Chapter 1: Nessime
(Written by Switchblade27)
Thwack! My first arrow hit a nearby tree. Thwack! The next split its predecessor in half, with a loud cracking sound.
"Nessime!" Faniare shouted, running towards our small campsite. "What's happening? Are we under attack?"
"BORED!" I shouted, letting an arrow fly, missing her head by a hair. She ducked, as another arrow pierced the bag of food she was holding, its contents spilling out onto the ground.
"You idiot!" she sighed, burying her head in her hands. I smirked.
"I'll clean it up," I said, piling the assortment of berries, mushrooms, and vegetation in my arms and dumping them in an empty bag,
"Is this your way of saying we need to keep moving?"
"Yes! There's nothing here for us. We need to stay on the outskirts of towns to catch travelers as they leave. We're too distant."
"Perhaps we should head towards Middle Earth? There's a lot of cities there. Rich cities, at that," suggested Faniare
"A bandit's dream," I sighed longingly. "What of Dale? I heard there's endless riches there, enough to get us anything we'd ever want."
"Well, yes," Faniare began.
"Why aren't we headed there, then?" I interjected happily. "I'll start packing!"
"Because of the dragon that protects the treasure. You didn't think that the dwarves left there of their own accord, did you?"
"A dragon, you say?" I asked, my pulse beginning to quicken at the very mention of adventure. "We can take one measly dragon!"
"Yes, but we'll need someone to help us. Someone we can trust. We can't do this alone."
"I may know a certain hobbit. She's a Fallohide, a friend of Fognae."
"Fognae? I like the Fallohides. They're much more...open to us elves then the other hobbits. Not as skittish, either."
"Remember the girl I used to hunt with? She was killed by a boar that attacked her camp. Beryll, the hobbit, saved her."
"So, we'll be heading towards Middle Earth then?"
"I think she lives in the Shire now," I said, starting to disassemble our tents and load all our belongings onto our horses, Destiny and Melody.
Soon enough, we were in the Shire, asking around for a Beryll Merridew. Dismounting Melody and patting her nose, I walked up to a particularly neat looking hobbit-hole. As I approached the door, an excited Harfoot burst through the door and jumped over his fence, running with a speed only the most determined hobbit could reach.
"Where are you going?" Faniare called after him.
"On an adventure!" he whooped as he ran into the forest. Little did I know that we'd be meeting this hobbit again very soon.
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