A/N: Hi, I know, this took long but I have this annoying thing called
"studies" to do… Hope you enjoy…
By the way, @ all German-speakers: Don't torture yourself with this translation. You can read it all (much more!: I'm already at September 1400) on my Page, too…
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May 4th 1400
Dear companion,
It's my birthday today! Yesterday I finished the little wooden pony for Ruby. She was very glad about it and hugged me. Strange – I had some palpitations then. I never had these when we hugged before. Oh, that surely was because I was so glad myself! To the others I also gave little carvings or a little drawing of themselves. About such things they're always most glad. Li'l Hal Greenhouse was so fond of the drawing of himself he showed it to everybody passing him. He thinks I am very talented. But he's only 9 then...
I asked Lilly if we could take Fosco with us tomorrow. Finally she also brings her shadow Bibo (although I didn't express it like that!). After some hesitations she agreed. Additionally the masking is an all-day-journey with a very late homecoming. That I take my best friend Fosco with me is only logical...He is really looking forward to it. For though he is 21 he has not been in an inn... but he once secretly smoked a pipe – at least he maintains!
May 5th 1400, ah no: May 6th 1400
Dear companion,
It's still very early in the morning and Lilly and I came home just shortly before – I just cannot sleep yet! First I have to tell what happened!
Yesterday at about 10 in the morning the four of us met at the big elm tree in the village centre and started walking. First our route led us north then to the east. We left Whitfurrows right to us and, as we were out of sight, marched over the East Road into the south. There we found a big meadow with high grass [actually it's Schafgarbe but I couldn't find an English word for it] where we spent some time with camping.
Lilly and Bibo told us many interesting (mostly adult) things and Fosco and I spent most of the day intently listening to and teasing them when they were holding hands or kissed. It was as ever!
In the evening we marched to Stock. I was quite nervous as I entered the inn (think I mainly hoped that I wouldn't meet a known face...) and Fosco also seemed to be. Lilly and Bibo steered us to a lively corner where we were greeted happily by a few young (totally unknown by us) Hobbits and ordered beer for us. It really tasted wonderful!! But I have to admit that I have rare comparisons...
There were much laughter and dance and songs. Never did so many impressions storm on me! Kale next to me, also a 19-year-old Hobbit from Buckleberry (so at least I wasn't alone the youngest one), offered me his pipe filled with Longbottom-leaf (yes – HE is allowed to smoke!!!) and I tried. It isn't that bad at all – as long as you don't swallow the smoke...
It was a great evening and I enjoyed it until – yes, until a very drunken Hobbit (I didn't understand his name) began a quarrel because Lilly didn't want to dance with him. She said he should rather go home and sleep off his intoxication. Then he became a bit rude and very pushy. Suddenly all the voices in the inn were too loud for me, the fire was too hot and the smoke began burning in my eyes. Bravely (probably also because of the beer) I stood up and wanted to defend my sister – at that point Bibo jumped up and hindered me with the words "Drop it – you're still a child yet!" I – a child? Ha! I don't say Ma and Da anymore and already drank beer AND smoked a pipe (well – at least almost)!!! In any case Bibo tried to persuade the other one to leave but he became even worse – almost the two of them began fighting! Hey, I would have participated – no doubt on that, my first pipe and first fight on the same day! But the ostler interfered before I could have a try and said we all should either calm down or leave. Because it was already late and the way home was long we left.
Very tired (and somewhat disillusioned) I arrived home with Lilly one hour ago. Of course everybody is already sleeping and I'll do exactly the same now...
May 7th 1400
Dear companion,
Today I noticed that I haven't written much about my family, yet. But there are some things that happen, too: e.g. my aunt Gilly has already given birth to her eighth child. Uncle Rufus is mighty proud – at last a daughter! Was time though! Seven boys are quite severe! Nothing against our sex – but the "seven Sandhill-lads" are known by everybody in their village (Micheldelving) and the environs. Although the youngest, Jannos; is only nine.
Well.... actually there aren't more family things to tell. My father only has one brother being strange enough – and mother doesn't have any siblings at all: my grandmother died early and (of course) grandfather didn't marry again. Last year he also died – what a pity – I liked him a lot. My other grandfather is also already dead, and grandmother lives at Uncle Rufus' to help him and Aunt Gilly with the boys (and now also, the girl).
Of course we have contact to farer relatives (great-aunts and so), too – but not that much, most of them live far in the North Farthing. They only write when there is real news – which doesn't seem to be the case very often. Perhaps the unknowns-to-letters of them can't find somebody who writes the letter for them.
Anyway the last letter from the North Farthing lies 5 months back...
So, my dear companion, you'll probably understand when I don't write much about family things...
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How did you like it? Please review!
