Realm of Arda has moved


Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2
6 Fourth Age: one of them dunedain; open
Topic Started: 8 Sep 2008, 06:33 PM (675 Views)
Deleted User
Deleted User

“Well, I’m not younger than you, am I?” Milo sassed. “I reckon you’re just a girl among your people. I, however, am an adult Hobbit.” He said this with a little flourish, much like a Hobbit still in his tweens would have done. “I’ve seen maps of this part of the world. Weathertop is just due east.”

Haeleana couldn't help a small chuckle at the hobbit's boastfulness and assumption that she was only a girl. Sure she may look like someone not even in their twenties yet but that was the gift of the Dunedain, they didn't look their age. In fact Haeleana wasn't that much older than she looked but she was in fact 25 having come of age only four years ago. She remembered how it was travelling with her tribe before that time. She was quite pleased to be out on her own.

"How old would you say I am?" she asked interested to know how old she would look. "And do you know for certain Weathertop is simply due east" she asked. "I am however not a girl amongst my people" she added calmly.

“That sounds like a fine idea!” Milo exclaimed, drawing a bit of unwanted attention. He quieted down at once. “I’ve a pony in the stables and supplies that will last a Hobbit a fortnight. Should we set out tomorrow if the weather clears?”

"I think that it is best we travel by nightfall but seeing as it is nightfsall now we are best staying til morning. If you want to observe Middle Earth as cartographer then I suggest that you do not limit yourself to Eriador. Why not try and map out the whole of Middle Earth. We do not need to go everywhere I can help. But I do not see why a brave hobbit such as you should miss out on adventure"
 
Deleted User
Deleted User

Milo purposefully overlooked her question about where Weathertop was. He was fairly sure it was due east, but he wouldn’t stake his life on it or even a good meal, for that matter. It was supposed to be a ruddy great hill. How could he miss it, even if he was a little off?

“I reckon you’re about twenty or so.” Just a baby, really. Milo couldn’t believe he had agreed to travel around with someone still in her tweens. Although, he didn’t really think humans had tweens, exactly. “You’re certainly not thirty-three yet, and therefore, you’re not really an adult, as Hobbits would say.”

The Hobbit was feeling pretty good about himself now. That all ended when she suggested traveling by night. Milo nearly choked on his ale. Again. He stared at her for almost a whole minute.

“Night? Night!?” He sighed deeply, now beginning to understand why the Breelanders didn’t like the Rangers that much. “Will you please explain how I’m suppose to look at the landscape and draw a map in the dark!? No, I have to travel by day. And only by day. I start at dawn. Stop at dusk.”

Milo kept staring as she went on about mapping all of Middle-earth. He broke out into a cold sweat. All of Middle-earth!? That was like asking a Ranger to hop in a boat and sail to the Undying Lands! It was outrageous. Ludicrous. Insane.

The Hobbit glanced sidelong at his cousin Broderick. Maybe it would be better to just argue with the Hornblowers about going to Weathertop.

“Well, I-I-I’m making for Weathertop, and then I’m coming home to the Shire. I-I’ll go around Eriador slowly, you know, making progress slowly.”
 
Deleted User
Deleted User

“I reckon you’re about twenty or so.”

"What do you know of the ages of big folk? Anyway how old is an adult in the reckoning of the Shire?" she asked sipping from her drink. She put her drink down a bit harder than she meant to when he spoke again. She couldn't help that little bit of anger at the hobbits assumption that she wasn't an adult.

“You’re certainly not thirty-three yet, and therefore, you’re not really an adult, as Hobbits would say.”

"I certainly am an adult" she said her voice a little harder than before. "I came of age four years ago. You are in fact right that I am not thirty three but I am an adult I assure you else my whole tribe would be here since children are not allowed out on their own" she added.

“Night? Night!?”

She rolled her eyes at the hobbit panicking in front of her as he continued.

“Will you please explain how I’m suppose to look at the landscape and draw a map in the dark!? No, I have to travel by day. And only by day. I start at dawn. Stop at dusk.”

"You make things very difficult hobbit yet without me I am sure you would get lost" she said calmly. "I almost pity Strider for having to look after four of you" she added before keeping quiet. That had come out a little harsher than she'd meant.

