Chapter 7
The Tunnels of Brandy Hall
A doorknob jiggled and rattled from the servant testing it to make sure it was locked securely. He Knocked lightly upon the door and calling out while he waited patiently to see if anyone would answer it. Shifting his eyes from side to side, he noticed groups of hobbits coming out of the kitchen entrance. Hatty soon followed from behind barking out orders to the servants that rushed to obey them.
"Check every door and every room. The master wants every Bucklander questioned until we find them!" she called out to the servants that had began to break into groups to begin their search. "You lad, run and warn the stable hands to search the grounds, but leave Tom sleeping and don't be disturbing him any. Tell me Old Hobs to send out a rider to find Master Merry! Be quick about it, lad, now run!"
Alarm arose throughout the corridors of Brandy Hall when the servants gathered and fervently going door to door in their search. A small lad raced from the back door and ran down towards the stable. His small hairy feet barely touching the ground, jumping over flowerbeds and bush to reach the stables.
His feet ran passed the Brandybuck's private stable where he knew Tom was sleeping, after being told by Hatty not to awaken him. Passing that stable quickly, he dashed into the far, larger stable where most of the ponies of Brandy Hall were housed.
With his heart racing and eyes fixed upon the running lad, Fardom pressed himself against the wall of the Brandybuck's stable. Knowing within moments that their window to escaping Brandy Hall was beginning to close and they would soon be trapped.
In that moment, Estella who held little Faramir tightly in her arms saw a chance for him to escape. Whispering to him, he lifted his head from her shoulder and listened carefully to her. "Faramir, will you do something for me?" she asked in a whispered playful manner not wanting to make the small lad any more fearful than he already was. "When I set you down upon the ground, I want you to run the fastest that you possibly can. You must run back to Brandy Hall and find your Mama. Do you think you can do this for me?"
Little Faramir nodded his head with his soft coils of curls bouncing about his sweet little face. His trusting chocolate eyes looked directly at Estella and asked her, "Are you going to run with me?"
Smiling at him, she shook her head. "No, Faramir, not this time. I am going to stay here and play a little game. To help me win this game, you must not let no other catch you, and you must make it into Brandy Hall. No matter what you hear behind you, you must keep running and not stop. Now promise me, you'll run your very fastest?"
His big round-eyes gazed at Estella and then nodded again. "Okay, now off you go, run quickly, little one!"
The second his small feet touched the ground, he bolted running faster then his little legs were able. Running just passed Myrtle who stood frozen staring breathlessly at Fardom waiting for a sign that the way was clear. Her eyes suddenly caught little Faramir dashing by her. She tried to lunge out and grab him, but Estella caught her locks of hair from behind her and held her in place.
Tulsi turned quickly hearing a small yelp coming from her mistress. Seeing little Faramir scurrying passed her, she too tried to stop him. Thinking quickly, he darted from her grasp and at the same time, Esmeralda stuck her foot out and tripped the lass causing her to fall to the ground.
Faster and faster his little feet padded upon the dirt floor of the stable and within inches of the door and his freedom. Just as Estella told him, he did not look back when he heard a thud, slap and a yelp coming from behind him. With fear and danger all around him, his little heart pounded as loud as his feet upon the ground.
Seeing the clear-blue sky and the green grass just outside the door, he was relieved that he had made it this far. With a sudden burst of speed he darted to the door, but as quickly as he did a firm hand grabbed the back of his small vest and shirt and was hoisted from the ground. Kicking his feet wildly and swing his arms in mid-air, he was determine to free himself.
A growling snarl coming from Fardom echoed behind him as he held the child firmly in his grasp. His little foot found its mark and kicked him squarely in the nose. "Ya 'ittle vermin! I'll drown ya fer 'at!"
A small trickle of blood dropped from his nose, but he held firmly on the wiggling and thrashing young child. "Let me go!" cried little Faramir.
Estella's heartbeat dropped to her toes as her grip upon Myrtle's hair released. Making a dash to the helpless child, she flung Myrtle to the ground and tried to run to him. Within a second, as loud crack of a whip snapped through the air and it found its way around the ankles of Fardom. With a quick heave of the whip, Fardom's feet were pulled from underneath him and he let the child drop to the ground. With a loud splat the trench digger felling, face first into an oozing, wet pile of pony droppings. The stench slowly went up and the hobbits wrinkled their noses and cringed inwardly seeing him spiting and coughing while he pulled himself from the offensive matter. Darting their eyes back to the small little lad, hope seized their hearts.
