By Yewen Took
Disclaimer: I made the personalities, but I'm just borrowing the hobbit bodies. When I'm done, I'll send them back to the 'nameless backup hobbit' bin
Author's note: Yes, each chapter is different, though some of them will be dealing with the same characters. I'm writing this as if I was writing a book of short stories. ~*~
The Taler's Tale
At least once a year, around lithe, my Gran'da, Tomadas Took, invites his relations to his smial and entertains us grandly. Gran'da, however, has been getting older as the years pass, and although his cooking hasn't suffered, he tends to fall asleep during his stories!
Two of my uncles, Desso Took and Huro Sodd-Moss, tried to take over story telling, but they couldn't match Gran'da. Both of them gave up, and for the first time, the stage was empty!
The space at the front of the room needed to be filled, so I stepped forward. And stood there. I looked at the Hobbits, young and old, sitting everywhere around me in Gran'da and Grandmum's greatroom. Cousin Ester was sitting on her new husband Bolor's lap. My mother Holly was guiding my father Todas' ale to the side table before it made it's way to the floor. My cousins Daisy and Jesso were poking each other in the ribs.
"Daisy and Jesso," I scolded. Everyone looked at me. The siblings stopped poking. I had an idea. "Daisy and Jesso Took," I continued, "lived in Tookbank in the WestFarthing of the Shire." And so began my storytelling. I can't remember that first story I told, but I was called on to tell many more, some real, some fantasy, most about my relatives.
And so begins the tales...
Yewen Took