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[animusangelus]

So being a wolf was fun - sorry to anyone I scared - but I'm glad to be myself again.

[He says all of that so lightly. Just another day in the castle.]

It was better than being a cloud, I guess.

74; dictated/action [ backdated to early afternoon ]

[gottaknockhard]

[Today is typical, as they all are for a magic castle. Bumps in the road don't usually stop Spike from falling back into his routines. He does get out for a good portion of the day, despite what some people may suspect; and if that leads to a nap on the couch in the lobby, he doesn't see how that shouldn't count.

It's when he wakes up, rather abruptly ending an elusive dream he was only in the middle of, that he slowly remembers the schedule he's put himself on. He should be hungry by now. Yet for some reason, before the prospect of lunch motivates him, he thinks of Frodo and how distressed he was before he disappeared. -- Nothing really bothers the little guy, so seeing him like that leaves an impression. Considering this, it's not unusual that that sort of thing would come to mind.

When he sits up, something in the corner of his eye catches the light from the afternoon sun. Curiously, he takes a closer look, and finds a small round band of gold inexplicably sitting at the foot of the couch.

... Weird coincidence.]

( Fro- )

[Just as he begins to set up the filter, he stops. Something about the way the light hits the metal, he can almost hear it, a soft hum that distracts his attention from the journal. Transfixed for several seconds, he reaches for it, only vaguely remembering Frodo's warning after he slips it on his finger.

And he blinks out of sight.]


(ooc: That damn ring...)

[dictated, action; idk how these things work]

[gottheballs]

[Considering the circumstances, Bofur really doesn't look too surprised or confused to suddenly be walking through the halls of an enormous castle. His head is tilted back so he can better see around; he's not even five feet tall, after all.]

Well bless me. Never seen anyplace this fancy!

[He'll just be roaming the halls and admiring the place with many loud comments made to no one in particular. Later on, perhaps, he'll start to get concerned as to how he actually got here, but for now, he's enjoying himself, journal tucked into his knapsack and a mattock strapped to his back.]