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| Deleted User | 3 Sep 2008, 02:29 AM Post #1 |
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The little house in Bucklebury was alive with light, like it was almost every night. Everyone knew Milo Brandybuck burned through candles like no one else in the Shire. It cost him a fortune, but the Hobbit had found long ago that working by night suited him better. The images came easier when the world was dark. Tonight, however, Milo was not sitting at his desk hunched over a map. No, tonight, he was hurrying around his house throwing together the items he would need. Milo had reached the end of his rope today. He’d been around Brandy Hall most of the day, taking careful note of the Brandywine’s banks, when it occurred to him that after fifty-five years of life in the Shire, he knew everything he could ever know about these borders. It was time to do what he’d never dared do before: leave the Shire. He did not plan on being gone long or even going very far. Milo only knew that he would never be satisfied until he discovered some new lands to map and saw new sights to quench his voracious imagination. Perhaps he’d go a little beyond Bree this time and even as far as to the place he’d heard called Weathertop. With a knapsack full of essentials, plus plenty of his cartography equipment, Milo took a walking stick from a barrel by the door and started down the road towards the ferry. Once across the river, it would be a leisurely few days to Bree and whatever lay beyond. “Milo, my boy!” the familiar voice of his father called out. The Hobbit joined his father on the raft. For going on seventy years Mungo Brandybuck had done this job that few others Hobbits cared for. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear his eldest son was planning an extended journey to Bree. “Just you make sure you see your mother’s family while you’re there!” Milo promised that he would. He hadn’t seen the need to tell his dad it wasn’t Bree he was going to see. There wasn’t any point to upseting the old Hobbit. Curious his profession might be, but Mungo had seen too many Hobbits go on adventures and come back stranger still. Besides, he might be gone an extra week or two at the most. As he crossed out of the Shire, Milo had no idea what lay in store for him. How could he, when his realm of travel had always stopped abruptly at the edge of Bree. It was a little frightening to think of going so far from home, but exciting as well. Milo didn’t have the best voice in the Shire, so he sang no walking song as he went down the road. Instead, he occupied himself by creating fanciful stories full of great adventures he would never have. |
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