Chapter 15
Faramir's Games
The eastern sky was a blaze with a clear bright sunrise and cloudless blue sky that over looked Brandy Hall and beyond. The rolling hills and thick grasses leaned over from the gentle breeze to dry the dew that clung upon them. Twittering of birds that sat upon the tree branches began to welcome the morning and they stretched their wings in flight, flying in search of their morning breakfast.
A couple of window's open to greet the dawning of the new day and to let the fresh air into the stuffy room. Servant lasses with their white caps pulled tightly over their hair began to make the morning breakfast. The pots and pans clanged and rattled from being placed on the cook stove and all sorts of food items placed inside of them. Soon you could hear the sizzling of strips of bacon being cooked and fresh eggs next to them. A cooking utensil scrapped and flipped rows of pancakes and a jar of maple syrup heated slowly on the back of the stove.
The smell of fresh baked bread began to fill the air as one lass opened the oven and pulled a large tray of hot bread from it. The lasses giggled and marveled to each other how nice and comfortable it was cooking without old Hatty barking tons of orders at them. This was the first time that they could remember where the old cook had not been the first one up and fully in charge of the cooking duties. If they were ever going to show their skills this was going to be their only chance.
For whatever reason the old cook was not at her stove, they did not know. But looking around the spotless kitchen and smelling the strong scent of soap was still in the air, as if it had just been cleaned.
The lasses lined up the trays and began filling them with the things that they cooked. Soon the Great Hall would be filled with Bucklander's ready for their first breakfast.
Hatty burst into the room puffing and wheezing from her run to the kitchen. Pulling her white cap upon her head and breathlessly ordering the lass away from her stove. "Get yer hands off my pots!" she barked out, but then froze in place when she noticed that the meal had already been cooked and beginning to be served.
Knowing the lateness of her arrival to the kitchen, she was thankful that they took the initiative to make first breakfast. However, she did not want them to know that. She glared at the lasses and picked up her spoon. Taking a big scoop full of hash that they cooked in her large pan, she blew on it and then smelt it. The lasses stood in their place and waited patiently for the cook to taste it. Almost holding their breath and crossing their fingers for luck, Hatty nibbled at the hash and slowly let the favors and spices settle upon her scrupulous tongue.
The light fluffy texture melted in her mouth and the seasonings of onions, mushroom and spices delighted her taste buds. Her lips almost smiled at the flavor and the taste that was so close to her own recipe. She looked at the lass who had cooked this fine meal and took note to watch her more closely in the future. "It'll do, you may serve the meal!"
The lasses jumped in exuberance almost dancing before her. "Now, now, it ain't all that well received to making such a fuss about! Tend to your chores, lasses! We got hungry Bucklanders to feed!"
Hatty stood away from the stove and walked over to her chair and table. Yawning loudly, she sat down to rest her aching bones while a lass raced over to fill her a plateful for her first breakfast and poured her a strong morning tea. Hatty thanked the lass and enjoyed her first morning off from sweating over a hot stove.
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Merimac opened his bedroom door even though the nameplate read Peregrin Took. He had the same room for as long as he could remember. So no matter what named appeared on his door, it did not make any difference to him. This was his room and violators should beware!
He marched into his room and saw his son spread out on his bed sound to sleep and the young foal sleeping at his feet. A gentle smile crossed his lips and eased the momentary anger that touched him when he saw the tampering with the nameplates. The empty baby bottle rested across his chest and he knew his son must have been up late into the night feeding this young foal. Seeing that there was no need of waking him, he grabbed his clean shirt and headed next door to his son's room that was marked Thain Paladin to wash and change for morning breakfast.
Sleeping upon Saradoc's couch for most of the night, his older bones ached and pinched him while he strolled to his son's door. Looking at the wrong nameplate again that stated Thain Paladin, he shook his head angrily. Mischief of some sort roamed these halls last night and switched the names upon the doors. Something that the elder hobbit was not too surprised about after witnessing almost every type of practical joked played in years past when Merry and Pippin were much younger. But knowing that the lads had put those days well passed them, he could not help but wonder who was the culprit to this little joke. Names and faces strolled through his mind as he considered who it might be.
