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| Fincin Elodie | May 8 2015, 09:57 PM Post #1 |
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This is a little story Mrs Tearna told at the Story night event in the Shire on Friday May 8th It was a typical Friday evening in Hobbiton. The Warders, Bounders and their friends gathered at the Bywater bridge for an evening of music, dancing and fishing. While it could be argued that the bridge was a bit narrow for large scale dancing, the ability to tap your toes to a tune while fishing more than made up for the small space. Plus, it was out of the way of pie-runners and hungry or nosey hobbits, though on occasion one might spot a frantic hobbit racing past, arms loaded with a huge bag of animal feed. The dancers were quite agile and adept at dancing on the rocks that made up the side wall of the bridge. On occasion, a dancer might make a misstep and take a tumble into the river. But it was a short fall, no damage was done and, for some participants, it counted as their monthly bath. It had been a lovely, warm spring day and the mood of those gathered was festive. Mr. Beno was deep in his cups, spouting wisdom that had most everyone giggling. It was thought that Mr. Beno’s silly wisdom had more to do with getting laughs than actually being intoxicated. A good sized crowd had gathered, taking a well-earned and much needed break from battling the darkness that seemed determine to envelope Middle-Earth. The Warder’s had just started their rollicking and much favored rendition of “I Ain’t Afraid of No Orcs!” Miss Kaleigh crowed in delight, playfully ribbing Carndan as she reeled in a trophy sized catfish. Chief Meadowlark tended a pan of taters roasting over a fire with another pan at the ready to turn fishing trophies into the evening meal. Gennyrose, Piperia, Dodricson, Tearna and Dynoaea kicked up their heels in dance while Lerillos sat listening peacefully. Others stood around chatting or fishing. Down near Holly Hornblower’s place, a panicked scream pierced the otherwise calm evening. It was faint and almost entirely covered up by the boisterous music from the Warders. But, even had it happened between songs, it was likely no one would pay attention. Screaming was not uncommon amongst pie-runners, as well as some of those trying one of Holly’s pies for the first time. However, the one scream was followed by another, and then another. No one on the bridge stopped what they were doing, but heads did turn in the direction of Holly’s smial, more out of curiosity than anything. It wasn’t until Grubb, the Hobbiton postman, raced through their midst screaming, “RUN!” that anyone took the screams seriously. One at a time, the musicians stopped playing and the dancing ground to a halt. Those fishing reeled in their line and all eyes turned towards Hobbiton. Inhabitants were running everywhere, a scene of absolute chaos. There was no order as far as the direction they ran except that they all ran away from the area of the stables. A mother dashed past with two hobbit children in tow, all three crying and screaming at those on the bridge to “Run for your life!” One by one, the warriors retrieved weapons from bags and prepared to meet whatever was assaulting the town. “Oh dear,” Lerillos commented as she strung her bow. “Do you think the goblins have finally ventured this far south?” “Could be,” said Dodricson. “But then it would seem more likely that the people would be running down from Bag End?” “Too bad Arryhawk isn’t around,” grinned Gennyrose as she dug out her songbook. “He’s always saying how there’s a war on and no time for playing or dancing!” This drew chuckles and nods from the crowd. “Aye,” chimed in Balifor with a grin as he pulled out his axe. “He could tell us ‘I told ya so!” And as a group, they moved towards the Hobbiton stables. Most of the inhabitants of Hobbiton were simple folk and had never traveled far. But every individual in this group had seen battle in more than one location across Middle-Earth. One might even say they were battle hardened and certainly felt up to any task. “Well, no matter if it is goblins, orcs or briagands,” Carndan announced as he led the group forward, “their visit will be short lived and they will rue this day!” They felt it before they could see it. The ground rumbled as if shaken by some explosive. The tremors had just died down when it rumbled again. The group hastened their pace towards town to stop whatever evil was blowing up Hobbiton. As they topped the small rise between on the approach to Hobbiton, everyone stopped dead in the tracks. They were expecting goblins, orcs, brigands, or at worst an intrusion of evil dwarfs from the bog around Needlehole. What they saw was more unthinkable than any of those. The ground rumbled again as a small hobbit smial flattened under the feet of a huge rabbit. The enemy had many large and unnatural creatures including giant spiders and turtles. But none of them had ever seen a giant rabbit! And what was