action, dictated.

[bronwe]

[ After so many tries, Frodo gave up on trying to take his moustache off.

So those wandering about the castle grounds may find a small orange creature huddled under a tree. Perhaps a child if not for the wooden pipe in his mouth, lazily trailing smoke. It is too pleasant a day to spend cooped up inside stone walls. Still, he is a curious fellow, dictating thoughtfully now to the journal: ]

I wonder who owns this yellow moustache, and if they might have kindly advice on how to smoke a pipe without accidentally setting it on fire?

[ Gandalf would know, but that is a thought much too heavy for a day so bright. ]

Comments

Re: action;

[unexpected_adventures]

Oh, it does. I do agree on that aspect. [He nodded his head and took a deep puff of smoke.] Do you like adventures, Frodo?

action;

[bronwe]

I do. [ He hesitates. ] I did, but mine has been much different from yours, Bilbo.

Re: action;

[unexpected_adventures]

It has? Can you tell me much about it without revealing too much of my future? Or am I asking too much?

action;

[bronwe]

I suppose I could. [ His own troubles stemmed from the Ring, but he could tell Bilbo of his own journey. ]

It began with Gandalf showing up at my door, at least that remains constant.