He grasped the handle on the door and opened it. Walking into the room and looking around, he saw that nothing had been touched or tampered with in his son's room. There was still dirty laundry piled upon the floor and an old dried out crust of bread resting upon his table. His bed was made or at least the coverlet was pulled up to the headboard. He could see a bulge at the foot of the bed where the blankets underneath were forgotten about. Shaking his head slightly at his son's poor attempt in keeping his room neat, he disregarded it. He tossed the clean shirt upon the bed and walked over to the washing table and poured the water from the pitcher into the basin. Taking off yesterday's shirt, he tossed it upon the pile of dirty laundry. Dunking the wash cloth into the room temperature water, he took the soap and lathered it. After he washed himself properly and dried himself, he put on his clean shirt. Finding his son's brushes, he began to groom himself, first brushing his hair until the curls laid nicely about the edges of his face and his pointed ears peeking through. Smiling into the mirror at himself and thinking he looked dashing, he took the last brush and stroked it across the thick gray hair upon the top of his feet. His thoughts slowly drifted back to his brother as worry again set in. Saradoc had not awoke this morning, but at least he made it through the night. Merry and his mother did not leave Saradoc's side and slept along side of him. It was Estella who had rose him early this morning when she came back to see if there were any changes in her father-in-law and how her husband was doing. Seeing Merimac slumped over on the couch, she knew that he did not rest well through the night. Waking him and finding out there was not changes, She sent the elder hobbit to his room to rest until morning breakfast. She would sit and wait until her husband decided to wake on his own. Merimac promised her that he would be back just as soon as he cleaned himself up and ate morning breakfast. "When I get back, I'll stand watch over them while you bring them their trays to eat. They should be awaken by then."
Agreeing Estella hugged Merimac and thanked him.
Merimac stood just outside his son's bedroom door and was about to head to the Great Hall, when one of his guards called out his name and ran towards him. "Master Merimac! A minute of your time, please!" he shouted.
Breathlessly the lad stood before him and began to explain. "I did not know what to do, sir. Since the Master of Buckland is wounded and his son is so grieved, I wasn't sure who I should report too."
"I am handling my brother's affairs until he is well enough to take charge once more. What has got you so worked up this morning, lad!" he asked.
"The chests, sir! Someone has taken them from the common room. Many of our treasures are missing that once hung proudly in the Great Hall. Some rooms have been searched and trashed. There's a thief among the good folk and we must all be ware!"
Saradoc's eyes widened with shock at what the lad had told him. "Gather up your lads and whisper to them of your warning. Casually begin searching, but not to bring notice upon yourself. Question all hobbits that have an unfamiliar look about them and make sure that they are true Bucklanders. Bring the others to me to determine their position here at Brandy Hall. Post your guards upon the door of the Master of these Halls and his more prominent guests. I will speak with some of the servants that can be trusted," said Merimac and then he paused a moment, reaching up to take the nameplate from his door, he handed this to the guard. "Also, get someone to check these doors for the proper names. The nameplates have been switched for whatever reason and I want them returned immediately. Find my son's nameplate for this door and mine on the next door over. I want them put back at once!" Merimac stomped off down the hallway, his mood now very serious and angry. He stared at the hobbits that he passed, looking them over carefully to see if a stranger was among any of them.
In Berilac's room, the dressing door opened slowly and a hobbit came out of his hiding spot. He stretched his legs and arms and it felt good to move about and get the circulation back into his limbs. He had heard everything that Merimac told the other hobbit and cursing to himself, he knew who had traded the nameplates and why. Smiling Faradom thought to himself, 'If it be guards doing the searching and questioning, then perhaps being a guard meself is what I'll be needing.'
He went through the dressing wardrobe that he hid in and began searching for the proper attire. Taking out the things that he would need, he placed them upon the bed and began dressing into them.
Faradom stood in front of the mirror and pulled back his bangs from his brow. Tucking his hair into the green cap, he snuggly pulled it down in place. He admired himself in the mirror with his tight fitting vest and clean white shirt. The matching trousers fit him perfectly and he turned to place the dark cape around his shoulders. He searched the room trying to find a belt with a sword in its sheath that most all of the guards wore and he delighted when he found an abundance of weaponry. There were all sort of knives, swords and bows with quivers that hung on the wall. These were magnificent pieces in his collection, but taking one and using it, he would be spotted immediately. He needed a simple sword and sheath. Opening a chest, he stood back in surprise. There were many other different types of swords and he wondered just how many swords this hobbit owned. Finding a plain sword with little to no markings upon it, he decided to use that one. Taking it he held it in his hands and slashed through the air with it. An evil cackled that came deeply from his throat as his thoughts carried him away in his next plan. This was a perfect disguise.
