Post by jazborn on Mar 15, 2008 16:39:14 GMT -5
It was a quiet day in Hobbiton, although many inhabitants were busy preparing for the upcoming festival. Many savory smells could be detected through the air, teasing the senses. Farmers were busy in their fields picking the very best from their harvest, which would be used at the festival.
One little female hobbit in pigtails, walked down the street sampling a warm blueberry tart. When out from a nearby bush, a crazed hungry hobbit sprung out! His hands frantically grasped for the tart, but she darted her arm this way and that... keeping it successfully at bay.
"My precioussss.", said the crazed hungry hobbit. To which the female scoffed, rolled her eyes, and said.. "Oh give it up, Jazmond. When are you going to grow up."
Looking slightly hurt, Jazmond responded. "Ouch, Trumpet. Hey, what's wrong with a little fun before we die? Life is what we make of it... ya know? I choose to make sure I'm living it to the fullest. Now.. Are you going to give me some of that tart, or what?"
Trumpet looked at Jazmond, then back to her tart...and back to Jazmond...as if weighing a very deep decision. "Um.. I don't know." Jazmond sprung into tickling her "Why you little.." And the two of them erupted into a fit of giggles.
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They DID grow up. Jazmond followed his passion for story telling and music. He was trained by a wandering Minstrel that took him in as his pupil. Trumpet, was stubborn, and insisted upon training as a soldier. Despite her gender... she stood her ground and eventually was admitted to a warrior training academy. She now serves the realm as a Guardian. The two have since reunited in their travels, and travel the lands together.
One little female hobbit in pigtails, walked down the street sampling a warm blueberry tart. When out from a nearby bush, a crazed hungry hobbit sprung out! His hands frantically grasped for the tart, but she darted her arm this way and that... keeping it successfully at bay.
"My precioussss.", said the crazed hungry hobbit. To which the female scoffed, rolled her eyes, and said.. "Oh give it up, Jazmond. When are you going to grow up."
Looking slightly hurt, Jazmond responded. "Ouch, Trumpet. Hey, what's wrong with a little fun before we die? Life is what we make of it... ya know? I choose to make sure I'm living it to the fullest. Now.. Are you going to give me some of that tart, or what?"
Trumpet looked at Jazmond, then back to her tart...and back to Jazmond...as if weighing a very deep decision. "Um.. I don't know." Jazmond sprung into tickling her "Why you little.." And the two of them erupted into a fit of giggles.
..........
They DID grow up. Jazmond followed his passion for story telling and music. He was trained by a wandering Minstrel that took him in as his pupil. Trumpet, was stubborn, and insisted upon training as a soldier. Despite her gender... she stood her ground and eventually was admitted to a warrior training academy. She now serves the realm as a Guardian. The two have since reunited in their travels, and travel the lands together.