Post by Aethelbras Underbank on Mar 17, 2008 19:46:52 GMT -5
"Evil is afoot, cousin; A shadow has fallen over the land and is threatening the beauty and safety of this place that I now call home. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated, though I know King Thranduil surely thinks he cannot do without you. You once remarked to me that you admired Bilbo Baggins for his ingenuity and Hobbit-sense, and that one day you would like to travel to The Shire to see if all Hobbits are as clever and brave as he."
Fenhalion looked up briefly from the letter he received from his cousin Farran. "Can't do without me? He probably won't even notice that I've gone." He chuckled quietly continued reading.
"I've found a group of intrepid adeventurers known as The Pillagers of Pipeweed, who battle tirelessly day and night against the evil that is creeping across the land from Angmar. They are good people. Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits and Men alike, we are united in this cause and help one another. Should you decide to leave the Forest, a place among the Pillagers is assured, and you would be welcomed as a friend and comrade, of that I've no doubt."
Fenhalion carefully folded the letter and the map Farran had been kind enough to enclose. It directed him to a little hamlet in the Shire called Frogmorton, and a tavern called "The Floating Log".
The journey to the Shire would be many days and nights, and the dangers he would encounter were unknown to him. His eyes gleamed. "Well then. They shall have my shield."
(some time later, at the Log)
"Of all the....She could have at least warned me about this madness!" He let out an exasperated sigh. "You there! I need to speak to someone. A Pillager of Pipeweed. No, PIPEWEED. No, PILL-A-GER. PILLAGER! GAH!"
Fenhalion looked up briefly from the letter he received from his cousin Farran. "Can't do without me? He probably won't even notice that I've gone." He chuckled quietly continued reading.
"I've found a group of intrepid adeventurers known as The Pillagers of Pipeweed, who battle tirelessly day and night against the evil that is creeping across the land from Angmar. They are good people. Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits and Men alike, we are united in this cause and help one another. Should you decide to leave the Forest, a place among the Pillagers is assured, and you would be welcomed as a friend and comrade, of that I've no doubt."
Fenhalion carefully folded the letter and the map Farran had been kind enough to enclose. It directed him to a little hamlet in the Shire called Frogmorton, and a tavern called "The Floating Log".
The journey to the Shire would be many days and nights, and the dangers he would encounter were unknown to him. His eyes gleamed. "Well then. They shall have my shield."
(some time later, at the Log)
"...Twisting sideways, he ducked under another out-stretched arm, this one belonging to a large, armored elf who was looking about as if he were lost..."
"Of all the....She could have at least warned me about this madness!" He let out an exasperated sigh. "You there! I need to speak to someone. A Pillager of Pipeweed. No, PIPEWEED. No, PILL-A-GER. PILLAGER! GAH!"