A Hobbit's strife *free please join!*

[Amaryliss]

free to all but please make your characters interesting and relevent to the setting oh and no one liners! Decent sizrd posts are much appreciated but other then that have fun and be creative! :-). If anyone wants to play Frankie that would be brilliant!

Martha Paddlemead was a very good natured and well to do hobbit thank you very much. Mousey haired and dark eyed her veiw of the world was somewhat innocent but marred by what she saw as the only fault in the valar's creation - Frankie Blount the Shire's resident whinger and all round in Matha's book , stinker. Unfourtunetly for this young hobbit Frankie was her belatedly welcomed older cousin a fact she took most care never to assosiate herself with - what an oaf! Uplifting her round face to the bright summer sunshine and smiling rosily as a winking green garbed gardener strode by she sighed absently, swinging her arm lazily by her side as the tall rushes either side of the path swayed in a tickiling breeze.

" Ignorant pigheaded swine! Why i ought to.." she seethed with a pout looking towards the grand tent being contrued for the celebration of the day the Shire was restored to normal and liberated when Frodo Fourfinger's came back from the clutches of death. Martha had heard of Frodo of course - all the youngsters had in thier youth been fed the stories of valour and commeradeship and Martha (despite her parents evident repimand on the matter) yearned for the unorthadox occupation of becoming an adventurer and yet..well she was a hobbit maid - where would she find adventure?

[Sweet Angel of Mercy]

"Ignorant pigheaded swine! Why i ought to.."
Frankie Blount walked silently up to his cousin Martha. "Ought to what??" he said suddenly and loudly, tapping her on the shoulder.
Martha jumped and spun around to face him. Frankie burst out laughing.
"Oh Marty, ya shoulda seen yerself! You look like ya've been snuck up on by a dragon! I shall never forget that face!" Imitating her, he opened his eyes as wide as he could and dropped his jaw. Then he went back to laughing hysterically. He loved to surprise people, especially his cousin. Her reactions always made him laugh.
Martha was glaring at him. "Oh come on Marty, lighten up! Sticklebats, cuz', you really should learn to have some fun once in a while!"

[Etaina]

" there's no fun in scaring people Frankie Blount!" she scolded with a staunch pout folding her arms haughtily across her chest and squinting to his face as if willing herself to see through it.

" And just what trouble have you been causing today? Last time you sought me out you were running scared from farmer Maggot!" she reminded him bluntly straightening the folds in forest green gown and percing her lips in regained equilibrium. His strawberry gold curls spawled across rosy cheeks the image of his father during his mischeviously mayhem days, so much so that Martha mellowed and tilted her head sidewards.

" And where might you be headed? Your Aunt Bridget wants you to smarten up for tonights party (though goodness knows she'll have a job)"

[Sweet Angel of Mercy]

"Ah, Marty," Frankie argued, "please, not a job! Parties are supposed to be for having fun, not for working!"

Oh great, he thought, with my luck, everyone else'll be having fun, and I'll get stuck washing dishes. I always do.
'To keep you out of trouble,' his aunt would say. 'If you would behave properly, perhaps you would be able to have fun without terrible surprises and whatnot.

Was that it? If he promised to 'behave' would he be able to escape the horrible task of washing piles and piles of dishes?

"Uh, Marty--I mean, Martha, if I promised to be good, and 'smartened up,' do you think Aunt Bridget wouldn't make me do the dishes?"
He crossed his fingers. Please, please, please, he thought hopefully.

[Amaryliss]

" you deserve more then washing dishes coz and don't call me Marty" she scowled haughtily before bringing her finger to her chin and tapping it thoughtfully. Bridget her mother, was a firm favourate of harsh disapline always favourng the usage when it came to her daughter and even more so when it came to Frankie ever unreully and willful.

" Well i suposse i could pop a word in for you and besides i think she's got Tom Pondmead to do that anyways" she shrugged dismissively with a slight girlish grin.

" Samantha will be there Frankie..."