He was now ready to leave this room that he had sat hidden away for most of the night. Now to get those keys from his so-called, little brother and he snickered thinking how he was going to get even with him for his stunt that he pulled.
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Eglantine strolled into little Faramir's room and pulled the curtains open to let in the morning light. A stream of sunrays descended into the room and made a circular shape upon the floor. She could see his small little shape curled upon the bed underneath the covers. His cascade of thick curls resting against the soft pillow.
A sweet tender smile crossed her lips as she watched him sleep. How proud she was of her grandson and loved him dearly. She sighed, taking in a deep breath and slowly approached the sleeping lad. Ever so gently she began to shake his shoulder and call softly to him. "Faramir, its time to waken. First breakfast is almost on the table and we should not be late for it," she cooed to him.
His small little eyes blinked open and stretched his arms above his head, turning round at the same time to face his grandmother. He gazed upon her kind-hearted face with her soft pudgy cheeks and tender smile that always greeted him warmly. He quickly sat up and smiled at her. "Good morning, Grandma!"
Giving him a hearty hug and stroking back the curls upon his head, she straightened herself and looked him over. "Be a good lad and get yourself up and dressed properly. I'll see to your brushing and grooming to make yourself presentable at our table. I hear old Hatty is having all your favorites this morning. Pancakes with warm thick maple syrup. What do you say about that?"
Faramir's eyes sparkled brightly and beamed a big smile. His little tongue licked his lips just thinking about those pancakes. Within that second, the covers flew off of him and his feet scrambled almost jumping off the bed and pulling his nightshirt off of himself. Eglantine giggled seeing the lad rushing to get himself dressed. He danced upon one foot while trying to pull the pants leg over the other. Almost tipping over, Eglantine grabbed him and sat him down upon the bench by his bed and helped him dress. She took out a clean shirt and handed it to him.
"Will Hatty have fresh strawberries and cream with the pancakes?" he asked almost bouncing at the same time trying to put on the shirt.
"If you don't settle down some, Faramir, you'll put a hole in that shirt," she commented. "Yes, Hatty always has a bowl of strawberries and cream just for you because she knows you love them."
He twirled around and at the same time put his arms through the sleeves. His fingers fumbled trying to rush to button up the front of the shirt and did not match them up properly. Eglantine brushed away his hands and re- buttoned his shirt and tucked it in.
Faramir raced over to his dressing table to find his hairbrush and handed it to his grandmother. He twitched and shuffled his feet impatiently while she tried to put some order to the thick curls of his hair.
"Now, Faramir, how am I to brush your hair when you'll not stand still for a moment," she said with a giggle in her voice at his impatience. "Beside if you hold still for me, I have another surprise for you!"
"What is it? What is it?" he said with excitement in a high pitch of voice.
"Your father has come home last night and is sleeping in his bed," she began to tell him. Faramir's face was tinged with excitement but soon faded when she added, "But you can not wake him, just yet. It was rather late last night when he finally had gotten to sleep. He needs his rest. When second breakfast starts, you can wake him then."
A slight pout tipped the corners of his mouth, but then thinking about pancakes and strawberries and cream soon replaced it with a smile. His little hand grasped his grandmother's hand and he began to pull at her. "Come now, or we'll be late for first breakfast!"
Eglantine's feet waddled rapidly down the length of the corridor trying to keep up with her grandson. He yanked and pulled continuously at her hand getting her to move even faster when he saw the line of hobbits waiting to enter the Great Hall.