Faramir again did not look back, but scampered to his feet. Running as if dogs were upon his heels, he dashed out into the fresh air and free of the stable. The small lad was safe and heading towards Brandy Hall.
Estella took in a deep breath and a sigh of relief. Looking towards the ground, first at Fardom and then a few feet from him, was Tom. He let go of the whip handle and quickly stood up. Seeing Fardom's face pasted with pony droppings and still spitting to clear the repulsive taste from his mouth. He reached up and wiped his face with his shirtsleeve. Tom was thankful that he had listened to Hatty and her suggestion that he should sleep rather than cleaning the stable that he had planned to do while he watched over Shimmering.
Tom, seeing his pitchfork that was cast aside on the dirt floor of the stable, made a leap for it and grasped it into his hands. Turning around quickly he faced Fardom who was closing the distance between them. Tom planted his feet firmly and stood ready while he raised his pitchfork to hit him, but something in him would not allow him to strike. Fardom laughed wickedly seeing the courage of this young hobbit fail. Taking the pitchfork away from Tom, he shoved him to the ground. "Don't threaten what ya ain't got the courage to do!" snarled Fardom wickedly laughing at him.
Hearing the far stable doors opening and a couple of riders and ponies taking off in a rush, Fardom new that their way out was now blocked. He had to come up with another plan.
XXX
Tapping of chisels and hammers echoed against the metal of the hinges that held the old door firmly in place. Louder and louder they rang out as the servants pounded the rusty old pin that seemed welded into place. Quickly they worked together as a team while the Master of Buckland observed them with his closest friend next him.
Paladin held the new elvish bow and quiver strapped to his back from the gifts in the chest that his son brought to Brandy Hall for his cousin's wedding. Saradoc choose a sword and he held it firmly in his grasp waiting for the door to be opened.
With a loud pop and ping, the pin holding a hinge suddenly broke away and landed on the stone floor. The servants finally got one hinge free and now began work on the other.
Servants waiting next to their master holding their foreign weaponry in their hands and trying to muster up their own courage. Looking at each other and sizing up their skills, they knew what the master had asked of them, they doubted that they could do. The cold metal and weight felt strange in their hands that had only known the grasp of a wooden broom handle or mop. Not knowing what was on the other side of the door and too fearful to ask, they just stood there watching.
Again and again the hammers pounded against the metal chisels on the next rusty hinge. Time seemed to stand still while they waited and waited for the stubborn pin to be set free.
XXX
Fardom opened the door in which they had entered and shoved Tom in, turning towards the lasses he barked out his orders.
"Get those lanterns lit an' hurry!"
Grabbing Estella and Estmeralda's arm, he rushed them over to the door. With a heavy heave, he again shoved them in the doorway of the darken tunnel. Standing before the door, he waited while Tulsi and Myrtle lit the lanterns and followed him inside.
Tom stood in front of Estella and Esmeralda in a protective manner trying to keep distance away from the wicked trench digger. Esmeralda hugged Estella and whispered to her. "You done a brave thing in getting little Faramir free. With him safely home now, we can now help our selves more!"
Fardom brushed passed his captives and frantically stroked his finger's through his hair, trying to think. Taking out the map and having Myrtle hold the lantern next to it, he tried to find another way out.
He traced his finger across the drawing again, while his thoughts traveled to his father and brothers. He had to be in the small clearing just before nightfall to meet up with the rest of his family and conspirators.
Cursing under his breath, he knew that the lad was going to tell them everything he knew and if he could not find away out they would be sitting ducks trapped in this dark tunnel.
Seeing another path in the map that connected to another tunnel that would take them further in the bowels of Brandy Hall, and then turning to the right. Following the tunnel on the map, it led closer to Buckleberry. Thinking he had no other way of escape, he had to take this path.
Rushing he pushed the hobbits to run down the long tunnels, back to where they had originally came from. The closer they got to the small hole where they had entered, they heard the loud pounding of the hammers hitting metal. Fardom knew that soon they would be in the tunnels after them. His heart beat wildly in his chest and feeling like a trapped animal, he held the lantern high above him and could barely see the tunnel entrance to Buckleberry.
Esmeralda hearing the pounding, shouted out, "Help me, Saradoc!"
