face. This smooths away, though, as he says carefully, "And lets get one thing straight. It was you, not I, who decided to start his coach and leave others behind. Why, you almost left /me/ behind!" That stated, he takes a long draw on his pipe then puffs out a round smoke ring that is swept away by the east wind.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The toy-holding boy peeks backward over his shoulder with curiosity at the argument brewing between the pair of gentlehobbits. His happiness turns into a slight frown, and he moves to slip under his mother's escorting arm. "I'll be right there, mum!" Toby calls in reassurance. With short furry feet, he pads back onto the bridge, his bright gaze looking first at Torebras, and then Boldibad.
"Cheer up Misters," the lad says, his frown easing toward a hesitant grin. He holds up his stuffed bear. "You can take turns snuggling Mr Fluffy, if it'll make you feel better."
Boldibad glares at Torebras' smoke-ring and hurries to pack his pipe, looking over at him as if saying, 'I'll show you a smoke-ring.' Meanwhile, he says, "That's a lot of nonsense. The only reason that misfortune happened was because of you, and I am indeed sorry to say it. But, you see, you're the one with all these troubles adjusting in the Shire. I'm the one trying to help you do it! You'll never adjust if you're eaten by," he pauses to chuckle, "'goblins.' So, because you didn't have enough hobbit-sense to escape right away, I had to... take you in the coach, and get you out of there." He takes a breath and lights his pipe. He attempts to blow a smoke-ring, but blushes when the wind kicks up right as he blows the smoke. Then, out of frustration, he glares down at the lad and grumbles, "Bah!"
Such a kind offer from the little lad! Torebras looks quite taken aback. Surreptitiously he edges a step or two away from the bear, but manages to summon up an avuncular smile for the child. "That's very kind of you, young master, but I think your need is greater. You see, sometimes grownups ... just don't get along. Nothing for you to worry your head about."
He holds the smile a moment longer, but it fades when he looks back to Boldibad. "I hardly think that dragging me bodily into a coach is going to help me adjust to life in the Shire. What if I had fallen? Why, I could have been crushed! This dear lady," he looks over his shoulder to where the hobbit-matron is trotting away, "is quite right, coaches are dangerous." He waits for a break in the wind to blow his own smoke-ring, which lasts for perhaps a couple of heartbeats before the next gust dissipates it. "Perhaps," he adds pointedly, "I should look elsewhere for help and advice."
[Sulgirion(#16643)] Toby nods at Torebras, but his head jerks at Boldibad's reaction, and he takes a step away instincively, clutching the bear against his stomach. He looks a tad upset, but then something the hobbit says catches his attention,. "G-goblins?" he repeats, eyes widening. The boy peers around fearfully.
Boldibad waves a finger at Torebras tightening up his lips and squinting his eyes menacingly.
"You don't want to do that, Torebras," he says. "You're going to regret that decision when you are turned down wherever you go for being an Outsider." He softens his tone a bit, and puffs on his pipe, looking at Torebras' face to see if he's getting a desirable reaction. "Listen, don't you worry about the wagon, and the Greenfields misunderstanding. I'll steer you in the right direction from here on, but you'll have to..." He stops, and shakes his head. He repeats for emphasis, "You have to start thinking like a SHIRE-FOLK!"
He sighs, and looks down at the child. "What? Goblins? Why, yes, they sleep under bridges like this very one, y'know."
Torebras eyes Boldibad suspiciously. "I think I should find that out for myself, thank you," he responds to the first warning, pursing his lips primly (no more smoke-rings are forthcoming). At the remainder of the speech, he hesitates. "Perhaps we have both been a little hot," he concedes. "Maybe we should let things down for a few days." With a stiff nod to Boldibad and another of those avuncular smiles for young Toby, this time accompanied by an obvious wink, he starts to move away.
He has only gone a few steps when he stops suddenly and turns back, eyes wide. "It was you!" he accuses Boldibad. "All this stuff about Shirefolk and Outsiders ... it was you who was responsible for the troubles all along!" He sounds quite outraged.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] The lad lets out an audible gasp, his hands trembling as his gaze snaps downward to stare suspiciously at the bridge beneath his feet. "Oh no! They, they might get Mr Fluffy...do..do they eat stuffed bears?" His eyes have, amazingly, grown even wider in pure terror at the thought. "And to think I wanted to let him sail down there!" His curly head swivels, surprised by Torebras' sudden shouts.
Boldibad lets out a gasp of his own, and throws his arms up innocently. "You're talking crazy, Mr. Bywater!" he says. "Worse 'n that Mad Baggins over in Hobbiton, or wherever he is. You just settle yourself down--have some ale at the Oaten Pipe, and come on down to Bolger Smial. We'll discuss payment--for the upcoming fundraiser we spoke about, and put this all behind us." He turns away and kneels down. "I've heard they are especially fond of little bears," he says in a way that might sound encouraging, or positive.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] With a noisy gulp, the hobbit boy swiftly stuffs the toy boy into his overalls protectively. "There, he'll be safe in there," mumbles Toby in a voice that sounds as if he is trying to convince himself more than anything else. His little hands fiddle about with one of his buttons, and he still eyes the stones at his feet warily. "...er, maybe I should go back." He takes another furry-footed step toward the end of the bridge.
[Boldibad(#22742)] With minimal trouble, Boldibad gets back up to his feet, and leans against the rail. "Go on, lad," he says grumpily, "I'm sure there's work you should be doing, eh?"
Torebras is not to be put off. Pointedly he arches an eyebrow (though the effect is half-hidden by his feathered hat) and states calmly, "Mad Baggins, is it? Perhaps I should go and visit /him/. As for our joint venture ..." he pauses significantly, letting the words trail off into silence, "well that will depend entirely on your behaviour, Mister Bolger. Now," he raises his hat briefly, "Good evening to you both." He turns away. "Oh, and don't go frightening the little lad," he adds as an afterthought before trotting on round a bend in the river and out of sight.
Boldibad glares in the young fellow's direction.
[Sulgirion(#16643)] "Supposed to be helping set the table for dinner once I get home," nods Toby. "Good bye, Misters!" he calls, turning full around and darting back over the bridge in the direction of his departed mother and siblings. "They didn't seem too happy," the boy muses to himself. "Must have been the goblins..." he looks nervous, gives a pat to the lump in his overalls to make certain Mr Fluffy is safe, and then is gone from sight.
Players: Boldibad, Torebras, Nurenhir, Sulgirion, Young Toby, Mr Fluffy
Located in: Shirefolk