Taking their place in the line, Faramir sniffed taking in the wonder aroma of fresh baked bread and spices that filled the air. His stomach growled and his mouth watered in his anticipation to eat the fine breakfast that was prepared. He swore he could almost taste it while he danced around his grandmother until something caught his eye and he froze in his place. Staring at the guard just a few paces ahead of him, Faramir noticed a familiarity about him that sent shivers of fear down his spine. Suddenly, he stood quiet and eased his way over to his grandmother's skirt to hide behind it. He peeked out searching the crowd trying to locate another hobbit that he favored, but he could not spot her. Thinking the game was still on he tugged at his grandmother's sleeve and told her. "I'll be right back, I have to get something so I can win this game!"
Dashing off back to his parent's room, Eglantine yelled trying to stop him. "Faramir, come back her at once!"
But he kept running and soon disappeared around the corner and was gone from view.
Placing her hands upon her hips she stated to her friend that waited in line with her, "That lad, has been acting very usually of late, games! That is all he has on his mind. Something is going on with him, but I do not know what!"
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BedTimeMonster: The walls could be telling on him and as time is running out. He must complete his dastardly deeds soon or be caught.....Which will he choose, revenge or riches? Berilac has found something in his life that he really wanted more than anything. After the first chapter, it tells about Berilac constantly be rejected by Merry's ponies. He dreams that someday of riding one throughout the Eastfarthings. Hopefully his dream will come true or will it?
Lowri Brandybuck: I am so happy that you let me know that you'll be on vacation in SPAIN! I am pee green with jealousy!!!!!! Oh, vacations......I still do not know what this is, but they sound wonderful! Sobbs quietly sniff Anyway, I hope when you come back that you will read and review. That would be awesome! Anyway have a wonderful time in Spain....you lucky, lucky girl. If you find my muse send him back home to me, Okay!
ShireElf : I have a little thing planned for Hatty's revenge that I think will make you smile...evil laughter follows......and looks at Pippin shaking my head!
I do not know were the muse will lead me about Saradoc's health, I'm still wavering in what I should do....I have so much trouble killing off hobbits that I really like. wipes away tears from my eyes Sheffield is very resourceful after living his life with those good for nothing Tweksburys, he knows all kinds of their tricks to aid him. Hopefully Paladin will keep an extra eye upon Sheffield that could possible help him. It's okay, I love "!" marks....My fingers are naturally drawn to them while I am typing.....LOL!!!!!!
Faramir's Games
The eastern sky was a blaze with a clear bright sunrise and cloudless blue sky that over looked Brandy Hall and beyond. The rolling hills and thick grasses leaned over from the gentle breeze to dry the dew that clung upon them. Twittering of birds that sat upon the tree branches began to welcome the morning and they stretched their wings in flight, flying in search of their morning breakfast.
A couple of window's open to greet the dawning of the new day and to let the fresh air into the stuffy room. Servant lasses with their white caps pulled tightly over their hair began to make the morning breakfast. The pots and pans clanged and rattled from being placed on the cook stove and all sorts of food items placed inside of them. Soon you could hear the sizzling of strips of bacon being cooked and fresh eggs next to them. A cooking utensil scrapped and flipped rows of pancakes and a jar of maple syrup heated slowly on the back of the stove.
The smell of fresh baked bread began to fill the air as one lass opened the oven and pulled a large tray of hot bread from it. The lasses giggled and marveled to each other how nice and comfortable it was cooking without old Hatty barking tons of orders at them. This was the first time that they could remember where the old cook had not been the first one up and fully in charge of the cooking duties. If they were ever going to show their skills this was going to be their only chance.
For whatever reason the old cook was not at her stove, they did not know. But looking around the spotless kitchen and smelling the strong scent of soap was still in the air, as if it had just been cleaned.
The lasses lined up the trays and began filling them with the things that they cooked. Soon the Great Hall would be filled with Bucklander's ready for their first breakfast.
Hatty burst into the room puffing and wheezing from her run to the kitchen. Pulling her white cap upon her head and breathlessly ordering the lass away from her stove. "Get yer hands off my pots!" she barked out, but then froze in place when she noticed that the meal had already been cooked and beginning to be served.
Knowing the lateness of her arrival to the kitchen, she was thankful that they took the initiative to make first breakfast. However, she did not want them to know that. She glared at the lasses and picked up her spoon. Taking a big scoop full of hash that they cooked in her large pan, she blew on it and then smelt it. The lasses stood in their place and waited patiently for the cook to taste it. Almost holding their breath and crossing their fingers for luck, Hatty nibbled at the hash and slowly let the favors and spices settle upon her scrupulous tongue.
