Hobbit

Popski looked at the note again and read for a third time. There it was in black and white, The Sheriff had been going through his records and found that Popski had not taken a single day off since he was appointed Gatekeeper to the Village of Brightdown.

Tall and proud I' Hosse rides
Cross dark and wild places.
Behind Talfalco on his steed,
His pony has short paces,
For Halfling ponies are quite small,
Their size not built for races.

Lodhreth, he the warrior true,
Bids straight to make their pathing.
Talfalco, lagging, turns aside,
To find a cause for laughing.
And such a foolish choice did cause
What we in aftermath sing.

The majority of the dusting had been completed and already at least three families of mice had been removed from the Great Smials Library when Flory finally sat down for a cup of tea and slice of cake. All around her stacks of books lay in disorganized piles and orderly stacks. Flory was only now seeing the full extent of the job ahead of her. Even after the shelves had been cleaned she would then have to go through all the books and put them in some sort of order so that she knew precisely how many books there were.

Dema had found lots of lost Mathoms in the last few days. The inn on the hill that smelt of sheep had many shiny items hidden between floorboards and buried in window boxes and flower beds. A rusty old key, a few shiny coins (she had polished these and placed them in the little box beneath the bar). She had also found a wonderful hat pin, again she polished it and reshaped the bent pin and placed it on the bar for it to be found. That was always the best part, when the Mathoms were found.

The Book

Journal Entry 2

My my! Today was a busy day! It's been a couple of weeks since my last entry... Since I just started to come out and join in on all the hobbit-y fun! 

Green Dragon Fridays are very enjoyable, many things to do.. whether it's dancing or singing or reciting poetry or drinking!