Within two steps Fardom was in front of her and hit her hard across her face with his fist sending her sprawling to the ground. Turning quickly he grabbed Tom who was about to pounce on him after he hit the Mistress of Brandy Hall.
Pulling Tom's arm behind him and covering his mouth with his other, Fardom snapped orders. "You keep 'em quiet or I'll be sendin' ya sprawlin' ta the ground next ta her!"
Tulsi bent over to help Esmeralda to stand, but she pushed her hand away. Supporting her hand against her jaw and holding it to stop the crushing pain that she felt. Her lip was bleeding and she wiped it with the back of her hand.
Estella rushed over to Esmeralda and placed her arm around her waist to help guide her. Their captives forced them to walk into the entrance of the tunnel to Buckleberry.
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Water rushed from the small towel being rung out over a water basin. Opening the towel and folding it, she placed this to her brow to cool the aching pain that stemmed from her head that the worry and stress from the day of events had caused her. Her hand trembled as she held the cool wet towel and thought about both her mistresses being taken from Brandy Hall and what has now befallen them.
Hearing the door to the kitchen being opened, she thought the lad who she had sent to give Hob's her message, came back in. "Has the lads been sent out in search of Master Merry?"
Not hearing an answer to her question, she pulled the towel from her face and looked down upon the small little face of Faramir. With a beaming smile old Hatty picked the youth up into her arms and snuggled him warmly. Running with him in her arms, she dashed out into the corridor and down the length to the group of hobbits standing talking to each other.
The thudding of Old Hatty's feet upon the stone and wooden floor caused the gathered hobbits to look towards the running cook. Eglantine's gasp had brought Diamond's tear-streaked face from the shoulder of her mother-in- law. Pushing the elderly hobbit away from her, Diamond's face beamed a joyful smile and she held her arms up in front of her, running towards Hatty. "Faramir!" she cried and laughed at the same time.
Taking the little lad into her protective arms and never wanting to release him, she held him closely to her. Sobbing her gratitude she sunk to her knees holding her son tenderly and kissing his sweet, dear cheeks.
Faramir wiped his cheek to rub all the kisses away while the on looker gathered around them. But still upon his lips was a smile just for his mother who he missed most of all.
"Faramir, are you all right? What happened to you?" asked his mother.
"I had an adventure, Mama! I went down a rabbit hole and into a dark tunnel, but I was very brave and strong!" he said with a beaming proud smile and showed his mother the muscles in his arm. With an impish glow and sparkle in his eyes, he looked directly into her eyes. Knowing that he was scolded earlier in the morning and forbidden to have another bowl of strawberries and cream, he felt now that he really deserved it. "Can I now have more strawberries and cream?"
Giggling with delight at her son, Diamond nodded and hugged him one more time. Looking at Hatty who knew her silent request, turned to a servant and whispered to him. "Bring Master Saradoc at once to the kitchen, tell him that Faramir has been found!"
A/N: OMG. . . . . . More new reviewers! Thank you so much for reading my story and I am so glad you are enjoying it! It made me want to write another chapter quickly just so I could thank you!
BedTimeMonster: I am so glad to welcome you here and thank you for reviewing! I love writing about ponies and have a new love for them as I just got one of my own. Merry is not aware of what is going on at Brandy Hall. Both Estella and Merry love Snowclad and she is about to have her last colt born soon. When I get the characters in this story to where I want them, you will be very happy where Merry is and what he is about to do... . I think at that point you will be shouting for Merry. . . . . . . (I hope anyway! Fingers don't fail me now!!! YIKES!)
Lowri Brandybuck, Lowri Brandybuck, Lowri Brandybuck: I've now mentioned you thrice! Thank you also for reviewing my story. . . . . . . If you continue, you just might see your name in the next chapter. I will see what I can do! He he he he....(You just never know what I will put in a story). . . . . I hope you liked this chapter as well and want to keep coming back to read more! I have so many more twists and turns in this story for our hobbits that should keep you interested, (I hope, I hope, I hope!)
ShireElf: Well, I did help you some in this chapter, I got littlest one away from the evil Fardom and Myrtle Burrows just so you don't loose your voice screaming, Hehehehehe!!!!! Loveofthering gives you a cold glass of lemon-aid and a large cookie! YOU'RE THE BEST, and thank you for always being there reading and reviewing, tolerating my mistakes and my poor editing abilities, while I am trying new things that I am learning about writing. I am having a blast in making these stories!