The light fluffy texture melted in her mouth and the seasonings of onions, mushroom and spices delighted her taste buds. Her lips almost smiled at the flavor and the taste that was so close to her own recipe. She looked at the lass who had cooked this fine meal and took note to watch her more closely in the future. "It'll do, you may serve the meal!"
The lasses jumped in exuberance almost dancing before her. "Now, now, it ain't all that well received to making such a fuss about! Tend to your chores, lasses! We got hungry Bucklanders to feed!"
Hatty stood away from the stove and walked over to her chair and table. Yawning loudly, she sat down to rest her aching bones while a lass raced over to fill her a plateful for her first breakfast and poured her a strong morning tea. Hatty thanked the lass and enjoyed her first morning off from sweating over a hot stove.
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Merimac opened his bedroom door even though the nameplate read Peregrin Took. He had the same room for as long as he could remember. So no matter what named appeared on his door, it did not make any difference to him. This was his room and violators should beware!
He marched into his room and saw his son spread out on his bed sound to sleep and the young foal sleeping at his feet. A gentle smile crossed his lips and eased the momentary anger that touched him when he saw the tampering with the nameplates. The empty baby bottle rested across his chest and he knew his son must have been up late into the night feeding this young foal. Seeing that there was no need of waking him, he grabbed his clean shirt and headed next door to his son's room that was marked Thain Paladin to wash and change for morning breakfast.
Sleeping upon Saradoc's couch for most of the night, his older bones ached and pinched him while he strolled to his son's door. Looking at the wrong nameplate again that stated Thain Paladin, he shook his head angrily. Mischief of some sort roamed these halls last night and switched the names upon the doors. Something that the elder hobbit was not too surprised about after witnessing almost every type of practical joked played in years past when Merry and Pippin were much younger. But knowing that the lads had put those days well passed them, he could not help but wonder who was the culprit to this little joke. Names and faces strolled through his mind as he considered who it might be.
He grasped the handle on the door and opened it. Walking into the room and looking around, he saw that nothing had been touched or tampered with in his son's room. There was still dirty laundry piled upon the floor and an old dried out crust of bread resting upon his table. His bed was made or at least the coverlet was pulled up to the headboard. He could see a bulge at the foot of the bed where the blankets underneath were forgotten about. Shaking his head slightly at his son's poor attempt in keeping his room neat, he disregarded it. He tossed the clean shirt upon the bed and walked over to the washing table and poured the water from the pitcher into the basin. Taking off yesterday's shirt, he tossed it upon the pile of dirty laundry. Dunking the wash cloth into the room temperature water, he took the soap and lathered it. After he washed himself properly and dried himself, he put on his clean shirt. Finding his son's brushes, he began to groom himself, first brushing his hair until the curls laid nicely about the edges of his face and his pointed ears peeking through. Smiling into the mirror at himself and thinking he looked dashing, he took the last brush and stroked it across the thick gray hair upon the top of his feet. His thoughts slowly drifted back to his brother as worry again set in. Saradoc had not awoke this morning, but at least he made it through the night. Merry and his mother did not leave Saradoc's side and slept along side of him. It was Estella who had rose him early this morning when she came back to see if there were any changes in her father-in-law and how her husband was doing. Seeing Merimac slumped over on the couch, she knew that he did not rest well through the night. Waking him and finding out there was not changes, She sent the elder hobbit to his room to rest until morning breakfast. She would sit and wait until her husband decided to wake on his own. Merimac promised her that he would be back just as soon as he cleaned himself up and ate morning breakfast. "When I get back, I'll stand watch over them while you bring them their trays to eat. They should be awaken by then."
Agreeing Estella hugged Merimac and thanked him.
Merimac stood just outside his son's bedroom door and was about to head to the Great Hall, when one of his guards called out his name and ran towards him. "Master Merimac! A minute of your time, please!" he shouted.
Breathlessly the lad stood before him and began to explain. "I did not know what to do, sir. Since the Master of Buckland is wounded and his son is so grieved, I wasn't sure who I should report too."
"I am handling my brother's affairs until he is well enough to take charge once more. What has got you so worked up this morning, lad!" he asked.