it doing in the Shire rather than Angmar! “Woah!” breathed Tearna. “How can somethin’ s’cute gets ta be so bad?” “To arms!” bellowed Carndan and Balifor almost at the same instant. Weapons were drawn and the group moved forwards to face this enormous foe. “Balifor, engage it. See if you can draw it away from town,” came the word from Carndan. “Lerillos and hunters, try to slow it down! Let’s try to stop this thing from destroying Hobbiton!” Balifor challenged the rabbit, drawing the creature's attention and moved in to engage it. Meanwhile Lerillos took aim at the rabbit’s paw, hoping to slow it down. “Maybe we can just run it off?” queried Piperia. It was not a fight anyone was looking forward to. “Aye, maybe,” replied Curmudgeon. “But wouldn’t that just be delayin’ th’ inevitable? What if it wandered up ta Michel Delvin?” With a sad nod, Piperia played a soft tune to make sure everyone’s morale was high. Just as the group was about to burst into a full fledge, albeit unhappy attack, a pony raced up and a brown haired hobbit tween jumped off and stood between the group and the rabbit. “Noooo!” screeched Fincin. “Don’t hurts it! Don’t you dares hurts it!” she repeated as she drew out her knife. “Fincin,” pleaded Kaleigh, “I know how much you love bunnies, but this is a rabbit and it is destroying the town!” “He’s jes hungries is all!” Fincin countered and lugged a very large bag off her pony. It thumped heavily to the ground and the flap flipped open. Orange flowed out of the bag onto the dirt. Carrots. Lots and lots of carrots. “We jes gots ta gets these over in the grass and makes a trail o’ carrots for him ta follows!” Fincin explained. “What if he eats and then still hops on a house, Fin?” Kaleigh asked. “Well…” Fincin thought for a second. “Well, then we gots ta thinks o’ somethin’ else. Ya can’t kills him!” and the tween’s eyes filled with tears. Kaleigh turned and looked at Carndan and the rest of the group. “I reckon it doesn’t hurt to try it,” offered Gennyrose, gaining nods of agreement all around. And so it began. Balifor gathered up an armload of carrots and began to lure the huge rabbit away from town, out into the empty grass. Meanwhile the men hooked the bag to the pony and drug it across the ground to the grassy expanse. It wasn’t long before the huge rabbit was contentedly munching carrots. As large as it was, one might have expected it to consume the whole bag of carrots in one bite, but oddly enough it ate them delicately one at a time. And it began to shrink. As it shrank, it chewed longer and more thoughtfully until in a rather short period of time, it was just the size of a normal rabbit with a bloody paw. Fincin ran over and scooped up the bunny. “I’s sorry fella! I never knowed whats them mushrooms woulds do to yas!” she cooed as she hugged it. “Mushrooms?” Carndan asked scratching his head. “Fincin, you didn’t feed it some of Farmer Maggots mushrooms?” asked Chief Meadowlark. Fincin gave a slow shallow nod, eyes on the ground. “I jes wanted ta see…” “Oh Fincin,” Kaleigh moved over to hug the tearful hobbit. “Some of those mushrooms are bad and you have to know how to spot the difference! How many did it eat?” “Lots,” replied Fincin as she drug her toe in the grass, nudging carrots aside. “No wonder it grew as big as a house then,” chuckled Carndan. “Folks were hurt, Fincin. Their homes are ruined,” Chief Meadowlark studied the tween. “I know you didn’t mean any harm, but it was harmful just the same.” Fincin nodded, “I knows. I can helps folks rebuild and brings ‘em food and fix up their flowers and gardens.” “I think we might all be able to chip in and help,” spoke up Lerillos, smiling at the wayward hobbit hugging her bunny. There were nods from all around as weapons were stowed away and sleeves rolled up to start helping the folks of Hobbiton rebuild and repair. It was weeks before things were back to some semblance of normal, but Fincin, good to her word, was there working every day. Originally posted at the Bounders of the Shire website: http://www.boundersoftheshire.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=10856460&p=37759882&gid=370895&sid=ee140dd270bc809b9d14df676c35bcad#37759882 |
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| Chukkato | May 9 2015, 12:27 PM Post #2 |
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Wonderful! lol. I laughed all the way through it. Thanks, I didn't know about that Friday event! |
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| Fincin Elodie | May 9 2015, 10:54 PM Post #3 |
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do a /joinchannel Shire-Moot Its the Bounders of the Shire and friends channel, a highly recommended one by me
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| Fincin Elodie | May 9 2015, 10:55 PM Post #4 |
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Also had to gather a few folks to help me play the mumabunny song for after the story. Was a lot of fun
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