[Sweet Angel of Mercy]

Frankie's face turned bright red. He opened his mouth to speak, but only stuttered. He had been trying to catch Samantha Bracegirdle's eye for as long as he could remember. He had no idea if she liked him or not. In fact, though no one had quite figured it out yet, Frankie was always on his best behaviour whenever Samantha was around.

He would have to be extremely good tonight, he told himself. Absolutely no jokes or surprises. And he would make sure he looked his best, he would wear his dark green vest, and make sure he combed his hair.

He looked at his cousin. "I must go, must get ready for the--I mean, must go, ummm, eat lunch, yeah, that's what I meant!"

He turned and started running toward home.

[Amaryliss]

Martha blinked rapidly after her cousin's back before shrugging absently and strolling down the curling meandering lanes towards her own hobbit holding a handsome, prominent grassey hole with porthole windows and a smoking chimney. Pushing the oval wooden door open and peering her curly head around the outset she flinched at the sight of her mother, lips perced and hands stilted on hips.

" Martha Paddlemead daughter of mine whereabouts have you been?" she demanded bluntly running a scrutinising beady eye over Martha before ushering her hand to the small of her back and gesturing to her bedroom whereby she pushed her forcefully into a wicker chair and stared eagerly into the mirrior. Releasing the mass of tawny brown hair from its ribboned reb bonds and setting it flow as a frothing over her shoulders, she took a moist flannel from the washing basin and scrubbing Martha's face feverantly ( much to the dissaproval of her daughter). Motioning her upwards several dresses were heaped upon the edge of the bed before Martha examing them all fruitlessly finally settled on a bright poopy red bodice with matching skirt ending just before the feet and a bell armed blouse. Loosening the black strings at her front and giving a satisfied nod she turned to smile at her mother.

" Ah what a picture you present to hobbiton! So many suitors will pledge their love for you with one glance" she beamed rosily before flinging her hands to the air she cried aloud " goodness i shan't be ready for a moment! I hope that cousin of yours presents himself good tonight"

[Sweet Angel of Mercy]

Frankie ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and burst through the front door of the cozy hobbit hole where he lived with his mother.

His mother jumped. "Frankie, could you slam the door a little softer, please?" she said in her sweet melodious voice.

He was in too much of a hurry to laugh at the joke. He flew into his room and immediately started digging through his closet, tossing clothes on the floor. He found his green vest and trousers, and pulled them out of the pile. He knew Samantha liked green. He changed his clothes and set out to comb his hair.

There was a knock on his door. "Can I come in?" his mother's voice asked.

"Yeah," he called back.

Lillian came in and sat next to her son on the bed. "My, aren't you in a frantic mood?" she commented.

He said nothing and attempted to get the snarls out of his messy red hair. Lillian took the comb from him and helped him. "Any special reason you're in such a hurry to get ready?" she asked softly. "Anybody special you trying to impress?" she paused. "Samantha?"

Frankie turned bright red again. How did she know? he thought. But then, of course she'd know, she was good friends with Samantha's mother.
He wondered if Samantha or her mother had ever said anything about him, but he was afraid to ask.

Lillian brushed the last knots out of his hair and pushed him lightly off the bed. "Samantha loves flowers, ya know," she said with a sparkle in her eye that made the resemblence between mother and son hard to miss. Frankie grinned and kissed her on the cheek, and rushed outside to the garden to find the best flowers he could.

[Amaryliss]

Martha ran a critically roving eye over her attire as she swung this way then that in an attempt to grasp the smart prettyines of her clothing when shurgging absently she took flight towards her dresser and wrapped a silken scarlet bow about her waist smiling defiantly as it moved with her movements. George would be there tonight she expected - Frankie's partner in crime yet despite herself Martha could not quire bring herself to hate him - he was altogether more intruging. Setting thoughts of him aside she hummed girlishly to herself before plodding out towards the front vegetable patches in her garden and, crouching over she plucked an astutely perfect white daisy and nestled it behind her ear. Gradually the meak summer sunshine faded to be replaced by an azure velvety black and the noise from the large tent beckoned irrestistably lullingly bright as a subtle meandering babble of squawkish laughter and fireworks pooling into the night sky. The celebrations had begun.