"The chests, sir! Someone has taken them from the common room. Many of our treasures are missing that once hung proudly in the Great Hall. Some rooms have been searched and trashed. There's a thief among the good folk and we must all be ware!"
Saradoc's eyes widened with shock at what the lad had told him. "Gather up your lads and whisper to them of your warning. Casually begin searching, but not to bring notice upon yourself. Question all hobbits that have an unfamiliar look about them and make sure that they are true Bucklanders. Bring the others to me to determine their position here at Brandy Hall. Post your guards upon the door of the Master of these Halls and his more prominent guests. I will speak with some of the servants that can be trusted," said Merimac and then he paused a moment, reaching up to take the nameplate from his door, he handed this to the guard. "Also, get someone to check these doors for the proper names. The nameplates have been switched for whatever reason and I want them returned immediately. Find my son's nameplate for this door and mine on the next door over. I want them put back at once!" Merimac stomped off down the hallway, his mood now very serious and angry. He stared at the hobbits that he passed, looking them over carefully to see if a stranger was among any of them.
In Berilac's room, the dressing door opened slowly and a hobbit came out of his hiding spot. He stretched his legs and arms and it felt good to move about and get the circulation back into his limbs. He had heard everything that Merimac told the other hobbit and cursing to himself, he knew who had traded the nameplates and why. Smiling Faradom thought to himself, 'If it be guards doing the searching and questioning, then perhaps being a guard meself is what I'll be needing.'
He went through the dressing wardrobe that he hid in and began searching for the proper attire. Taking out the things that he would need, he placed them upon the bed and began dressing into them.
Faradom stood in front of the mirror and pulled back his bangs from his brow. Tucking his hair into the green cap, he snuggly pulled it down in place. He admired himself in the mirror with his tight fitting vest and clean white shirt. The matching trousers fit him perfectly and he turned to place the dark cape around his shoulders. He searched the room trying to find a belt with a sword in its sheath that most all of the guards wore and he delighted when he found an abundance of weaponry. There were all sort of knives, swords and bows with quivers that hung on the wall. These were magnificent pieces in his collection, but taking one and using it, he would be spotted immediately. He needed a simple sword and sheath. Opening a chest, he stood back in surprise. There were many other different types of swords and he wondered just how many swords this hobbit owned. Finding a plain sword with little to no markings upon it, he decided to use that one. Taking it he held it in his hands and slashed through the air with it. An evil cackled that came deeply from his throat as his thoughts carried him away in his next plan. This was a perfect disguise.
He was now ready to leave this room that he had sat hidden away for most of the night. Now to get those keys from his so-called, little brother and he snickered thinking how he was going to get even with him for his stunt that he pulled.
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Eglantine strolled into little Faramir's room and pulled the curtains open to let in the morning light. A stream of sunrays descended into the room and made a circular shape upon the floor. She could see his small little shape curled upon the bed underneath the covers. His cascade of thick curls resting against the soft pillow.
A sweet tender smile crossed her lips as she watched him sleep. How proud she was of her grandson and loved him dearly. She sighed, taking in a deep breath and slowly approached the sleeping lad. Ever so gently she began to shake his shoulder and call softly to him. "Faramir, its time to waken. First breakfast is almost on the table and we should not be late for it," she cooed to him.
His small little eyes blinked open and stretched his arms above his head, turning round at the same time to face his grandmother. He gazed upon her kind-hearted face with her soft pudgy cheeks and tender smile that always greeted him warmly. He quickly sat up and smiled at her. "Good morning, Grandma!"
Giving him a hearty hug and stroking back the curls upon his head, she straightened herself and looked him over. "Be a good lad and get yourself up and dressed properly. I'll see to your brushing and grooming to make yourself presentable at our table. I hear old Hatty is having all your favorites this morning. Pancakes with warm thick maple syrup. What do you say about that?"
Faramir's eyes sparkled brightly and beamed a big smile. His little tongue licked his lips just thinking about those pancakes. Within that second, the covers flew off of him and his feet scrambled almost jumping off the bed and pulling his nightshirt off of himself. Eglantine giggled seeing the lad rushing to get himself dressed. He danced upon one foot while trying to pull the pants leg over the other. Almost tipping over, Eglantine grabbed him and sat him down upon the bench by his bed and helped him dress. She took out a clean shirt and handed it to him.
