(The following is a part of series of sillyness-type writings I did for some friends, oh and a Chinchilla is a cute, rodent0like animal)
Frerni smiled grievously at Wilson, "I am sorry to burden this task to you, Wilson. You know we dwarves are natural cross-country runners, but I must stay in case we do not have the time to wait for you friends of the Leaf and Bean."
Wilson gazed at him mournfully.
" I have faith in you, my friend!" Frerni told him whole-heartedly, "But now you must be off, you cannot delay, Norfi spied the encampment this morning. May Aule keep you."
And with a blink of an eye, Wilson scurried out of the castle under the cover of night.
"May Aule keep you, Wilson" Frerni breathed quietly as he gazed into the empty darkness.
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"She stood up and said, 'I'll just take the pie instead!"
The room bellowed with laughter as Angel tried finish his drink. The Elf across from him shot him a puzzling look.
"But... why did she take the pie?"
"Because! She's a hobbit." Angel receive no reply. "Hobbits can't use... Oh nevermind! Have another drink"
"I think not, I've had quite enough this evening"
Welby staggers over to the table with another round of Gweann's "Special" Coffee she picked up from Rohan. "Don't worry, Angel will get you home safely if you get too smashed. Or you can always stay here, the 'chillas always keep the beds soft and the fires warm--"
There was a loud banging on the door as someone dropped a tankard at the bar. Angel jumped up from the table with his hand on his hilt, and before he could reach the door the noise makers, the door swung open.
"Master Guardsman Eobold! what a wonderful surprise! I--"
"Hardly wonderful is the hastened news Wilson brings. I found him as I was riding through the Shire. Angel, there has been enemy encampments moving out of Sarnur in the Vale of Thrain. The Dwarven Counter Intelligence found orders of a Siege of Gondamon."
"Well then well pack up an--"
"Angel, that was almost three days past. We were only luck that I found Wilson."
Angel's stature hardens as he turns to the Tavern. "We cannot waste time. Gweann, have the 'chillas start sending word to the rest of the Coffee House residents. Isildur, Gombur, Teirawyn, Elraeni, Illurien, and even the POP's Kinhouse. Welby, see if you can find some of the locals here in Bree-land and in some of the close towns like Trestlebridge. I know I saw Alchais not but yesterday. Rhyssa, see if you can find out where Slamfist, Alditha, and the rest are, Mandos! even Pastor if you can."
Rhyssa and Gweann begin to close the Tavern, all with a worried look on their faces. Welby walks up to Angel, "The Dwarves at Thorin's Hall are crippled. They can defend the Gate, but you cannot ask them to lessen their defenses"
"No, no. I won't. I am leaving now with my things. I have a few stops to make, a few friends to ask along the way. Before I leave Bree, I'll stop and let Delaney know what is happening at the Pony." He looks up at the rest of the Crew. "Make haste. I will not wait for you all as I have much to do as well. May the Valar be with you." He grabbed his cloak and went swiftly out the door. Eobold followed behind him, "I'll see who I can find in Glen Vraig that isn't busy."
Angel mounted up on his spotted and sploched black and white horse, "My brother is there, tell him to stop at the kinhall for supplies. If it is the dwarves from Sarnur, I fear we will need a Dragon slayer."
And with that word, he rode off toward the illuminated town. Within minutes, the Leaf and Bean was silent. No lights, no chatter, not a single Chinchilla was left scurrying about.
We can only Hope that the Crew can muster enough Free Peoples to aid the dwarves in...
The Siege of Gondamon!