[Friend of Maglor]

Prisca!! the frustrated voice of a matron hobbit (quite a sound to hear) rung out over a flower spotted valley in the heart of Hobbiton. Prillisca Whitebanks, you answer me right this very instant!!
Under the shade of a friendly cloud, the short, tousled chocolate curls of a hobbit child peek over the blades of grass. Prisca murmurs to herself, *Look at the sky…I can almost taste the Sea, just looking at it…those white clouds, all wispy, like foam on th-* PRISCA!!!
Snapping reluctantly back to reality, the hobbit girl leaps lithely up from her nest and runs, half floating, half skipping to her livid aunt.
“IF I HAVE TOLD YOU ONCE I HAVE-”
“Sorry Aunt Tabitha, I won’t be late!”
*that child, THAT child* her Aunt mumbles under her breath, trudging up the hill again after her willy-nilly niece * she will be the end of herself! *

Bursting into her room, a small cozy place full of lavender blossoms, Prisca slips her new white frock over her head, grabbing a broad silk ribbon, the same color as the sky she loves so much, and with difficulty, tying it in a neat, though magnanimous, bow at her back. Quickly running a brush through her fine curls, she picks up a smaller ribbon of the same color as she trips gaily out the door. Securing the band in her hair, Prisca somewhat shyly enters the ring of celebration.

[Elráwien]

Daisy looked at herself in the mirror. Not quite liking what she saw she tried to smooth down her frizzy brown hair. " Perhaps, a ribbon?" she thought.

She opened the top drawer of her dresser, looking for something to put in her hair. Pushing combs, and brushes and all sorts of odds and ends to the side, she finally found a frayed yellow ribbon. She sighed,"It will have to do." Pulling her hair up with a twist of the ribbon, she felt it looked a little better.

"Now, I'm ready" It's been ages since we had any fun in the shire.

"Daisy" her mother called out. "Don't forget the plate of goodies that I made this morning." I promised that you would bring them"

"Yes, don't worry. I won't forget" yeesh, Daisy rolled her eyes. Her mother was always acting like she couldn't remember anything.
She gave her crumpled red dress one last tug, grabbed the plate and opened the door.

[Amaryliss]

Martha ambled quite lesuirely about the great beige flowing tent courtseying rosily as several well-to-do squires hobbled by chancing rougish winks while the hobbit maid, triping slightly as the hem of her gown caught on a displaced rock frowned haughtily, looking about for the brazen haired head of her cousin and pulling absently at the mousey curls as they bounced over her shoulders. Sighing belatedly she strummed her foot to the fiddle as it warbled in the background when catching sight of a familiar frizzy haired head and frayed ribbon ske skipped delighted over beaming in earnest welcome


" Ah Dasiy there you are! I've been looking for an age!"

[Elráwien]

"Martha! I couldn't see you." I was looking for some place to put this plate. My mother said that she promised."

Daisy rushed forward, holding out the plate for Martha to admire. She twisted her foot on the edge of a rock, sending the plate and goodies flying.

"Aaaaaa" Daisy sat in the grass now, horrified at the mess all around her." I'm in for it now! Martha! You've got to help me. Let's see if we can't save some of this."

[Friend of Maglor]

Prisca finally skids to a halt in the midst of the party. She at once began searching for the group of hobbit musicians...she was rather shy, for she didn't know many others...

[Elráwien]

Daisy picked herself up off the grass. She could see Prisca not far from her looking around.

"Prisca! Prisca! Over here! Come and help Martha and me pick up this...uh...stuff. "

Daisy picked up the plate and began searching the grass to see if anything had survived the fall.