"Will Hatty have fresh strawberries and cream with the pancakes?" he asked almost bouncing at the same time trying to put on the shirt.
"If you don't settle down some, Faramir, you'll put a hole in that shirt," she commented. "Yes, Hatty always has a bowl of strawberries and cream just for you because she knows you love them."
He twirled around and at the same time put his arms through the sleeves. His fingers fumbled trying to rush to button up the front of the shirt and did not match them up properly. Eglantine brushed away his hands and re- buttoned his shirt and tucked it in.
Faramir raced over to his dressing table to find his hairbrush and handed it to his grandmother. He twitched and shuffled his feet impatiently while she tried to put some order to the thick curls of his hair.
"Now, Faramir, how am I to brush your hair when you'll not stand still for a moment," she said with a giggle in her voice at his impatience. "Beside if you hold still for me, I have another surprise for you!"
"What is it? What is it?" he said with excitement in a high pitch of voice.
"Your father has come home last night and is sleeping in his bed," she began to tell him. Faramir's face was tinged with excitement but soon faded when she added, "But you can not wake him, just yet. It was rather late last night when he finally had gotten to sleep. He needs his rest. When second breakfast starts, you can wake him then."
A slight pout tipped the corners of his mouth, but then thinking about pancakes and strawberries and cream soon replaced it with a smile. His little hand grasped his grandmother's hand and he began to pull at her. "Come now, or we'll be late for first breakfast!"
Eglantine's feet waddled rapidly down the length of the corridor trying to keep up with her grandson. He yanked and pulled continuously at her hand getting her to move even faster when he saw the line of hobbits waiting to enter the Great Hall.
Taking their place in the line, Faramir sniffed taking in the wonder aroma of fresh baked bread and spices that filled the air. His stomach growled and his mouth watered in his anticipation to eat the fine breakfast that was prepared. He swore he could almost taste it while he danced around his grandmother until something caught his eye and he froze in his place. Staring at the guard just a few paces ahead of him, Faramir noticed a familiarity about him that sent shivers of fear down his spine. Suddenly, he stood quiet and eased his way over to his grandmother's skirt to hide behind it. He peeked out searching the crowd trying to locate another hobbit that he favored, but he could not spot her. Thinking the game was still on he tugged at his grandmother's sleeve and told her. "I'll be right back, I have to get something so I can win this game!"
Dashing off back to his parent's room, Eglantine yelled trying to stop him. "Faramir, come back her at once!"
But he kept running and soon disappeared around the corner and was gone from view.
Placing her hands upon her hips she stated to her friend that waited in line with her, "That lad, has been acting very usually of late, games! That is all he has on his mind. Something is going on with him, but I do not know what!"
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BedTimeMonster: The walls could be telling on him and as time is running out. He must complete his dastardly deeds soon or be caught.....Which will he choose, revenge or riches? Berilac has found something in his life that he really wanted more than anything. After the first chapter, it tells about Berilac constantly be rejected by Merry's ponies. He dreams that someday of riding one throughout the Eastfarthings. Hopefully his dream will come true or will it?
Lowri Brandybuck: I am so happy that you let me know that you'll be on vacation in SPAIN! I am pee green with jealousy!!!!!! Oh, vacations......I still do not know what this is, but they sound wonderful! Sobbs quietly sniff Anyway, I hope when you come back that you will read and review. That would be awesome! Anyway have a wonderful time in Spain....you lucky, lucky girl. If you find my muse send him back home to me, Okay!
ShireElf : I have a little thing planned for Hatty's revenge that I think will make you smile...evil laughter follows......and looks at Pippin shaking my head!
I do not know were the muse will lead me about Saradoc's health, I'm still wavering in what I should do....I have so much trouble killing off hobbits that I really like. wipes away tears from my eyes Sheffield is very resourceful after living his life with those good for nothing Tweksburys, he knows all kinds of their tricks to aid him. Hopefully Paladin will keep an extra eye upon Sheffield that could possible help him. It's okay, I love "!" marks....My fingers are naturally drawn to them while I am typing.....LOL!!!!!!