The thirteen dwarfs, Gandalf and hobbit road along the road on their ponies, the occasional piece of foliage being wept into their faces.
"24...25...26...27..."
"Ori, what are you doing?" asked Bifur.
"counting" Ori replied.
Bifur sighed, "yes i know, but counting what?"
"how many time a branch hits me in the face.."
Fili, who had been listening couldnt help but say "thats nothing! i'm up to 34!"
Bombur, who's riding beside Filli said "34? im up to 72! humf"
Kili, whos in front of Bombur turned at this and glanced at his brother, Fili glaced back and saw Kili with a stack of sticks on his lap, with a glint in his eye he said "Bombur, maybe your just on a wilder side, mayhap you ride behind me?" so Bombur drove his pony behind Fili. Kili, now with no entertainment, looked glum.
Fili on the the other hand, started snapping of twigs that passed by with a smile.
Gandalf knew what was going on but said nothing... after all, it would be quite entertaining if Bombur where to 'fall' of his pony due to... what would you say?... a foliage attack. with a puff on his pipe, Gandlaf lead on, this will be a interesting journey indeed.