The Tunnels of Brandy Hall
A doorknob jiggled and rattled from the servant testing it to make sure it was locked securely. He Knocked lightly upon the door and calling out while he waited patiently to see if anyone would answer it. Shifting his eyes from side to side, he noticed groups of hobbits coming out of the kitchen entrance. Hatty soon followed from behind barking out orders to the servants that rushed to obey them.
"Check every door and every room. The master wants every Bucklander questioned until we find them!" she called out to the servants that had began to break into groups to begin their search. "You lad, run and warn the stable hands to search the grounds, but leave Tom sleeping and don't be disturbing him any. Tell me Old Hobs to send out a rider to find Master Merry! Be quick about it, lad, now run!"
Alarm arose throughout the corridors of Brandy Hall when the servants gathered and fervently going door to door in their search. A small lad raced from the back door and ran down towards the stable. His small hairy feet barely touching the ground, jumping over flowerbeds and bush to reach the stables.
His feet ran passed the Brandybuck's private stable where he knew Tom was sleeping, after being told by Hatty not to awaken him. Passing that stable quickly, he dashed into the far, larger stable where most of the ponies of Brandy Hall were housed.
With his heart racing and eyes fixed upon the running lad, Fardom pressed himself against the wall of the Brandybuck's stable. Knowing within moments that their window to escaping Brandy Hall was beginning to close and they would soon be trapped.
In that moment, Estella who held little Faramir tightly in her arms saw a chance for him to escape. Whispering to him, he lifted his head from her shoulder and listened carefully to her. "Faramir, will you do something for me?" she asked in a whispered playful manner not wanting to make the small lad any more fearful than he already was. "When I set you down upon the ground, I want you to run the fastest that you possibly can. You must run back to Brandy Hall and find your Mama. Do you think you can do this for me?"
Little Faramir nodded his head with his soft coils of curls bouncing about his sweet little face. His trusting chocolate eyes looked directly at Estella and asked her, "Are you going to run with me?"
Smiling at him, she shook her head. "No, Faramir, not this time. I am going to stay here and play a little game. To help me win this game, you must not let no other catch you, and you must make it into Brandy Hall. No matter what you hear behind you, you must keep running and not stop. Now promise me, you'll run your very fastest?"
His big round-eyes gazed at Estella and then nodded again. "Okay, now off you go, run quickly, little one!"
The second his small feet touched the ground, he bolted running faster then his little legs were able. Running just passed Myrtle who stood frozen staring breathlessly at Fardom waiting for a sign that the way was clear. Her eyes suddenly caught little Faramir dashing by her. She tried to lunge out and grab him, but Estella caught her locks of hair from behind her and held her in place.
Tulsi turned quickly hearing a small yelp coming from her mistress. Seeing little Faramir scurrying passed her, she too tried to stop him. Thinking quickly, he darted from her grasp and at the same time, Esmeralda stuck her foot out and tripped the lass causing her to fall to the ground.
Faster and faster his little feet padded upon the dirt floor of the stable and within inches of the door and his freedom. Just as Estella told him, he did not look back when he heard a thud, slap and a yelp coming from behind him. With fear and danger all around him, his little heart pounded as loud as his feet upon the ground.
Seeing the clear-blue sky and the green grass just outside the door, he was relieved that he had made it this far. With a sudden burst of speed he darted to the door, but as quickly as he did a firm hand grabbed the back of his small vest and shirt and was hoisted from the ground. Kicking his feet wildly and swing his arms in mid-air, he was determine to free himself.
A growling snarl coming from Fardom echoed behind him as he held the child firmly in his grasp. His little foot found its mark and kicked him squarely in the nose. "Ya 'ittle vermin! I'll drown ya fer 'at!"
A small trickle of blood dropped from his nose, but he held firmly on the wiggling and thrashing young child. "Let me go!" cried little Faramir.
Estella's heartbeat dropped to her toes as her grip upon Myrtle's hair released. Making a dash to the helpless child, she flung Myrtle to the ground and tried to run to him. Within a second, as loud crack of a whip snapped through the air and it found its way around the ankles of Fardom. With a quick heave of the whip, Fardom's feet were pulled from underneath him and he let the child drop to the ground. With a loud splat the trench digger felling, face first into an oozing, wet pile of pony droppings. The stench slowly went up and the hobbits wrinkled their noses and cringed inwardly seeing him spiting and coughing while he pulled himself from the offensive matter. Darting their eyes back to the small little lad, hope seized their hearts.