[Friend of Maglor]

**spotting Daisy, Prisca rolls her eyes at the mess and comes giggling to help**

Hello Daisy dear, you look wonderful tonight! These goodies don't look a bit worse for the wear either!!
*with those comforting words and a light laugh, Prillisca scoops the last of the edibles onto the platter*

[Elráwien]

"Thank you, Prisca." *Daisy sighs with relief. Putting the plate on a table heaped high with other goodies, she looks around at all the merry-making going on.*

*suddenly the night sky fills with thousands of multi-coloured sparkles as fireworks explode overhead*

[Friend of Maglor]

**Prisca looks up in delight**

Oh how lovely!!! Coem on Daisy, lets go get closer, *grabs her hand and pulls her towards the tent*

Come on Martha!!

[Amaryliss]

" what? -oh right.." she smiled absently craning her head upwards and wondering at the showers of brilliant amber and pink that cascaded down upon themselves. " oh how beautiful!" she breathed earnestly before following Prisa's lead..

[Elráwien]

They reached the tent, now filled with hobbits. There was much merry-making going on. Laughter and music filled the air.

"Martha, wasn't Frankie supposed to meet you here? I saw him much earlier with a huge bouquet of flowers heading off towards the woods. Do you have any idea where he might have been going?" Daisy looked around. "I don't see him, yet."

[ranehdel]

A young hobbit walks up...
Hey Prisca, Martha, Daisy...quite a fireworks show isn't it??? Did i miss anything exciting??? Suposadly theres supposed to be quite the speech coming soon...

[Friend of Maglor]

*Prisca giggles*

Hullo Twig, enjoying the fireworks too? Where's all the food? I'm sure you know!

[Elráwien]

"Hi, Twig! Have you seen Frankie? What do you mean a speech? about what? who's giving a speech? Did you see the fireworks? And no, I don't think you missed anything too exciting." Daisy took a big breath ..."are you going to give a speech? Did you bring any food with you?"

Daisy smiled and paused ...

[ranehdel]

I don't know...i heard there was gonna be a speech about the hobit's great adventures...why do you think i'm here...besides the fireworks and food???
Fire works were spectactular!!!!
and btw come on daisy...if I brought food would I still have it...NO WAY!!!..but i certainly will tel lyou when i do have some :)

[Sweet Angel of Mercy]

Frankie looked around for George, Samantha's brother and his best friend. He didn't see him, but he spotted the group of girls standing nearby. He walked up to them.
"Hey Marty, whatcha doin'? Have you seen George or Samantha?" Before she could turn to look at him, he realized he was holding his flowers in plain sight, and quickly hid them behind his back.

[ranehdel]

ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh flowers ;)

[Elráwien]

"Who are the flowers for, Frankie?" Dairy teased. "Do you know, Martha?"

[ranehdel]

I'm not martha...but I have no idea???
OOC(lets get this thread movin guys its to slow)
*walks over to food table
Can i get ya anything Dairy...I'm getting ready to leave

[Bane of Lunazra]

*a small, dark haired hobbit sitting on a patch of lily beds is in tears and sobbing softly*

Hiccup! *sniff* looks up to see several plesant looking hobbits gazing in wonder at the strange sight...

Oh, hello. I'm Maela.

[ranehdel]

hey maela...just call me twig...my name is sooo long thats what everyone else does....
whats wrong girl??? anything i can do?

[Bane of Lunazra]

*wipes tears fervently at site of handsome young hobbit*

Ohh! Noo, Twig. Nothing's reallyy worng except I was just scolded for playing with the fireworks... *smiles meekly looking at Twigs response on his face*

Well, I mean an elderly hobbit, came up and bonked me on the head.. telling me its wasn't ladylike. *blushes*

I'm sorry, I've been making a scene of myself. I was just startled. *extends hand out to Twig*

Nice to meet you.

[ranehdel]

grabs maela hand*
dont' worry we'll think of something
*ran and maela sneak around to the old hobbit and shoot a fire work up his bum....*
muwhahahah he'll never mess with twig or meala again
hey mela
*whispers*
i'm thinking of going on an adventure wanna come???

[Friend of Maglor]

*Prisca steps out from behind a tent with her arms crossed*

You are up to something Twig. *pauses, then grins* and you had better not leave me out of it!!

