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febobe asked me to...
part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
“Pippin… I mean the Ernil, he said he liked to eat second breakfast too,” Bergil said. “But he didn’t say how you could break your fast twice. Mardil says that that’s what breakfast means -- that you’ve been fasting all night and now you’ve stopped.”
“Well, I expect he’s right, but we Shirefolk like to have a bit of bread and jam and a sup of tea to start with… to prime the pump you might say… and then when we’ve got a chore or two done to have a proper meal of porridge or some fried taters, and perhaps a lovely plate of eggs and bacon, or sausages. Something to stick with you till elevenses.”
Bergil laughed. “I’m surprised you’re not all giants,” he said. “Here. This is the usual way people come.” He led the way to the broad gate and waved a hand at the night watchman, who had peered out from the window in the gatehouse. “Hello, Uncle Tilnor.”
“Came in through the garden, again, did you?” the former Guardsman chuckled. He was a courtesy uncle, one of several that Beregond had trained with as a young man, and had helped to mind Bergil after his mother died. Tilnor had lost a leg in a skirmish when Bergil was small, but he was still a master bowman and had insisted on staying in the City in spite of the danger. It was the “uncles” who had convinced Beregond to let Bergil stay with the other boys. “And who’s this you’ve got with you? Another friend to polish the banister?”
“This is Sam Gamgee. He’s a perian, and we came to get one of the other perians something for a headache.”
part nine
febobe asked me to...part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
“Pippin… I mean the Ernil, he said he liked to eat second breakfast too,” Bergil said. “But he didn’t say how you could break your fast twice. Mardil says that that’s what breakfast means -- that you’ve been fasting all night and now you’ve stopped.”
“Well, I expect he’s right, but we Shirefolk like to have a bit of bread and jam and a sup of tea to start with… to prime the pump you might say… and then when we’ve got a chore or two done to have a proper meal of porridge or some fried taters, and perhaps a lovely plate of eggs and bacon, or sausages. Something to stick with you till elevenses.”
Bergil laughed. “I’m surprised you’re not all giants,” he said. “Here. This is the usual way people come.” He led the way to the broad gate and waved a hand at the night watchman, who had peered out from the window in the gatehouse. “Hello, Uncle Tilnor.”
“Came in through the garden, again, did you?” the former Guardsman chuckled. He was a courtesy uncle, one of several that Beregond had trained with as a young man, and had helped to mind Bergil after his mother died. Tilnor had lost a leg in a skirmish when Bergil was small, but he was still a master bowman and had insisted on staying in the City in spite of the danger. It was the “uncles” who had convinced Beregond to let Bergil stay with the other boys. “And who’s this you’ve got with you? Another friend to polish the banister?”
“This is Sam Gamgee. He’s a perian, and we came to get one of the other perians something for a headache.”
part nine
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Date: 2004-12-15 06:48 am (UTC)Me too. *grins* Much too short, but very lovely.
You might want to do some revision with the first sentence when you're awake again.
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Date: 2004-12-15 09:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-15 09:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-15 10:23 am (UTC)Haven't seen the "Symphony" DVD yet. I'm quite looking forward to it!
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Date: 2004-12-18 04:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-15 11:14 am (UTC)*flings her arms around RabidSamFan gratefully and HUGGIES!!!!*
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!! :D
*beams happily* :D
I LOVE Bergil's uncle. :)
And. . .
“Well, I expect he’s right, but we Shirefolk like to have a bit of bread and jam and a sup of tea to start with… to prime the pump you might say… and then when we’ve got a chore or two done to have a proper meal of porridge or some fried taters, and perhaps a lovely plate of eggs and bacon, or sausages. Something to stick with you till elevenses.”
Hee! :D SOOOOO perfect. :D
I personally think they aren't giants b/c they have fast metabolisms, like a lot of tiny creatures. Really, despite their chubbiness, when you think about it, hobbits are quite small. . .I think we got the weight figured once. . .we're definitely talking child-sized here.
Adoringly and gratefully,
Love,
Febobe :D
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Date: 2004-12-18 04:51 am (UTC);)
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Date: 2004-12-18 05:01 am (UTC)I LOVED those things as kids. . . . :D
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Date: 2004-12-18 05:17 am (UTC)My brother had one of those sock-em clowns that you had to put sand in the bottom of and then blow up. It was much bigger than weebles, so they were always a slight disappointmen to me, I'm afraid...
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Date: 2004-12-16 04:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-10 04:29 am (UTC)LOL. I've picked this up again, at part 8. Let's see how long it takes me to catch up with you! Cheers.
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Date: 2005-01-10 04:31 am (UTC)Let me know if any of the links fail you!
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Date: 2005-01-26 01:39 pm (UTC)