Faramir again did not look back, but scampered to his feet. Running as if dogs were upon his heels, he dashed out into the fresh air and free of the stable. The small lad was safe and heading towards Brandy Hall.
Estella took in a deep breath and a sigh of relief. Looking towards the ground, first at Fardom and then a few feet from him, was Tom. He let go of the whip handle and quickly stood up. Seeing Fardom's face pasted with pony droppings and still spitting to clear the repulsive taste from his mouth. He reached up and wiped his face with his shirtsleeve. Tom was thankful that he had listened to Hatty and her suggestion that he should sleep rather than cleaning the stable that he had planned to do while he watched over Shimmering.
Tom, seeing his pitchfork that was cast aside on the dirt floor of the stable, made a leap for it and grasped it into his hands. Turning around quickly he faced Fardom who was closing the distance between them. Tom planted his feet firmly and stood ready while he raised his pitchfork to hit him, but something in him would not allow him to strike. Fardom laughed wickedly seeing the courage of this young hobbit fail. Taking the pitchfork away from Tom, he shoved him to the ground. "Don't threaten what ya ain't got the courage to do!" snarled Fardom wickedly laughing at him.
Hearing the far stable doors opening and a couple of riders and ponies taking off in a rush, Fardom new that their way out was now blocked. He had to come up with another plan.
XXX
Tapping of chisels and hammers echoed against the metal of the hinges that held the old door firmly in place. Louder and louder they rang out as the servants pounded the rusty old pin that seemed welded into place. Quickly they worked together as a team while the Master of Buckland observed them with his closest friend next him.
Paladin held the new elvish bow and quiver strapped to his back from the gifts in the chest that his son brought to Brandy Hall for his cousin's wedding. Saradoc choose a sword and he held it firmly in his grasp waiting for the door to be opened.
With a loud pop and ping, the pin holding a hinge suddenly broke away and landed on the stone floor. The servants finally got one hinge free and now began work on the other.
Servants waiting next to their master holding their foreign weaponry in their hands and trying to muster up their own courage. Looking at each other and sizing up their skills, they knew what the master had asked of them, they doubted that they could do. The cold metal and weight felt strange in their hands that had only known the grasp of a wooden broom handle or mop. Not knowing what was on the other side of the door and too fearful to ask, they just stood there watching.
Again and again the hammers pounded against the metal chisels on the next rusty hinge. Time seemed to stand still while they waited and waited for the stubborn pin to be set free.
XXX
Fardom opened the door in which they had entered and shoved Tom in, turning towards the lasses he barked out his orders.
"Get those lanterns lit an' hurry!"
Grabbing Estella and Estmeralda's arm, he rushed them over to the door. With a heavy heave, he again shoved them in the doorway of the darken tunnel. Standing before the door, he waited while Tulsi and Myrtle lit the lanterns and followed him inside.
Tom stood in front of Estella and Esmeralda in a protective manner trying to keep distance away from the wicked trench digger. Esmeralda hugged Estella and whispered to her. "You done a brave thing in getting little Faramir free. With him safely home now, we can now help our selves more!"
Fardom brushed passed his captives and frantically stroked his finger's through his hair, trying to think. Taking out the map and having Myrtle hold the lantern next to it, he tried to find another way out.
He traced his finger across the drawing again, while his thoughts traveled to his father and brothers. He had to be in the small clearing just before nightfall to meet up with the rest of his family and conspirators.
Cursing under his breath, he knew that the lad was going to tell them everything he knew and if he could not find away out they would be sitting ducks trapped in this dark tunnel.
Seeing another path in the map that connected to another tunnel that would take them further in the bowels of Brandy Hall, and then turning to the right. Following the tunnel on the map, it led closer to Buckleberry. Thinking he had no other way of escape, he had to take this path.
Rushing he pushed the hobbits to run down the long tunnels, back to where they had originally came from. The closer they got to the small hole where they had entered, they heard the loud pounding of the hammers hitting metal. Fardom knew that soon they would be in the tunnels after them. His heart beat wildly in his chest and feeling like a trapped animal, he held the lantern high above him and could barely see the tunnel entrance to Buckleberry.
Esmeralda hearing the pounding, shouted out, "Help me, Saradoc!"