“Well, I-I-I’m making for Weathertop, and then I’m coming home to the Shire. I-I’ll go around Eriador slowly, you know, making progress slowly.”

"I don't see how you could go any other speed"

That was it, she thought to herself, I'm keeping my mouth shut now before I say anything else rude.

 
Deleted User
Deleted User

Milo furrowed his brow. What in Middle-earth had gotten her all stirred up like this? These human were strange creatures, and that was for sure. A Hobbit didn’t get offended if someone said, ‘You’re not thirty-three.’ He listened with a little grin on his lips and no intention of responding.

“Lost or not …” he cut in, then stopped abruptly.

Now Milo wasn’t in a good mood. His fleshy, happy face had turned surprisingly hard. It was most unnatural for a Hobbit to look this way, although it wasn’t unheard of. The Sackville-Baggins, for example, always looked a touch cranky.

“As I recall, it was two Hobbits as took care of Strider when he was at the Black Gate. One of them, madam, gave his life so that the rest of us didn’t become slaves of Mordor.”

Milo didn’t know this first hand, but he’d heard Master Merry so say many times. There was such conviction and respect in the other Brandybuck’s voice that Milo couldn’t help but understand exactly why Merry, Pippin, and Sam were so unapologetic about their adventures.

“I’m going east at dawn with my pony to start mapping Eriador. If you’d like to come, as you say I need a guard and guide, then I’d be most appreciative of the company. But if you think you’re going to take care of me, then you’re much mistaken.”

He almost got up to leave, but thought again about the differences he’d observed between Hobbits and the Big Folk in the time they’d invaded the Shire. He reckoned they were a bad lot to judge by, but they were all he had for comparison.

“I’m a Hobbit, Haeleana. It’s true that I like my pipeweed and a good meal every three hours. I travel in the light, and if something dark happens to be there, then I’ll face it because I have to. I know there’s danger out there. How could I not? I’m not scared of it, only that once I see the darkness, the Shire won’t seem so bright again.”
 
Deleted User
Deleted User

“As I recall, it was two Hobbits as took care of Strider when he was at the Black Gate. One of them, madam, gave his life so that the rest of us didn’t become slaves of Mordor.”

"Yes well if it hadn't been for Strider the hobbits would have been killed at Weathertop" she pointed out. "It was my people watching out for you. I understand the value of hobbits forever. I'm all too aware just how heroic hobbits have proved themselves."

“I’m going east at dawn with my pony to start mapping Eriador. If you’d like to come, as you say I need a guard and guide, then I’d be most appreciative of the company. But if you think you’re going to take care of me, then you’re much mistaken.”

"Very well I'll take you as far as you need before I head back South. I have matters of the gravest nature down there anyway" she said reminded of the strange matter occuring down South around Gondor. She finished her drink and ordered another. "Weathertop shouldn't have any dangerous creatures around anymore"

“I’m a Hobbit, Haeleana. It’s true that I like my pipeweed and a good meal every three hours. I travel in the light, and if something dark happens to be there, then I’ll face it because I have to. I know there’s danger out there. How could I not? I’m not scared of it, only that once I see the darkness, the Shire won’t seem so bright again.”

"Look Milo there shouldn't be any trouble out there. Before you know it you'll be back in the Shire so just enjoy it whilst you can"
 
Deleted User
Deleted User

Milo just managed to stifle a sigh. This journey together probably wasn’t going to go as he’d first planned. The Big Folk were too proud for their own good. He jumped from his seat and gave a little bow in Haeleana’s direction.

“I shall meet you at dawn at the city gates,” he said.

Broderick Hornblower was still commanding the attention of the Hobbits in the pub. Milo found it easy to slip through the crowd and down the hall to the nice cozy first floor room he was staying in. Tonight was one night he wouldn’t stay awake and burn the candle down to the wick. He had a long day tomorrow. The beginning of an adventure.
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · 6 Fourth Age · Next Topic »
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2

edge created by tiptopolive of ifsz
Graphics by Sakuragi-kun, Tue, and Lokyr.