[ranehdel]

aye can't fool u...follow me and maela...i'll tell ya guys about it in a minute

[Friend of Maglor]

**follows him demurly...snatching at cookies ont he tables they go by**

[ranehdel]

*grabs more cookies*
ok heres the deal...i'mr eady to run away from home and go find adventures...i've already made rafts...gathered horses...and provisions...we gotta find more people htough

[Friend of Maglor]

**looks at Twig in wonderment**

do you think we can go see.....go see....elves??

[ranehdel]

If we can I will definately do it...but we need to wait for more people...if they don't come than were leaving without them!!

[Bane of Lunazra]

*sly grin crosses maelas face*

thts great twig! it could be the *looks around* three of us! *snatches cookie out of twigs hand as he is about to eat it - smiles* besides, its getting boring arounf here anyway *frowns in discontentment*

it's time we actually had fun in our lives... as for me, i've always wanted to leave. so, let's pack! wutr' we waitin for *laughs softly and puts arms around twig and prisca* come on! i'm goin home to get my things...

let's meet here in... how long? *looks at stars*

after everyone goes to bed, so 5 hours or so. be back *smiles again and trots of into the distance*

[Friend of Maglor]

Brilliant, murmers Prisca.... *looks up at the dark sky* I have this old map, she says dreamily....I think we should bring it along......it is in the funniest book that is sort of my secret possesion.......*tilts head and eyes drift off again*

[Bane of Lunazra]

*opens round door softly and tiptoes into house making sure no one's home*

a candle burns quietly, spreading a warm pumpkin fragrance through the chilled halls. yep, they're asleep. *maela quickly grabs some food and munchies for the journey, takes 2 changes of clothes, her small dagger relished in gold lining , a curious book of the worlde lying on her grandpas table, and a dark cloak.

tht shud be it... *hmmm* a small globular object sitting still on the "adventure" table in grandpas library. 'i'm sure he wudnt mind if i took it with me' *she tried to recall the importance of the ancient item* snatching it quickly, maela turned and headed back down to the flower bed under the stars where her companions would be waiting...

[ranehdel]

*hears nosise*
turns as companions near him
did anyone leave a note?
all: no?
good...cause i did explaining hwere we weren't going...
I think we should go see elves and try to go to rohan in the great forests...I heard oen of the adventures talk about ents!!!

[Bane of Lunazra]

wow twig! ur a genius - ive alsways wanted to see the ents!

my grandmother told me so many stories - it would be fascinating and astounding - *melts insdie* the elves.... ive always wanted to meet an elf.

*maela suddenly remembers her sack and the rare item*

OH! i found this. not sure wut it is tho. *holds dark, but metallic orb out in her small palm*
any thoughts?? is prisca coming?

[ranehdel]

I sure hope so....i have no idea what i tis...we'll show the elves they know everything...
GUESS WHAT!!! I got to talk to merry yesterday...you know one of the adventurers....he told me hints for riding horses and talking with elves...he said he would teach me...but i said i might not be here...i think he got teh idea cause he said he was going to rivendale too!!!
lets see prisca said she was coming....hmmmwhere is she???

[Bane of Lunazra]

*looks around into the darkness of the clearing, occasionally glancing up at the luminous stars*

i dont know where prisca is... *thinks to herself - wut could be taking her sooo long??*

you talked to Merry! wow! i miss out on all the fun dont i... *frowns to the ground*
*when i see the elves, i'm going to learn all their crafts and deftness of blade and song - maela ponders silently of the wonders ahead of them then pulls out her blade from her cloak*

look wut i've brought. *she holds the glimmering blade to twig who takes it and carefully examines the craftmenship*
i brought a whole bunch of neccesities for our trip but we're missing one of us three... *grows impatient*

lets go find her. *beckons to twig*

[ranehdel]

ok but before we do check this out
*lifts up shirt covering blet to revel a short sword*
(stole it from my uncle)
but he won't find out...
lets look...merry said he'd be in rivendale in 1 month...and give me lessons...but he said it jokeingly...lil did he know that i'd actually be there...
lets check the barn...she's usually around the horses...
*screaming whisper*
PRISCA???