The Adventures Of A Cobbolt

by mirage1125

Once there lived a Hobbit named Fornio. He is about to embark on a mission he never did before: to leave the comforts of his hometown, the Shire, on a journey with a dwarf, Dinitrime, to defeat the goblins overunning the Kingdom of Gondor.

2. The Acquaintance

Chapter 2: The Acquaintance

Note: Some changes were made to the first chapter. The changes are to place this story in line with FanFiction.net, and not a FictionPress publication. And, enjoy the second chapter!

Fornio was awoken by the incessant clunks beleaguering his wooden door. The door creaked open with a hoarse voice booming into his hobbit-hole.

"Fornio! We must make haste! The Kingdom of Gondor requires our assistance!"

Fornio jumped out of his bed, moving towards his pack he prepared the night before. He headed outside, and sees something he has never seen in his life before. Dinitrime sat above in a humungous carriage, holding on to two horses that resembled donkeys. The carriage was enclosed; grand lights shone out of the windows, nearly making Fornio lose is way.

"Come On! Jump in! we haven't got all day!"

It was grim inside. Pieces of meat were strewn over the carriage floor. The strong tinge of beer stung Fornio's nose. He passed through the Shire with relative haste, stealing a goodbye or two before they made their way to open ground. They moved further and further from the Shire, and before long it was just a speck on the horizon. He moved to a corner of the carriage, and slept unknowingly.

After what seemed like a few hours, the carriage stopped. Dinitrime said:

"young hobbit! We have reached the town of Bree. We shall stay at the Prancing Pony for the night. It is unsafe to be on travel after dark in these times."

Fornio climbed out and walked haphazardly to the entrance. He knocked.

'Who's there?"

A eye-hole heaved open and he saw the face of Dinitrime. He was shocked at first, but then allowed Fornio and Dinitrime in.

"Would you like a place to stay? We have 2 bunks on the third floor, in the second room. Make yourself comfortable. I will fetch your belongings to your room."

Fornio and Dinitrime sat upon the aged wooden table among many while they awaited for their bunks. There were many folk at the Prancing Pony; people from distant lands, from his own hometown, the Shire, and even from the city of Minas Tirith were enjoying themselves in the cosy atmosphere of the inn. He felt lonely.

Suddenly, Samwise Gamgee, the gardener of Fornio's garden, barged into the inn door and ran towards Fornio.

"Hey, you forgot your best friend!" he said in bated breath.

For once Fornio has seen light to the day again.