Bounder

If you asked most Hobbits where Deephallow was they be lost.

Dogward pressed his hands down along the old olive-green hauberk he'd just donned. It was wrinkled, a result of spending too long packed under his other belongings. No matter. It was nothing a brisk walk through the damp morning air wouldn't smooth out.

In Hobbiton there stands arrayed
In tattered cloak, with rusted blade
A bounder of some fine renown
His name is known throughout the town

He wears a shirt that once was blue
Now stained, it's lost a button too
And rather tight about the waist
He's not the sort who would make haste

He's may be shaky on his feet
But gladly smiles to folks he meets
By mainly folk inside an Inn
For Inns are where you'll find him in

17th Rethe

Several Hobbit Folks were gathering outside the gate to Brightdown tonight. I suspected Loiterers creating an obstruction on the Thain's Highways but on investigation it appeared to be The Southfarthing Gate Concert.