If you don't know the word ostler (*wink to WhiteWolf*): it's in this song in Bree (The Cow jumped over the moon): "The ostler has a tipsy cat…" *lalala* ::humming:: I didn't know the "normal" word for "Wirt" (perhaps"Inn-keeper" or "landlord" or something????). But I had this song in my mind (I have it on CD). So I wrote "ostler"
By the way, @ all German-speakers: Don't torture yourself with this translation. You can read it all (much more!: I'm already at September 1400) on my Page, too…
~*~
May 4th 1400
Dear companion,
It's my birthday today! Yesterday I finished the little wooden pony for Ruby. She was very glad about it and hugged me. Strange – I had some palpitations then. I never had these when we hugged before. Oh, that surely was because I was so glad myself! To the others I also gave little carvings or a little drawing of themselves. About such things they're always most glad. Li'l Hal Greenhouse was so fond of the drawing of himself he showed it to everybody passing him. He thinks I am very talented. But he's only 9 then...
I asked Lilly if we could take Fosco with us tomorrow. Finally she also brings her shadow Bibo (although I didn't express it like that!). After some hesitations she agreed. Additionally the masking is an all-day-journey with a very late homecoming. That I take my best friend Fosco with me is only logical...He is really looking forward to it. For though he is 21 he has not been in an inn... but he once secretly smoked a pipe – at least he maintains!
May 5th 1400, ah no: May 6th 1400
Dear companion,
It's still very early in the morning and Lilly and I came home just shortly before – I just cannot sleep yet! First I have to tell what happened!
Yesterday at about 10 in the morning the four of us met at the big elm tree in the village centre and started walking. First our route led us north then to the east. We left Whitfurrows right to us and, as we were out of sight, marched over the East Road into the south. There we found a big meadow with high grass [actually it's Schafgarbe but I couldn't find an English word for it] where we spent some time with camping.
Lilly and Bibo told us many interesting (mostly adult) things and Fosco and I spent most of the day intently listening to and teasing them when they were holding hands or kissed. It was as ever!
In the evening we marched to Stock. I was quite nervous as I entered the inn (think I mainly hoped that I wouldn't meet a known face...) and Fosco also seemed to be. Lilly and Bibo steered us to a lively corner where we were greeted happily by a few young (totally unknown by us) Hobbits and ordered beer for us. It really tasted wonderful!! But I have to admit that I have rare comparisons...
There were much laughter and dance and songs. Never did so many impressions storm on me! Kale next to me, also a 19-year-old Hobbit from Buckleberry (so at least I wasn't alone the youngest one), offered me his pipe filled with Longbottom-leaf (yes – HE is allowed to smoke!!!) and I tried. It isn't that bad at all – as long as you don't swallow the smoke...
It was a great evening and I enjoyed it until – yes, until a very drunken Hobbit (I didn't understand his name) began a quarrel because Lilly didn't want to dance with him. She said he should rather go home and sleep off his intoxication. Then he became a bit rude and very pushy. Suddenly all the voices in the inn were too loud for me, the fire was too hot and the smoke began burning in my eyes. Bravely (probably also because of the beer) I stood up and wanted to defend my sister – at that point Bibo jumped up and hindered me with the words "Drop it – you're still a child yet!" I – a child? Ha! I don't say Ma and Da anymore and already drank beer AND smoked a pipe (well – at least almost)!!! In any case Bibo tried to persuade the other one to leave but he became even worse – almost the two of them began fighting! Hey, I would have participated – no doubt on that, my first pipe and first fight on the same day! But the ostler interfered before I could have a try and said we all should either calm down or leave. Because it was already late and the way home was long we left.
Very tired (and somewhat disillusioned) I arrived home with Lilly one hour ago. Of course everybody is already sleeping and I'll do exactly the same now...
May 7th 1400
Dear companion,
Today I noticed that I haven't written much about my family, yet. But there are some things that happen, too: e.g. my aunt Gilly has already given birth to her eighth child. Uncle Rufus is mighty proud – at last a daughter! Was time though! Seven boys are quite severe! Nothing against our sex – but the "seven Sandhill-lads" are known by everybody in their village (Micheldelving) and the environs. Although the youngest, Jannos; is only nine.
Well.... actually there aren't more family things to tell. My father only has one brother being strange enough – and mother doesn't have any siblings at all: my grandmother died early and (of course) grandfather didn't marry again. Last year he also died – what a pity – I liked him a lot. My other grandfather is also already dead, and grandmother lives at Uncle Rufus' to help him and Aunt Gilly with the boys (and now also, the girl).
Of course we have contact to farer relatives (great-aunts and so), too – but not that much, most of them live far in the North Farthing. They only write when there is real news – which doesn't seem to be the case very often. Perhaps the unknowns-to-letters of them can't find somebody who writes the letter for them.
Anyway the last letter from the North Farthing lies 5 months back...
So, my dear companion, you'll probably understand when I don't write much about family things...
~*~
How did you like it? Please review!
If you don't know the word ostler (*wink to WhiteWolf*): it's in this song in Bree (The Cow jumped over the moon): "The ostler has a tipsy cat…" *lalala* ::humming:: I didn't know the "normal" word for "Wirt" (perhaps"Inn-keeper" or "landlord" or something????). But I had this song in my mind (I have it on CD). So I wrote "ostler"