Within two steps Fardom was in front of her and hit her hard across her face with his fist sending her sprawling to the ground. Turning quickly he grabbed Tom who was about to pounce on him after he hit the Mistress of Brandy Hall.
Pulling Tom's arm behind him and covering his mouth with his other, Fardom snapped orders. "You keep 'em quiet or I'll be sendin' ya sprawlin' ta the ground next ta her!"
Tulsi bent over to help Esmeralda to stand, but she pushed her hand away. Supporting her hand against her jaw and holding it to stop the crushing pain that she felt. Her lip was bleeding and she wiped it with the back of her hand.
Estella rushed over to Esmeralda and placed her arm around her waist to help guide her. Their captives forced them to walk into the entrance of the tunnel to Buckleberry.
XXX
Water rushed from the small towel being rung out over a water basin. Opening the towel and folding it, she placed this to her brow to cool the aching pain that stemmed from her head that the worry and stress from the day of events had caused her. Her hand trembled as she held the cool wet towel and thought about both her mistresses being taken from Brandy Hall and what has now befallen them.
Hearing the door to the kitchen being opened, she thought the lad who she had sent to give Hob's her message, came back in. "Has the lads been sent out in search of Master Merry?"
Not hearing an answer to her question, she pulled the towel from her face and looked down upon the small little face of Faramir. With a beaming smile old Hatty picked the youth up into her arms and snuggled him warmly. Running with him in her arms, she dashed out into the corridor and down the length to the group of hobbits standing talking to each other.
The thudding of Old Hatty's feet upon the stone and wooden floor caused the gathered hobbits to look towards the running cook. Eglantine's gasp had brought Diamond's tear-streaked face from the shoulder of her mother-in- law. Pushing the elderly hobbit away from her, Diamond's face beamed a joyful smile and she held her arms up in front of her, running towards Hatty. "Faramir!" she cried and laughed at the same time.
Taking the little lad into her protective arms and never wanting to release him, she held him closely to her. Sobbing her gratitude she sunk to her knees holding her son tenderly and kissing his sweet, dear cheeks.
Faramir wiped his cheek to rub all the kisses away while the on looker gathered around them. But still upon his lips was a smile just for his mother who he missed most of all.
"Faramir, are you all right? What happened to you?" asked his mother.
"I had an adventure, Mama! I went down a rabbit hole and into a dark tunnel, but I was very brave and strong!" he said with a beaming proud smile and showed his mother the muscles in his arm. With an impish glow and sparkle in his eyes, he looked directly into her eyes. Knowing that he was scolded earlier in the morning and forbidden to have another bowl of strawberries and cream, he felt now that he really deserved it. "Can I now have more strawberries and cream?"
Giggling with delight at her son, Diamond nodded and hugged him one more time. Looking at Hatty who knew her silent request, turned to a servant and whispered to him. "Bring Master Saradoc at once to the kitchen, tell him that Faramir has been found!"
A/N: OMG. . . . . . More new reviewers! Thank you so much for reading my story and I am so glad you are enjoying it! It made me want to write another chapter quickly just so I could thank you!
BedTimeMonster: I am so glad to welcome you here and thank you for reviewing! I love writing about ponies and have a new love for them as I just got one of my own. Merry is not aware of what is going on at Brandy Hall. Both Estella and Merry love Snowclad and she is about to have her last colt born soon. When I get the characters in this story to where I want them, you will be very happy where Merry is and what he is about to do... . I think at that point you will be shouting for Merry. . . . . . . (I hope anyway! Fingers don't fail me now!!! YIKES!)
Lowri Brandybuck, Lowri Brandybuck, Lowri Brandybuck: I've now mentioned you thrice! Thank you also for reviewing my story. . . . . . . If you continue, you just might see your name in the next chapter. I will see what I can do! He he he he....(You just never know what I will put in a story). . . . . I hope you liked this chapter as well and want to keep coming back to read more! I have so many more twists and turns in this story for our hobbits that should keep you interested, (I hope, I hope, I hope!)
ShireElf: Well, I did help you some in this chapter, I got littlest one away from the evil Fardom and Myrtle Burrows just so you don't loose your voice screaming, Hehehehehe!!!!! Loveofthering gives you a cold glass of lemon-aid and a large cookie! YOU'RE THE BEST, and thank you for always being there reading and reviewing, tolerating my mistakes and my poor editing abilities, while I am trying new things that I am learning about writing. I am having a blast in making these stories!