Post by Arwen on Nov 7, 2008 2:32:22 GMT -5
Some hobbits are in discussion.
*Hobbit Unknown 1*
There has been some strange folk crossing the Shire of late. Dwarves, and others of less savoury nature.
*Hobbit Unknown 2*
War is brewing. The mountains a re full of goblins.
*Hobbit Unknown 3*
Far off tales and children’s stories- that is all it is! You are beginning to sound like old Bilbo Baggins. Crazed he was.
*Hobbit Unknown 2*
--laughs--
But Young Mr Frodo Baggins is fair cracking!
*Frodo*
--appears with drinks--
And proud of it!! Cheers Gaffer.
*Hobbit Unknown 3*
Well… it’s none of our concern what goes on beyond the borders. Keep your nose out of trouble and no trouble will come to you.
--Frodo smiles… and they continue to drink etc etc--
Later on --Frodo and Sam are leaving and Rosie is standing at the door--
*Rosie*
Goodnight Lads
--Frodo and Sam smile and continue walking on. A drunk hobbit kneels before Rosie and tries to impress her--
*Drunk Hobbit*
Goodnight Sweet Maiden of the Golden-Ale
*Sam*
--muttering--
Mind who you are sweet talking to.
*Frodo*
Don’t worry Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one.
*Sam*
Does she?
*Hobbit Unknown 1*
There has been some strange folk crossing the Shire of late. Dwarves, and others of less savoury nature.
*Hobbit Unknown 2*
War is brewing. The mountains a re full of goblins.
*Hobbit Unknown 3*
Far off tales and children’s stories- that is all it is! You are beginning to sound like old Bilbo Baggins. Crazed he was.
*Hobbit Unknown 2*
--laughs--
But Young Mr Frodo Baggins is fair cracking!
*Frodo*
--appears with drinks--
And proud of it!! Cheers Gaffer.
*Hobbit Unknown 3*
Well… it’s none of our concern what goes on beyond the borders. Keep your nose out of trouble and no trouble will come to you.
--Frodo smiles… and they continue to drink etc etc--
Later on --Frodo and Sam are leaving and Rosie is standing at the door--
*Rosie*
Goodnight Lads
--Frodo and Sam smile and continue walking on. A drunk hobbit kneels before Rosie and tries to impress her--
*Drunk Hobbit*
Goodnight Sweet Maiden of the Golden-Ale
*Sam*
--muttering--
Mind who you are sweet talking to.
*Frodo*
Don’t worry Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one.
*Sam*
Does she?
